NEWSFLASH: YOUR SIDE LOST
(cookies to anyone who can tell me what movie that's from. EMILY, YOU DO NOT GET TO GUESS, COZ YOU KNOW.)
God FUCKING dammit. *Fumes* I'm sorry, guys, I really hate that it seems like all I've been doing lately is ranting in this journal, but ARRRRGGGH.
Why does everyone and their brother assume that simply because I am single, attractive and female, I am hungering for some man (or woman!) to fill that "Void" in my life?
MEMO TO THE WORLD: I AM PERFECTLY FUCKING HAPPY BEING SINGLE.
Allow me to dispell your illusions.
I do not subscribe to the bullshit romanticized theory of a cheesy "soul mate," that I am somehow missing my "other half." Yes, I love that Hedwig and the Angry Inch song, The Origin of Love, but do I BELIEVE that? HELL NO. I am perfectly whole and content in and of myself. I am rendered perfect the way I am, all my parts here, my heart, my soul, my drive and my emotions and my love of life. I am not lacking, I am not incomplete, I am not lonely and desperate without my "soul mate." I happen to have SEVERAL 'soul mates,' actually, and I like my definition ever so much better than yours, thanks so much. Mine are people that I feel I've known for a long long time, who understand me intuitively, at a level where words fail and something else prevails. Maybe I've even known them in previous lives---I'm not sure. I AM sure that I am damned lucky to have them in my life---but even though I'd be lonelier without them, they are not my "other halves" either. They ENRICH me, COMPLEMENT me, make me somehow more and better when I'm with them than without. But they do not COMPLETE me. I am already complete.
This is not saying that if some wonderful person comes into my life, and all the factors are there, that I would send them packing. Quite the contrary. But I am not LOOKING for him (or her, god dammit, I may consider myself mostly straight but sexual attraction doesn't always equal love). I don't need to. No, I don't. I don't care if you don't believe me, but for the love of GOD do not try to play match-maker with me.
Oh, and as for my sex life? That's what vibrators are for. If I really get the urge to go out and boink some random human, I will, because there's nothing wrong with that, as long as you're careful, but more often than not it's too much hassle and not particularly safe. And leaves me feeling all irritable and somewhat squicked the next day, like ew, what did I just touch? Barf. I'm far more comfortable with my sexuality, sensuality, preferences, and sex drive than many people I know IRL, and I'll deal with it as I see fit. Trust me, I AM dealing with it. Note the lack of SO. That's right---don't need one. Having a boyfriend or girlfriend for the sole purpose of sex isn't something I'm interested in, personally.
I have interests, goals, friends, school, family, pets, a job, a car, my music, my writing, my reading, my dreams, my plans, my secrets, and so many other things. I'm not missing a god-damned thing. I am a very physically affectionate creature, but see above mention of 'soul mates'---they help me with that. Oh, and pets are good for that, too. Not to mention my family. I love and feel loved and again can I PLEASE DRAW YOUR ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT I AM SINGLE?
Don't try to hook me up, don't laugh at me when I tell you I'm happy by myself, don't assume that because I am dressing attractively that it means I'm trying to attract a man (because god forbid I should want to feel pretty in and of myself!), don't presume to judge the way I live my life. I am happy alone. When and if that changes, I'll address it. I shouldn't have to turn it into a fucking manifesto.
God FUCKING dammit. *Fumes* I'm sorry, guys, I really hate that it seems like all I've been doing lately is ranting in this journal, but ARRRRGGGH.
Why does everyone and their brother assume that simply because I am single, attractive and female, I am hungering for some man (or woman!) to fill that "Void" in my life?
MEMO TO THE WORLD: I AM PERFECTLY FUCKING HAPPY BEING SINGLE.
Allow me to dispell your illusions.
I do not subscribe to the bullshit romanticized theory of a cheesy "soul mate," that I am somehow missing my "other half." Yes, I love that Hedwig and the Angry Inch song, The Origin of Love, but do I BELIEVE that? HELL NO. I am perfectly whole and content in and of myself. I am rendered perfect the way I am, all my parts here, my heart, my soul, my drive and my emotions and my love of life. I am not lacking, I am not incomplete, I am not lonely and desperate without my "soul mate." I happen to have SEVERAL 'soul mates,' actually, and I like my definition ever so much better than yours, thanks so much. Mine are people that I feel I've known for a long long time, who understand me intuitively, at a level where words fail and something else prevails. Maybe I've even known them in previous lives---I'm not sure. I AM sure that I am damned lucky to have them in my life---but even though I'd be lonelier without them, they are not my "other halves" either. They ENRICH me, COMPLEMENT me, make me somehow more and better when I'm with them than without. But they do not COMPLETE me. I am already complete.
This is not saying that if some wonderful person comes into my life, and all the factors are there, that I would send them packing. Quite the contrary. But I am not LOOKING for him (or her, god dammit, I may consider myself mostly straight but sexual attraction doesn't always equal love). I don't need to. No, I don't. I don't care if you don't believe me, but for the love of GOD do not try to play match-maker with me.
Oh, and as for my sex life? That's what vibrators are for. If I really get the urge to go out and boink some random human, I will, because there's nothing wrong with that, as long as you're careful, but more often than not it's too much hassle and not particularly safe. And leaves me feeling all irritable and somewhat squicked the next day, like ew, what did I just touch? Barf. I'm far more comfortable with my sexuality, sensuality, preferences, and sex drive than many people I know IRL, and I'll deal with it as I see fit. Trust me, I AM dealing with it. Note the lack of SO. That's right---don't need one. Having a boyfriend or girlfriend for the sole purpose of sex isn't something I'm interested in, personally.
I have interests, goals, friends, school, family, pets, a job, a car, my music, my writing, my reading, my dreams, my plans, my secrets, and so many other things. I'm not missing a god-damned thing. I am a very physically affectionate creature, but see above mention of 'soul mates'---they help me with that. Oh, and pets are good for that, too. Not to mention my family. I love and feel loved and again can I PLEASE DRAW YOUR ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT I AM SINGLE?
Don't try to hook me up, don't laugh at me when I tell you I'm happy by myself, don't assume that because I am dressing attractively that it means I'm trying to attract a man (because god forbid I should want to feel pretty in and of myself!), don't presume to judge the way I live my life. I am happy alone. When and if that changes, I'll address it. I shouldn't have to turn it into a fucking manifesto.