I've hit a bit of a snag in my hypnosis regimen. Well, no, I've hit a temporary brick wall. I have only one pair of earbuds here at Uni, and the left one went dead last night. Crap. I have a better pair back home, but in my long-suffering nobility, I left them for the use of my younger brother. Now I must wait to get money to replace the things, so I can listen to my files.

On top of which, this has been a particularly Atma-based week, what with registration for classes next semester requiring my brain to fire on all cylinders.

That said, I'm pretty well damned to the course, now: I've bought my first jockstrap. (Online. I've been a geek all my life, how should I know where jocks buy the things?)

And I've definitely achieved SOME result in this little experiment. For years, I've been a pretty equal opportunity fetishist. TG, TF, anything in that vein and I'm good for it. However, in the course of this week I've developed a marked interest in muscles and macrophilia. I've been seriously fantasizing about being a large, ripped individual, not always sexually. Should be interesting to follow through on.

Also worth a note, since it seems like it might come up, is my sexuality. The Atma persona, my primary personality, the one I think of as Natural Me, is Bisexual, with preference for women. However, the Atma isn't particularly interested in sex so much as a relationship. (Which is hard, because where am I going to find a nice geeky girl who's attractive AND into at least one of my fetishes? But I digress.) The Jock, meanwhile, is also bi, but he doesn't give a rat's ass about relationships, only sex, and he seems to be equal opportunity in his lusts.

The Jock, incidentally, seems to be taking up more and more of my libido. That worries me, a bit, because I risk having my arousal tied to my jockiness. Fine in theory, but the whole point is to be able to turn the Jock on and off at will. Kinda hard to do that when's he's there with my morning wood.