I’m A Bitch

rosieOver the years I have been called plenty of things.  Names don’t really bother me.  How I feel about myself is what is important.  Being called a bitch is one thing I have always kind of prided myself on.  I have been called a bitch by men, women, friends and enemies.  I am proud to say many of my female friends have been labeled bitches as well.

Today I thought I would touch on the finer points of being a bitch.  Here are my tips for being a bitch (properly).

  1. Be confident – Being happy with yourself is so important.
  2. Be strong – Don’t let anyone tell you can’t do something.
  3. Be proud – Own who you are and be unapologetic in your representation of yourself.
  4. Trust your instincts – You know what is best for you. Don’t allow anyone to bully you into doubting that.
  5. Stand up for yourself – If you don’t protect you, no one else will want to either.
  6. Don’t settle – Don’t let anyone convince you deserve less than what you work for.
  7. Pick your battles – You don’t have to prove or defend yourself to anyone who doesn’t matter.  Other people’s opinions only matter if you let them.
  8. Stand by your decisions – Every decision is merely choosing your next lesson.  Some are harder than others but if you grow then a choice is never a mistake.
  9. Surround yourself with people who will make you a better person – Eliminating toxic people from your life completely is one of the best ways to keep your life in order.
  10. Be honest – You should be truthful in your relationships with others.  Sometimes the truth can be hurtful but honesty id the best policy.
  11. Be passionate – Passion is a necessary element when achieving your goals.  Be passionate in everything you do.
  12. Love yourself – You should be your priority.  If you don’t give yourself what you need how do expect to have the ability to help others? How can you teach others how to love you?  Know you are amazing and others will know it too.
  13. Understand that you are the most amazing person you know – Don’t be afraid to let people know this is true.  Sometimes you really need to say it out loud.

And there you have it, The Narcissist’s rule for being a bitch.

Clearly I don’t believe that is a bad thing.

Relationship Writer Problems

coupleOne night while cuddling with my ex on the couch watching a movie, he leaned down and whispered, “Let’s have a threesome..” “No,” I responded without even glancing at him. He unwrapped his arms from around me and sat up. “Why not?” he whined. He sat and straightened myself.  I looked at him for a long moment trying to find a way to make him understand.  For one thing, though I adored him and very much enjoyed having sex with him, I didn’t think he had it in him to manage two women at once.  But the real reason I would never invite another woman into bed with us was simple. I had no intention of falling for the man I was now arguing with but my feelings for him had grown. “It would hurt me to watch you have sex with another woman,” I finally answered him.  “You’ve done it before,” he persisted.  “I wasn’t in a relationship and I couldn’t watch fuck someone else!” my voiced raised and became sterner.  “You like me’” he smiled at me and pulled me to him again.  It wasn’t the last time I’d have that conversation with him or other men I dated.

Since I have reentered the dating world, I have found dating to be somewhat challenging. I have learned to be cautious about how and who I date. As woman who writes about dating and sex, not only personally but professionally, it is difficult to find potential dates that don’t have some preconceived notion about who I am, what I want and how I date. I have had men approach me about dating simply because of my body of work. I have had men cancel dates because of my writing and some men have completely disregarded anything I have expressed in a relationship due to their perceived understanding of my experiences. All of this has resulted in some very interesting dating experiences that have benefited me greatly but often present some interesting stumbling blocks when I start wanting something more serious.

I have gone on dates solely for writing inspiration but typically that isn’t the reason I date. I love the stories and lessons that come from my experiences dating and in relationships but ultimately I date for the same reason everyone else does. I crave companionship though duration may vary. Ultimately I want something committed with some longevity.

skeletons closetHonesty is an important aspect of developing any relationship so I am fairly forth coming about what I do and what I write about. As anyone who has read my blog can tell you, I am pretty open anyway but I feel it is important to be honest and unapologetic about the events that have shaped who you are as a person. Early on I learned that it was better that I kept the information about my writing as simple as I could without being dishonest. If someone asked for details I’d provide them with as much information as was requested but dating with the bulk of my sexual history on the internet for everyone to read is challenging enough without my directing every man I date to my blog.

When I find myself dating someone whom I really like and who feels the same way they typically don’t read much of my work. I have also dated men who have read my blog or found some of my articles online. They will ask me about a certain experience or activity and attempt to pressure me into doing it again. I feel a bit like Alyssa Jones in Chasing Amy. My reputation precedes me and though I have done something, often for the sake of the experience, I have no intention of doing it again nor is it an activity I would participate in, in a relationship.

