I’ve been holding off on writing anything lately because I’ve had a bit of a chip on my blog’s shoulder that I’ve needed to remove. I told myself that I can’t write about anything sexy or otherwise until I am finally honest with myself about something that is really eating at my core. I’m afraid to . . . → Read More: Confessions of a Fat Kid: How “I’m lazy” destroys self-worth
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When I first started this blog I never wanted to be a poster child for non-monogamy. Sure, I’ve enjoyed what limited “fame” I’ve achieved (if you can call it that), but I don’t aspire to be the go to person when the media needs someone to talk to. That being said, I’m always happy to share . . . → Read More: I Ain’t No Poster Child A simple Facebook status conversation has inspired me to write this post because my brain is now buzzing with thoughts on how the media talks about fat people. It was innocent enough. An article in the Toronto Star – known obviously as being the mortal media enemy of Toronto mayor Rob Ford – talking about his recent . . . → Read More: On Rob Ford and Fat Shaming. An Easy Joke or a Symptom of Something More? If I “meet” you on an online dating site – probably okCupid since it’s the only one I’m on – there’s a few things you should know about how we will interact with one another. Online dating can be an absolute minefield. My girlfriends and I have long email threads dedicated to the disgusting, crass and ridiculous emails that some people send, but there are many gems underneath that outer layer of human crap, which is why I’m about to tell you this. On favorites: Unless you show absolutely no interests outside of Creed, Two and a Half Men, Star Wars, pizza and beer, I will not judge you for your taste in music, movies, food and TV. I have some strange tastes in all of these things and know that your life’s path may have led you to an interest in death metal, country, indie or even Gaga. Our time together doesn’t have to involve seeing the same bands in concert or bonding over True Blood or Dexter, though I certainly agree it would be fun if it did. I don’t expect us to like all of the same foods. You will probably like something that I find disgusting and horrific and you might not be able to see past my love of Branston pickle but as long as you don’t try to kiss me with onion or olive breath though, I think we will make it through. I will not judge you for your (lack of) knowledge of wine. Nor for your favorite travel destinations or choices of art on your walls. If life has taken you on a path where you cannot afford to live on your own, I won’t mind. Though it will certainly make it difficult should we choose to take our clothes off. If you like to partake in recreational drugs that I am not involved in, I will not be scared away. My body has my own thoughts on these things, but as long as you are respectful, not creepy and still nice to me, it is not my place to judge your chosen form of relaxation. I only ask that you understand and respect my personal choices or limits. I will not judge you for driving a car or being a cyclist. I will however, take issue with you placing all blame for road problems on one or the other. As someone who partakes in both forms of transportation I see the problems on either side of the coin. I won’t not date you because of your chosen profession(s) – or lack of one – and in fact will be curious to learn about your passions. Steph just looked at me and asked “Do you think we should move the couch over? It’s covering up the vent.” I replied: “Nah, I think it’s ok?” He replied, in a snarky, condescending voice: “Well that’s the only vent on this floor so keeping it covered doesn’t make any sense. Right?” To which I then replied … suddenly . . . → Read More: Do YOU want to move the couch? This might make me an asshole … but I don’t care. When I get a message like this, it makes me angry but in an amused way. It’s clearly coming from a man who doesn’t get it. He hasn’t read my profile, he’s not interested in knowing anything about me. He is a serial copy paster. He’s . . . → Read More: Apple C, Apple P I have a personal rule that I try to follow as much as possible. I don’t like to blog when I’m angry or emotional. I know I’ve done it in the past, but I highly prefer not because then I hit you folks with emotional diarrhea and I embarrass myself on the off chance that I . . . → Read More: Realizations – I just wanna' have fun As the God fearing character “Manny” returns to tell us we’re all doing bad things on Sexie Sadie’s blog, I couldn’t help but comment back at him and since I wrote so much I wanted to share with all of you! Here’s his latest comment, and you can read mine below. Fun with God and open relationships! Manny . . . → Read More: Pwning, Part II Recently I was visiting Sexie Sadie’s blog, one of my faves as she writes about her open marriage with an honesty that I admire completely, and I came across this post about her 13th wedding anniversary and coming clean with some issues in her life. Reading the comments to scroll down and eventually write one of my . . . → Read More: Sometimes People Need Pwning My coworker, who yes is East Indian, just got this email from this guy on Lava Life. For the record, she is mainly on Lava because it’s amusing. It is fun for us all to read the emails that these people send to her because so many of them are reeeeediculous. What is it about the . . . → Read More: Online dating, fail |
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