I’m sat alone. Cup of tea in front of me, the only noise a clock ticking. No people, no noise… an oasis of calm. And I’m wondering why the fuck I apologised.
I came off my Facebook for a few days as I couldn’t cope with the avalanche of ‘#MeToo’ on my timeline. It just hurt. But more than that, for all the people who are able to say ‘me too,’ it’s the number that can’t, or haven’t yet experienced it, that really upsets me.
I hate being ignored and it can happen in really subtle ways. Messaging makes life easy but it’s both a blessing and a curse, for an overthinker like me. Context is missing from the written word and messages that are read but not responded to, piss me off. It makes me feel ignored, insignificant, unimportant.
Continue reading “Don’t Ignore Me”
I’ve blogged a couple of times now about my inability to come easily. Masturbation used to be easy and quick and straightforward and now it’s not. TSH and I are still negotiating too; neither of us want to be over but we’re trying to define a new relationship model and it’s going to take some work.
Continue reading “Midnight Blues”
Male privilege is something I’ve become so much more aware of in the past couple of years. Previously I’d chalk it up to “oh, that’s how men are,” but that’s not helpful to anyone. It’s a permit for the behaviour to unquestionably continue. AND it undermines the guys out there who are allies, the ones who also call it out or work hard to not be “one of those men.” In the past month, I’ve been exposed to it multiple times on FetLife, so I called it out.
Continue reading “Careful, your privilege is showing”