Friday, November 20, 2015

Sex, dating and fuckery


Full disclosure, today I am in a damn mood. So buckle up and enjoy the hot mess


    As of late the idea of being a single woman of a certain age-- who am I kidding! Of near-bulls-eye middle-age (at a few months shy of 38 years old) the idea of re-entering the dating scene again is grim. My unique history with d-bags of the male persuasion aside, the entire dating arena for several reasons looks as appetizing as Donald trump in a thong.
You KNOW there is an epic comb over down there too



            Maybe it’s the inundation of technology into dating that has caused people to become petulant cartoons of their real selves but this is a trend I have noticed. As a result I avoid technology in dating now at all costs. I would much rather meet someone in person and ACTUALLY talk to them while we are at our normal selves than use a remote sense of security to build ourselves up into impossible caricatures that are impossible to maintain.
No one posts sloppy, mid blink pictures on profiles

 
I can’t quite put a finger on it (phrasing!) but it seems like dating recently has become a desperate gladiator-like interaction that is hypersexualized and generally views the person on the other side of the screen as disposable and not human. Maybe the online dating, texting, tinder, grindr, and emailing has distanced us to what it is like to talk and listen to another human in a present and respectful manner. Perhaps the remoteness of the connection gets in the way of seeing the person you interact with as real. It is entirely possible that the distancing that technology introduces is hard to overcome and this continues on into the relationship making people brittle and cold in their dealings with each other.


 HOWEVER 
Some people out there use this as an excuse to let their fuckwit flag fly. So here are some basic tips when interacting with other humans. 
Seriously the internet has EVERYTHING!


1.     Jail is often a deal breaker, as are restraining orders and pending assault cases. Don’t lie about them and don’t be an asshole when someone politely declines. Maybe take it as a cue to fucking work on yourself.




2.     No one ever said please please bombard me with sexualized compliments of how you want to violate me then call me a bitch when I react as a human. Seriously, no one has said that... not even a kardashian.




3.     Please refrain from talking about how hot your brother/sister is







4.     It is not acceptable in the first five minutes of chatting to ask if I like anal. (seriously.)









5.     No one wants to hear about how you sometimes fantasize about murdering people. 
Gooooood Axe.







6.     No it is not ok to send a stranger a dick pic. Dicks are not pretty. They can be fun but the substantial lack of oil paintings of dicks should be a clue that no one really thinks they are pretty. 






7.     Comments like “I showered for you before this date” are fucking alarming.





8.     No 1 wnts 2 rd ths knd of sht. If Stephen Hawking with his eyeballs can type complete and lucid sentences you all have no excuse.






9.     If you actually make it to an in person meeting don’t eye bang the server, bartender, my chest, that chick over there’s ass, and anyone else with a pulse that wanders by. 




10.  Remember that the person you are interacting with is another human being with their own insecurities and feelings. They have value and deserve to be treated with respect. Not as a diversion, source of amusement, a bolster for your ego or a hole you can use. It costs nothing to be kind and you can gain everything by being open to hearing someone else’s voice.  Unless they are pulling the shit listed above... then you collect all the fuckery into a pile of hot mess and make a blog about it.


who could say no to HER!?


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Return of the Blogger




A long time ago (nearly 2 years) in a land far far away (Minnesoooota) a sarcastic blogger heartlessly abandoned their blog in the wake of ever expanding chaos and let’s be honest unresolved PTSD and a fair level of anxiety with a side of situational depression. Stalkers, exes and pink slips Oh My! The culmination drove this blogger to wrap herself up in a cocoon of armor and hide hide hide.  That included hiding from the sarcastic creative side that created this blog. Suddenly life wasn’t amusing and sometimes messy. It was downright terrifying and in short even the sarcastic idiots of the blogging world can only take so much. 









For me, writing is not just ABC’s insert sarcasm blah blah blah. What you read from me is my complete inner monologue. I write in a brash often overly honest way as if I am writing to a friend. I don’t believe in editing and toning a piece as that seems like lying. So I put it all out there for better or worse. Before I rounded up my demons accessing that vulnerability and honesty was much like trying to hold a glass under Niagara Falls to get a drink. Overwhelming, a little scary, filled with lots of swearing and with high potential of a broken hand. After working on hunting down my demons like a kardashian for the paparazzi I slowly found that the process of writing became less threatening. I started to find humor in even the darkest things. I slowly have started peeling back my armored cocoon and have decided it is time to start blogging again. Because, you know, there is a serious lack of blogs and bloggers in the world. 








This blog will continue much in the same way it did before… random and hopefully amusing. However, bear with me if I take serious turns, share things from grad school (yep, they let idiots like me into grad school) or just indulge in a good old fashioned rant from time to time. I have started a new journey as a caterpillar half in an iron cocoon (how’s that for an image) and am excited for the fuckery and adventure to come. 







I love the interwebs... they have memes for all my randomness.