Dating is difficult. Because of some of my writing it makes dating more complicated. My past is my past and when dating someone I like I feel like I may be building a future. I want new experiences and new opportunities. I don’t want to reenact the past. I want something fresh to look forward to.

What are some of your experiences with assumptions and dating?

No, I Probably Don’t Want to Meet Your Friend

blindfoldedOver the course of my dating life I have thwarted several attempts, by my friends, to fix me up with questionable men.  I don’t like being “fixed up” with anyone.  I have no trouble getting dates.  Okay maybe in BFE it is hard to meet people but in general it isn’t an issue.  When I was a teenager I was the girl that never had a date.  I was scared shitless of boys until I was like sixteen and didn’t really start dating until I was seventeen.  As a result my girlfriends were always trying to pawn off the object of their desire’s friend on yours truly in an attempt to get some alone time.  I had no interest in any of these guys.  I was painfully shy and prudish. The last thing I would do was just make out with a total stranger. So every time it happened I would protest until everything went to shit and I would wind up at home reading a book, which suited me just fine.

When I got older, I had what I call my first era of confidence.  I didn’t particularly think I was attractive but I was 23, 5’ 9”, 127 lbs. and a D-cup so I got a lot of attention.  I was still shy but I liked guys looking at me and I got hit on quite a bit.  As a result of my boost in confidence, some of my friends attempted to suggest some of their single male friends to me.  I still didn’t like the idea of being fixed up and most of the guys I heard about sounded less than appealing.  A thirty year old virgin who still lived with his mom wasn’t a guy I had any interest in meeting.  I dated guys I liked and really didn’t need a matchmaker.  I stopped dating altogether for over a decade shortly after that.

At about 36 I had come to a point where I finally saw myself clearly.  I understood myself and I decided I was ready to date again. I quickly found the dating world was a very different place.  No one really fixed their friends up anymore. Everyone was finding dates online.  I set up an account on POF that lasted all of about two weeks before some psycho scared the shit out of me and I decided to finds a guy the old fashioned way. That was to just make myself available and find a guy.  I finally met one and we dated off and on for about a year.  He was a douche and when we stopped dating I had a really hard time for several months.  After that I started dating more casually, started writing about my experiences and spent four or five months burning through twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings like toilet paper on fire.  Then I met someone else I liked (fell in love) and dated him almost exclusively for a year. Everything went to shit again and I moved to California.

Where I live is sort of like landing yourself smack dab in the middle on “The Land That Time Forgot.” No online dating; no night life; no real opportunities to hunt.  I was worried that I really might not get a chance to date at all.  Here I am in my prime, hot as hell with the personality to match it, stuck in “Deliverance” country.  Then it started happening…  I began to socialize and all my backwoods, married since they were twelve, friends started trying to fix me up.  Being set up makes me anxious but not as anxious as being stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing and no one to do.

The problem is the same as it has always been.  I hate the idea of being hooked up with someone I am not attracted to or that might piss me off.  Friends fixing other friends up can ruin friendships.  I have been pretty insulted by some of the guys my friends thought I would “really like.” That shit pisses me off.  Most of my friends know who I date and what I find attractive.  If I ask if a guy is cute (a necessity to me) and I am told he is really nice… Thanks but no thanks.  If my friend says he is cute, hot sexy then I can get to the other things.

Flow CHart

screwedI am kind of at the mercy of my friends if I want to date right now.  I don’t know if I am in trouble or these poor guys are just screwed.

*I just realized I left off funny!  A sense of humor is so important to me.  He has to have a good sense of humor.

A Rant: Crazy Girls and the Stupid Ass Men Who Love Them – The Saga Continues

Earlier this year I wrote a piece about a male friend of mine and his absolutely insane decision to move a girl with two kids into his house after three weeks of dating.  She was telling him she loved him after four days but that is not the point… actually that is exactly the point.  Men throw the word crazy around like ever woman on the planet has some form of mental illness. (And fuck you because I am not crazy!) They always say it like it’s a bad thing.  It is something men say when describing a girl who’s having trouble letting go, who cries or expresses emotion about some other dickhole thing he said or did.

Then one magical day it is just cute and perfect and completely normal that you would invite a woman you barely know to live with you because she told you she was in love four days after meeting you. To me that is fucking crazy.  That is irrational and quite frankly a tad bit desperate.  What is done is done and I have surmised that men may think showing emotion is crazy but committing to someone you barely know right out of the gate is just fucking dumb.

I digress. What I am really want to say is, “I told you so!”  My dear friend and his cuckoo bananas girlfriend broke up.  I really thought that relationship might have some longevity. I thought surely moving Ms. Crazy as a Bag of Hair into your house was a really sane decision and would make for such a healthy relationship.  I am not sure who is actually crazier.

