It turns out our senses of taste probably work differently, somehow. Tangle kind of despises the taste of this Blue Moon(R) beer and I genuinely can’t comprehend why. It does not taste the same for me!

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I guess a bit the opposite of dysphoric. Wearing a nice dress. Vindicated in it -not- being too hot/heavy to be comfortable in bed, as I bet on

"have you noticed this elsewhere?" - Is the dissonance in taste smething experienced instantenously or like on separate occasions? (Or something else)

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i'm going thru some sort of mania tonight please take [me] with grain of salt

I’ve been writing quite a bit. Journalling almost. Writing pages for my part of ~/stuff/pers - I’m enjoying that

I’m writing both about personal identity / experiential stuff, and “less” immediately personal counts on our experiences of sexuality. Both are nice. I don’t think I quite suck at writing

"Is the dissonance in taste smething experienced instantenously or like on separate occasions? (Or something else)" -

Mmmm, this is re: us finding this beer (maybe beers as a category) have a deadass different flavor as far as we’re each concerned, right? And perhaps other experiences in the area

It’s the first I’ve noticed. But we’re being a bit more alert to how senses and experiences are different between us now, so part of it is that… (We basically ran an experiment to test if beer tasted like shit #1 after one day, or #2 to Tangle in particular. The latter turned out, between me and her.)

I’d say it’s like
It just feels like the raw flavors, though surely similar or the same on that level, have completely different connotations. It tastes smooth and like a good fruit without the sweetness to me

Four data points, two in each group, isn’t sufficient to confirm a line. I mean, -maybe- something environmental changed… but as far as we’re aware the primary environmental difference was “who’s drinking it?”

Well five points I suppose? We did have one on first day of visit. I don’t remember that experience. It wasn’t negative, but — ah, wait, got it. No, four points. In summary:

The other experiences are more anecdotal, but re: smirnoff ice(?), which are canned, sort of low-alc, sweet carbonated vodka drinks…

Those (very consistently) affect our body in a similar way. Doesn’t make us feel drunk - we hardly drink half a can of anything - but it does… make a warm sensation under most of our skin

Extra context: We have had smirnoff drinks previously, including while visiting (other) relatives. Even though some of what we're drawing on below precedes Whisper being with her own name, the memories still feel (and felt) strongly connected to her.

We also clearly failed at sleeping, this night.

We don’t know how Whisper finds this blue moon drink, maybe won’t find out. She isn’t super interested in trying and I don’t think there’s another can. But she… I think she likes the warm feeling from the smirnoff drinks. She appreciates that so little of something can still affect her physical experience.

She doesn’t “like” the prospect of getting drunk, but it’s not an aversion. She just regrets that she couldn’t be properly physical with us (she lives on affection on a normal day), because, uh, cuddling while you share a body is a bit abstract. And that we can’t be grounded/sober while she’s not. There’s some trust and comfort stuff to work out before she’s comfortable sharing the experience w/ the rest of the gang—so we only drink very small amounts.

With the smirnoff drinks she gets some of the physicality of it without it going to her head (or our head), though, and she finds an appreciation in that

No comments from Tangle on smirnoffs. They bother her on a bit of a desperation level that she doesn’t mind me telling about, but doesn’t want to represent her, either. They’re the prototypical “why is there booze in my fridge” drink and there is a bit of discomfort about that. She doesn’t think that’s fair on the drinks themselves… but she doesn’t owe anything -to- the drinks (except the way Whisper likes them), so it doesn’t bother her much. I don’t know that she’s ever personally tried them

And ah, I’m not too sure on my own pov. I know I like blue moons more. I think… I don’t like the under-the-skin warmth sensation, but it doesn’t irritate me. I mean, I’m a bit unfond of “sugar soda drink with alcohol” on a base level. But I don’t understand sweet alcohol so I chalk that as a perspective difference (and an anecdotal point about flavor experiences differing).

But, I can get behind it… making me feel experientially closer to Whisper, knowing it’s a thing she likes. Can’t speak from much experience but that basically appeals to me. I like finding out she finds an appreciation in things that I… don’t, not naturally or by default.

I must have mentioned that we don’t use dating words for each other, but we are close. I like extending my sense of connection beyond what’s already come to appeal to me. This is observational more than declarative: I like how she experiences code differently from me, nature differently from me, sex/intimacy differently from me, etc. Observing and connecting with those things makes me feel like I know her better as her own person. It matters a lot to me (especially in a partner…) but I also just, it literally makes me happy. Source of joy and all that.

OK, that’s the end of my anecdoting tonight. Going to catch some zeds (hopefully). Wishing that the weird brain happenings have gone okay and you get some rest!

PS: Wait, right, Surge adds that she offers no remarks ‘cuz she has no experiences ‘cuz she’s a figment of your imagination. (She is not actually a figment of anyone’s imagination.)