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Woman #1: “What do you do when you are really attracted to a man, but understand there’s no chance to have a future with him? As in yeah, maybe he’s nice and will treat you okay, but in the end he’s fundamentally wrong for you. What do you with that guy?”
Woman #2: “You have sex with him.”
Why does sex always have to mean something? Who said so?
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Recently, a gay man revealed sexual fidelity doesn’t exist in the Land of Just Penis.
He went on to explain that gay men have open relationships. Unlike the common monogamy in heterosexual relationships, it’s perfectly acceptable to be committed and have a boyfriend on the side simultaneously. The partner knows about this side fling and probably has one himself, perhaps even bringing one home to play. All parties involved are aware of the circumstances and their rank in it. It’s accepted and very common. So much so that the anomaly is gay men who are sexually committed.
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I love him like the way people love cookies or Pixar. There’s just something about Seth.
Whenever I read his books, blog or watch a talk I feel fuzzy inside. It doesn’t matter if the topic is relevant or not, he always gets me inspired. I admire him in a way typically reserved for activists and world changers.
I would love to be his friend. Grateful having earned just to be in his presence.
I’d likely die from humility.
Then one day I realized I already have Seth. (We all can, really.)
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Thinking about becoming single but fear it? Ever suddenly find yourself single?
After healing from a breakup, gaining the interests of new suitors can feel like a struggle. As I enter new stages of life I see how much harder it can be to get to know people intimately. These rules of adulthood sure limit our chances of finding possible relationships.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
The trick is to give more potential partners a chance.
When I would argue and fight with my ex it was usually a brutal bitch fest filled with derogatory anger.
I was pretty cruel. But I always believed it was just my reaction to him, and if HE stopped his ways, I could stop mine too.
We both had our fair share of assholery, but I can only discuss my own.
Once I left that hate-filled relationship, I soon started dating a very calm man. During disagreements he would remain calm and ignore my irrational, emotional automatics. Through his sensibilities my own awareness became heightened. Without a bad attitude to latch onto the negativity of my actions and words would bounce off him and smack me right in the face.
I’m not skinny. I’m not chubby either. I’m the girl who would’ve fit in perfectly during the 1950’s; curvy and fair.
I think I’m sexy. Some other people agree and some don’t, but either way I’ve still received my fair share of attention.
I’ve been gawked at like a celebrity, hit on like a playmate, but couldn’t get a date to my Senior Prom (I’ll share that sad tale another day). I have gorgeous eyes and high maintenance, forgettable hair.
Suffice to say, I’m imperfect and flawed; human.
“If a couple really wants to test their love they should try sharing a five hundred square foot apartment.” - Me
My boyfriend (let’s call him J from now on, as boyfriend is getting old) and I met while living on the same block. I used to live about three houses down from him and now we share his apartment as our own. Living so close was probably one of the best arrangements a couple could dream of. It was a new dating experience, being so unbelievably available to one another, but still appropriately separate. Now living together, the individual mysteries are fading with each day and even though we are closer then ever I sometimes long for the solitude and selfishness my own apartment once gave me the freedom to indulge (but never really knew I needed). Living in a small space is unfathomably a huge challenge, but sharing any at all is always a test of tolerance.
Some people have mentioned the dynamics of my living arrangement, given the concept “why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free”? I understand the logistics of their thinking. If you give someone all that they would want, then why would they take the legal and financial leaps that come with an even greater commitment? What then do they have to motivate them?
If someone is really commited, then they are commited. With or without the milk.
I’ve spent the last few years of my life participating in standard marital celebrations. All my experiences have been similar but after one such party I felt the full impact of its redundancy; something I think many people can relate too.
Since the announcement I had not seen the newly betrothed girl so I walked up to her and gave the expected congratulations. As we pulled away from our embrace, she shoved her left hand in my face with such tenacity I was humorously taken aback by her forcefulness. I glanced at the ring and smiled, knowing her intentions were laced with excitement and not bad mannered. As she rambled on, sharing the story of their engagement for no doubts the hundred and sixth time, I analyzed her joy.
Every year around a holiday (no matter what one) my introverted boyfriend goes into a tizzy about having to think of things to purchase for everyone. He complains about it because he kindly does not want to disappoint those that enjoy the whole charade, while conflictingly dislikes the ridiculousness of the obligation. I hear the same concerns from various people; my best girlfriend is still discussing the make up purchase she needs for her beau’s birthday from October.
There are still times when you’d either like to present someone with a thoughtful gift or etiquette expects you too. Rather then give you an extensive list of ideas this will teach you the art of gift giving, letting you recreate it.
