I have been silent about racism my entire life, because I incorrectly believed it wasn’t my fight. But due to the events of the past 2 weeks, I have come to realize it is ABSOLUTELY my fight, and that I must be vocal about it.
Here’s the hard data that led me to my conclusion:
Update: when I first wrote this, I was obsessed with physical intimacy, and how to get it.
To be clear: there is nothing wrong with wanting physical intimacy — it is a perfectly normal, natural human desire. It becomes problematic when you use physical intimacy to escape from dealing with the difficult parts of your life. Personally, I have sought out physical intimacy (under the guise of dating) to get away from my feelings of loneliness, self-consciousness with respect my body, and sadness over the progression of my disability.
I used to think that dating with a disability shouldn’t be any different, because…I didn’t want it to be different!
I have felt different my entire life — and I didn’t want to keep doing that.
I mean, my friends don’t see me as any different… they don’t talk about my disability. They just see me for me. Why can’t someone else do the same? Especially the person who is supposed to love me for who I am on the inside?
I got a call from a friend last weekend, and he had it bad (like, at the level of Usher’s U Got It Bad).
He had met a girl at a party, and they had TOTALLY hit it off. They had the same sense of humor, they had talked about real shit, and there was tons of sexual chemistry. They even went back to her place — that same night.
The next day, he asked her out on a date (as opposed to a “hang out”) but she declined, stating that she wasn’t comfortable…
Last week I told you about my awful first date.
And honestly, I should’ve known it’s was going to be terrible.
Because I had called this girl before our first date, and the conversation was super dull.
Buuuuuut I still decided to take her out…
Why? Because, she’s really cute 😏
Don’t judge…I know you’ve fallen for looks too…
But it wasn’t JUST that. She actually found me on a BDSM social networking site.
Okay so now you’re really judging me…and it’s okay — bring it on. Care to share your browsing history…
I went on an awful first date the other night.
Why was it awful?
Because she talked about herself 95% of the time.
Which kills me — because the entire time, I was thinking…come on, it’s not that hard!
There are SO many dates, and even everyday connections, that don’t go well, because one person talks way too much about themselves.
Look, it’s just not fun to sit there, and listen to someone drone on about their life, if they never ask about yours. …
As an academic overachiever, I became very skilled at giving the right answer and avoiding the wrong answers.
In academics, everything has a right and wrong answer. Even so-called “subjective” tests. The wrong answer to a writing prompt is a blank page, of course. Automatic zero.
So it’s common sense to write something rather than nothing. Maybe you’ll get partial credit, at least.
Naturally, I thought social interaction had the same rules. There are right things to say and wrong things to say. And I should always have something to say.
So I memorized lines and routines — in…
Has anyone ever asked you that dreaded question?
So…are you dating anyone yet?
My grandma used to ask me this all the time. To her, it was an innocent question, as she saw all of my 10+ cousins pairing off around their teenage years, and many of them would even bring their “special someone” to meet her (which, in my family, is a BIG deal — because once grandma knows, everyone knows).
Most guys don’t get the results they want with women. (Psst…hit play on the video below to watch me “perform” this blog post for you.)
They either settle for the first girl who shows interest in them, or they just find excuses (school and work are common ones) for why they can’t date right now. They hope that “someday” they will magically figure it out.
How do I know? Because that used to be me. And I had some fantastic excuses.