So the beautiful part of this whole story is now, she has no place to go.  Yup! She and her child are still living in his house, posting private things about their breakup and throwing the occasional “I Will Survive” post when she’s feeling slightly manic. It is like watch a slow motion animated train wreck. It makes something tragic vastly easier to deal with and pretty amusing, especially for everyone that tried to warn both of them about the inevitable outcome to their zany relationship.

I’ve talked to him once since all this has happened.  I hopped onto FB Messenger the second I saw him log in. He said he just really wanted her to find a place to live. After all the advice sought and disregarded, he chose to be crazy with her. Now he just has some girl with nowhere to go living in his house.  A girl who is posting way too much information on Facebook about things their friends don’t need to know.  I just want to take a moment to say “Yay to over-sharers!”

So just to recap…

Dude thinking: If a girl shows emotion that isn’t blind adoration for her partner, she is crazy.  If she tells him she loves him before she’s seen his apartment she is just cute as bug’s ear and the kind gal a guy wants to commit to.

This girl’s thinking: When I see a man fall head over heels for some girl whose sole purpose for living seems to be spending time with this guy she just met, that is fucking crazy. Any girl who says she loves you and wants to move right into the relationship thing isn’t going to stay “cute” crazy for long.  If somebody told me they were in love with me after a couple of dates, I would probably be googling restraining orders.

And men say women are irrational and illogical… Because complaining about a lack of nice guys and dating douchebags doesn’t seem as crazy as committing to woman who probably has az hair doll of you somewhere.  That’s just fucking nuts.

Bitches Be Hatin’

A while back I asked some of my readers to give me some topic ideas; things they’d like to see me address.  I thought I had addressed all of them. I actually skipped the one I wanted to write the most.  My blogger friend and PDX sister Jen at Sips of Jen and Tonic wanted me to address the issue of women and why we are giant snatches to each other.  (“Women hating on other women. GROWN women…” Her actual wording).

It is ingrained into girls at a very young age that should look a certain way/behave a certain way/think a certain way.  This does two things.  It makes us hypercritical of women who don’t behave the way we, ourselves, were raised to. It also creates a sense of competition in girls which often results in jealousy.

As young girls we are instilled with our parent’s values.  Their views of acceptable and unacceptable behavior become the basis by which all others will be judged.  Although our own views may be modified we still base our opinions and assessments of people on what’ve we learned is okay. As children we typically compare ourselves to peers of the same gender.  We decide who we like and who we don’t based on what we’ve been taught is appropriate.  We tend to flock to peers who behave in a way that isn’t unfamiliar or uncomfortable.  We shun the girls who don’t act the way we do.

When we start to judge the behavior of other girls we also start to compare other factors.  We compare our friends, our clothes and our looks to other girls around us.  We compare these things based on our parent’s perception of beauty, social standing and how our role models interact with their peers.  When I was a little girl my dad watched Wonder Woman every week.  He often said Linda Carter was beautiful.  My mother joked, “He had a crush on her.” As a result I often identified girls with dark hair and big light eyes as being more attractive than blondes or red heads. I had a light auburn tint to my hair and I had brown eyes.

At young age my perception of what beauty was was not reflected in the mirror I looked in every morning.  We begin to compare ourselves to others at a very young age.  We become aware of physical and social differences.  The idea of competition and jealousy stem from our perceived notion that someone else is superior physically, mentally and or socially. This sense of competition and basic understanding that we may not meet our these standards is carried with us into adulthood.

As we grow up our ideas about acceptable behavior, beauty and our belief structure may change but that desire to judge and compare ourselves to other women never does.  As we mature we all find ways to deal with that sense of competition and jealousy but it never goes away.  Women are raised in a way that encourages us to dislike each other.

I always try to be honest about what I feel and the truth is I have a hard time being friends with women.  When I do have female friends, I often form closer bonds with women I feel superior to or don’t view as a threat.  Any other relationships I have are more a case of keeping a close eye on the competition.  Regardless of the nature of my personal relationships, I don’t typically lash out at the women in my immediate social circle.

Even with women whom I genuinely connect there is a certain level of back-biting, shit talking and a strong desire to compete and compare.  Some of us have done a better job of adapting and trying to build relationships with other women. Women don’t know how to view other women as peers rather than competition.  We are jealous and tend to be more emotionally and psychologically cruel to each other because we all understand the basic insecurities of other women. Our mistreatment is often more damaging and effective than men’s.

