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Tag Archives: Being single
As a so-called sex writer, I went off the reservation a long, long time ago. As a writer, I’m writing a book, and it means revisiting all my work from the last few years. In the process, I’m tagging & categorizing all my posts so you’ll have an easier time to search relevant topics. But, boy, [...]
As a blogger, nothing gets me going better than comments. It’s when people comment that we know we’ve said something not only worth reading, but worth considering, and sometimes even worth arguing. Yesterday’s posting inspired a bit of a discussion between a couple of readers, so I’ll excerpt those comments here: Anon: “And that’s the [...]
Most places you look and read will have you believe that everyone who’s single dates all the time. Really? My friends and I have missed that memo. So it’s easy to feel like you’re a loser when you’re the one who’s totally current on what’s happening on all your favourite tv shows, since you’re the one [...]
My couch is gone. My piece of shit, black vinyl couch is gone. In its place is a new, black-and-blue cloth (presumably piece of shit but thus far unproven as such) couch that I was given as a warranty replacement. Also gone is its history. All those nights spent cuddling with cute guys, the dirty [...]
Well, I’m single now. We pulled the Band-aid off and decided things just weren’t working. As far as break-ups go, this was the best I’ve probably ever had. It’ll be hard for me to be friends, I suspect, since I’m not really the one who quit the relationship. He was trying really hard to keep his [...]
I’m weird, one of my best times for getting inspired to write is during housecleaning. I think it’s a procrastination thing. I wasn’t planning on posting, but I checked my comments and one made me think. Then I started doing the dishes, and snap, crackle, pop, a memory kicked in, and next thing you know, [...]