I got some feedback on my recent post about Nate and I being in an open relationship. It seems many people still believe that women cannot engage in sex without ‘catching feelings’; there is no such thing as friends with benefits, or no strings attached. Men are sexual creatures and women are emotional creatures.
Here we go with me not being a woman again. Then again, I’ve recently come across a slew of other bloggers who have the same views about sex as I do, so maybe I am a woman and society’s views are just outdated?
(This is why I identify as Androgynous.)
I am big on labeling myself. I have Bipolar Disorder — this helps me to understand that I’m not crazy and there are other people like me. I label myself as Androgynous — this helps me to understand that I’m not crazy and there are other people like me. My frenemy and I recently discovered I’m about 75% Granippy (minus the overt obsession with the environment — I’m a smoker — and the not eating meat — I love bacon), which is a phrase we made up combining the terms Granola and Hippy (even though I spell it Hippie, whatever) — this helps me to understand that I’m not crazy and there are other people like me.
See a trend? I label myself to feel more sane. To find like-minded individuals I can relate to.
You label me to make me look like a monster when I don’t fall perfectly into your subdivided categories. The category of a woman seems to be one with which I struggle most.
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The truth is, I never wanted to get married. I still kind of don’t. I mean, I want to marry Nate, but I don’t want to get married, if that makes any sense whatsoever. My goal in life is not to be someone’s wife. I don’t need a piece of paper or a big ceremony to make my love valid. So no, I don’t need to find someone who can marry me, because I don’t want to marry someone. I don’t want to marry anyone. I will marry Nate.
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Sex and emotion do not go hand in hand with me. At all. In the slightest.
First comes sex, then comes . . . thanks, had a good time, see you later.
I can have friends with benefits. I can have an open relationship. My heart is not in my vagina. There is no risk whatsoever of having an emotional attachment with anyone I sleep with, and I know this from experience.
I’m backwards with this shit. Sex goes hand-in-hand with love; love does not go hand-in-hand with sex.
I didn’t feel kind of dirty after sleeping with my side piece (haha) because I thought what I was doing was wrong, or because I was starting to feel something for him, or any of that. I just felt dirty because it wasn’t Nate and because I miss Nate and because hell, I want to bang Nate.
It’s really as simple as that.
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What do you think about traditional views about sex, marriage, men and women? Do you know anyone else like me? Let me know!