Ovary pizza... Mmm!
Posted: September 20th, 2014, 8:07 am
My dream:
I'm sitting with my boyfriend of 2+ years. Everything is pretty normal, boring, bland. As usual. Suddenly a thought occurs to me: What was on that pizza we ate last night?
It wasn't one of my usual toppings, that's for sure. It was chewy... Really chewy. My usual veggie toppings were on it. Was it mushrooms? I hate mushrooms. No... It wasn't... bad, exactly. Just not right.
Wait.
I turn to my boyfriend. "Why did you put my ovaries on the pizza we ate last night?"
He shrugs and just says something dismissive like, "why not?"
And then the full memory comes to me, chewing happily on my ovaries, bits of Fallopian tube scattered like pepperoni on this decadent pie.
I woke up in a sweat, horrified.
I knew immediately what the dream was about. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about my sexuality and my relationship, and really all my relationships. Am I gay? I hate sex with men. But I can do it, sometimes even get off. I'm not attracted to them physically, but bond emotionally with them. Is that enough? Am I okay with mundane sex, shame about my identity, and the fact that he knows I'm not attracted to men, him included? I feel like I'm living a lie and everyone knows it. I feel shame around all my family and friends. I'm also not in a good place financially to leave as I've invested so much in the lie while not putting any thought into this. I have a dog I'm very attached to and won't be able to take with me. It is really torture.
Thus, eating my ovaries.
I'm sitting with my boyfriend of 2+ years. Everything is pretty normal, boring, bland. As usual. Suddenly a thought occurs to me: What was on that pizza we ate last night?
It wasn't one of my usual toppings, that's for sure. It was chewy... Really chewy. My usual veggie toppings were on it. Was it mushrooms? I hate mushrooms. No... It wasn't... bad, exactly. Just not right.
Wait.
I turn to my boyfriend. "Why did you put my ovaries on the pizza we ate last night?"
He shrugs and just says something dismissive like, "why not?"
And then the full memory comes to me, chewing happily on my ovaries, bits of Fallopian tube scattered like pepperoni on this decadent pie.
I woke up in a sweat, horrified.
I knew immediately what the dream was about. I'd been doing a lot of thinking about my sexuality and my relationship, and really all my relationships. Am I gay? I hate sex with men. But I can do it, sometimes even get off. I'm not attracted to them physically, but bond emotionally with them. Is that enough? Am I okay with mundane sex, shame about my identity, and the fact that he knows I'm not attracted to men, him included? I feel like I'm living a lie and everyone knows it. I feel shame around all my family and friends. I'm also not in a good place financially to leave as I've invested so much in the lie while not putting any thought into this. I have a dog I'm very attached to and won't be able to take with me. It is really torture.
Thus, eating my ovaries.