Women are typically awful to other women because they are trying to prove their superiority or to deflect from some perceived inadequacy. How awful we are to each other is directly proportionate to how we feel about ourselves.  Our sense of self develops and strengthens as we get older.  The more secure we feel about ourselves the less inclined we are to point out the inadequacies of others.  Most women aren’t really capable of having a strong long term relationship with other women. We aren’t taught how to like each other.  Knowing and admitting all this doesn’t excuse grown women being cruel to other women.

Another lesson most of us learn as children is that people deserve a certain level of respect.  This also develops and grows with age.  As we become adults we learn that most of our desire to be cruel and hateful is useless and counterproductive, socially and emotionally.

Grown women who still openly hate and mistreat other women don’t like themselves.  Some people just never get to a point where they are able to love and accept themselves. I think men actually reach this point of self acceptance in adulthood more more quickly than women do.  The best advice I can give to a woman being attacked or harassed by another woman is to just keep doing you.  What some nasty, juvenile woman thinks doesn’t matter. She’s just pissed that you love and accept yourself.  All the other shit we compare doesn’t matter.  Your confidence is what really makes you superior and that jealous woman trying to cut you down knows it.

Just So Ya’ Know

The newest Fact or Myth is up over at Kink E-Magazine. I hope you’ll take the time to stop by and read my November piece, exploring the popular belief that men will sleep with anyone.

And while your there you can leave a comment…

Muah

The Narcissist

Yet Another Reason I Feel Hesitant About Online Dating

The other day I was perusing my blog reader when I came across a set of statistics about online dating.  I saw Pedobear in one of the many graphs and knew I had to get a better look.  When I clicked on the link and looked at the information presented on the charts I had made up my mind that internet dating is probably not the way to go.  The awkwardness of trying to get to know someone via internet messaging and the buffet of men [shudders] that were available to me after I changed my zip code on OKC didn’t help either but some of those stats even surprised me.  So without further ado…

And I feel that I must point out that I have used tradtional and casual online dating sites (It is no secret sometimes I just want to get laid It was for research) and of the four guys I met in person from a “traditional” dating site every one was at least twenty pounds heavier then they were in the photos they had posted in their profile. So I would say guys lie about their weight just as much as their height.

I would really love to hear your thoughts on this because I know some of my readers use online dating services.

A Rant: The Ideology of a Faultless Misogynist

On Father’s Day I saw an ecard that not only acknowledged fathers but single mothers as well.  I shared the card because I thought it was cool that someone thought to recognize single parents on the holiday.  I have single parent friends who acknowledge me on both holidays and thought the card was very nice for recognizing the extra effort of single moms.

Shortly after posting the ecard on my Facebook wall, a single, childless male friend questioned why this card existed when he had never seen one for fathers on Mother’s Day.  I responded, informing him that I only knew two men who were solely responsible for their child/children and that I had, for years wished them a Happy Mother’s Day.  Both chimed in shortly after I responded acknowledging that I did, in fact, always send them a message in May and both publicly wished me a Happy Father’s Day.

My friend, who made the initial inquiry about the lack of ecards for fathers in May said that didn’t really answer his question.  A female friend of my then posted a link, citing that out of 13.7 million single parent household in the U.S., 80% are run by women.  There was then a thirty comment debate between three or four people about whether these statistics were accurate.  After determining that the stats were at least close, we finally agreed that the reason he didn’t see cards like this for dads was due in large part to the fact that women comprised most of the single parent demographic.  He said it still seemed silly; it was suggested he make a card for dads and the conversation ended with some resolution.

The next morning, I woke up to a new comment on the thread, from a guy who I am not fond of Mr. “I can’t think of anything I would like less.” It read, “Maybe women should just keep their legs closed.” I deleted the comment and went about the rest of my day wanting to punch him in his stupid, sexist, ignorant face.  And thus starts my rant and the partial basis for yesterday’s post.

It bothers me that someone could be so cavalier about something as serious as single parenting or the struggles that face individuals trying to provide for a family alone, but what really bothers me about the comment is the simple fact that he is faulting women and women alone for issue of single parent households.  This is insulting and exactly the mentality that will continue to allow men to opt out of their obligations to their families.

If women didn’t have sex then single parents wouldn’t be nearly the issue it is.  Women can inseminate themselves, after all. [Insert eye roll here] The reasons women are forced to raise children have nothing to do with men having sex or shunning their responsibilities.  The reason a woman has to raise a child on her own is simple.  Women are irresponsible, immoral sluts and if we could simply refrain from having sex then single parent households would cease to exist.  The men wouldn’t have to pay child support/be a parent or avoid paying child support/avoid being a parent because some irresponsible woman had a baby. It is an ignorant and misogynistic viewpoint that implies that men are faultless.  His assertion is that it is solely a woman’s fault this issue even exists.

