Well. I am a woman who loves sex. Loves it. Loves it with men. Loves it with women. I don’t discriminate based on gender – but please, avoid the word “bisexual”. That just makes me think of sorority girls who make out with their BFFs at parties because the boys like it. Or straight girls who like the attention of not-straight girls – but care less about leading someone on and more about the fact that boys like it.
In addition to my interest in sex, I am not going to tell you too much more about myself. I am successful at my day job. I am smart, independent, and confident. I have a wonderful family and wonderful friends. In short? I love my life – and even though I know I’ll sound pretty much pissed half the time, I’m actually a very happy individual. But none of that really matters. What I’m here about has nothing to do with me, personally. This blog is anonymous. Exactly three people know I am writing it. I just don’t want to have to censor myself – and, as I’m going to talk about my life, I’ll be discussing me friends. I don’t want them to be hurt, take things the wrong way, or get mad that I put their personal life on the interwebs.
So. What exactly do I want, as far as relationships are concerned? Well. Right now? Honestly, I don’t need anyone’s emotions all up in my shit, taking up my time. I don’t need daily phone calls/e-mails/texts. I don’t WANT those things. What I WANT is a lot of sex on a regular basis and to have fun. That’s it. Period. Sure – if something more transpires I’m not going to kick it out of bed. I’ll make time and energy for something that’s worth it. But – that isn’t what I am actively looking for, nor is it something I need to be happy. And I am not willing to change myself or make unnecessary concessions simply to keep someone around.
I don’t want to get married any time soon. There are about three children in this world I even like and I’m still glad they aren’t mine.
And no, I’m not 21 years old. I’m staring 30 in the face (I’m 29). Well. Not really staring it in the face – I’d say I’m more ignoring it than anything. I measure my life in my accomplishments (both in life and work) and the people around me. Not in years. Age ain’t nothin’ but a number, baby.
This is me. Take it or leave it. I don’t pretend to be perfect (clearly I am not), but I’ll decide the changes I need to make. And I’ll make them for me.
Finally – yes. That is me in the photo at the top of the page.