Women and men from all walks of life can find themselves being to only provider in a single family household.  Unplanned pregnancy, divorce and death of a partner are just few reasons this happens.  Not all single parents are in that position due to promiscuity or carelessness.  I don’t know any single parent, myself included, who woke up one morning and thought, “I think I will trick some poor, poor man into getting me pregnant today and then I’ll spend the next 18 years and 9 months making him pay for that child or busting my ass to make ends meet.” (Because it is really only my fault I am in this situation to begin with.)

I am not a huge fan of anyone who likes to indulge in the idea that they are victims.  It is the menatlity that allows such silly logic as, “Everything happens to me, not because of me.” I like, every other single parent accepts and understands why they are in the situation they are.  Most do what is necessary to provide for their families.  I believe a lot of individuals in that situation didn’t plan on raising a child alone but for some reason that is what they are doing.  That is not because a woman opened her legs.  It is because TWO people decided to have sex and for whatever reason, callous or circumstantial, both parents aren’t there now.

Men like this need to own up their participation in an issue that leaves individuals in the, often difficult, situation of raising a child/children alone.  That doesn’t happen because women are sluts; it can happen for a whole myriad of reasons.  Sometimes, just sometimes, it even happens because a guy should have just kept it in his pants.

 

 

Do You See What I See?

I read an article regarding a recent study saying that women, now more than ever are becoming as narcissistic if not more narcissistic than their male counterparts.  It seems the findings of the study were that women have an over inflated sense of awesomeness.  Women want and expect more for themselves.  They have an unsubstantiated sense of self-worth.  They have become more selfish and see themselves in way that is not based in reality.

Men are finding it harder to find women to date because women have become pickier.  They want more than they deserve.  They want to date “out of their league” and have unrealistic expectations about what they can actually achieve and obtain.  I do know some women who seem to have bottomless egos but this is a behavior women have had to deal with in men for… well, forever.

Men my age want to date twenty something year old girls.  Men want to have better jobs.  Men want play the game while women are merely pieces on the board.  This behavior is accepted and often expected in men but when women exhibit any kind of positive (and yes sometimes exaggerated sense of self) it is an issue.  I think confidence is important and attractive.

Do we really still live in a time when women are expected to be meek and grateful and not really understand who they are or be proud of what they can do?  As with anything, I think the only thing preventing anyone from accomplishing their goals and achieving their dreams is how they feel about themselves.  How someone, male or female, sees himself/herself is relative.  How someone sees themselves may not be what you see but that doesn’t matter.  You are one person and your opinion isn’t the only one out there.  Why do we have to cut people who feel good about themselves down to size?

The War on Women: Religion

I live in a country that I appreciate because we are allowed some freedoms many countries are not.  In my country, women without means have access to birth control.  Women can terminate a pregnancy if necessary without threat of being criminalized or having to risk an illegal procedure that can be life threatening and dangerous.

These rights are under attack.  It has been proposed that abortion be made illegal, that our government shouldn’t pay for birth control.    I have been having conversations about this lately and many people feel that the implementation of these proposals would be constructive and beneficial to our government, economy and the moral integrity of our countries citizens.

Many base their support of this proposed legislation on religion.  I am not religious but I have a good moral compass.  We live in country that was founded on the idea that church and state should be separated.  The church should have no weight in regard to legislation or its implementation.  The idea that our citizens’ personal religious belief supersedes a woman’s decision to end a pregnancy is a direct contradiction to constitutional law.

If you don’t want to have an abortion and would never consider terminating a pregnancy because you believe it would be a sin then don’t have an abortion.  That doesn’t give you a right to force your ideology onto the female citizens of this country who may see it as the best option for their future.

Women have abortions for many reasons.  Women have abortions because their birth control failed. Women have abortions because they have been victims of sex crimes.  Women have abortions because they are incapable of caring for or raising a child.  Most women don’t have abortions in lieu of birth control.

The idea that most women in this country have abortions because they are careless and irresponsible is insulting and bias insinuation based on fundamentalist using religion to defend their sexist attitudes toward women and their individual freedoms.  Access to birth control keeps the number of pregnancies terminated down and abortion provides an alternative to women who may not be ready for or capable of caring for child.

These rights are important and have great deal to do with why I am glad I was born in this country.  As our country begins to allow our rights as citizens to come under scrutiny based on the beliefs of some, we as American citizens have an obligation to stand up and defend those being attacked.  Religion shouldn’t dictate how our government views women.  Our government should protect women.  Hopefully it will continue to do so.

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