Junk-food Sex

"...to approach sex carelessly, shallowly, with detachment and without warmth is to dine night after night in erotic greasy spoons. In time, one's palate will become insensitive, one will suffer (without knowing it) emotional malnutrition, the skin of the soul will fester with scurvy, the teeth of the heart will decay. Neither duration nor proclamation of commitment is necessarily the measure- there are ephemeral explosions of passion between strangers that make more erotic sense than many lengthy marriages, there are one-night stands in Jersey City more glorious than six-month affairs in Paris- but finally there is a commitment, however brief; a purity, however threatened; a vulnerability, however concealed; a generosity of spirit, however marbled with need; an honest caring, however singed by lust, that must be present if couplings are to be salubrious and not slow poison."

- Tom Robbins from Still Life With Woodpecker (1980)

My Ten Favorite Love Songs at This Very Moment

1. "The Lovecats" by The Cure



2. "Shadow of Love" by The Damned



3. "(I'd Go The) Whole Wide World" by Wreckless Eric



4. "Perfect Day" by Lou Reed



5. "Baby, I Love You" (cover) by The Ramones



6. "Semi-Charmed Life" by Third Eye Blind



7. "Unchained Melody" (cover) by The Righteous Brothers



8. "New York City" by The Polyamorous Affair



9. "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele



10. "I Want To" by Best Coast

Some Things Can Never Return

I think we all have someone we could have dated in our pasts. Not like someone we were capable of dating, but someone we could have legitimately had a serious relationship worth being in with.

Two, maybe three, years ago a good friend of mine moved in with a quite handsome and very nice guy. We got along well right off the bat, but I was never a frequent visitor at their place. It was always a very sweet, innocent thing. Every once in a while I would text him when I was bored, or he would call to see how I'd been, but it was no great romance.

One time he traded me a haircut for concert tickets, then admitted he had just wanted to take me to that concert. We ran into my most recent ex at the time at that show and it was a comfort to be there with someone as sweet as this boy was. We kissed that night, but nothing ever came of it.

A couple of months ago, I found out that he committed suicide. I haven't really talked to any of my friends about this. I don't even know what I'd say if I did. I guess just that he was a kind and wonderful person that I miss from time to time.

Nice Guys Don't Wear Leather.

I'm featured in the current edition of Bleach Online, so you should all check it out here!

Ain't Nobody Here But Us Dogs

I have recently acquainted myself with the doghouse.
I am currently in the doghouse.
I HATE THE DOGHOUSE.

Seriously, I don't understand this concept at all. If you care about someone and they fuck up but you're willing to take them back and fix things, how does it help to not forgive them/keep bringing things up/make them feel like shit all the time? I'm pretty quick to forgive someone unless they royally fuck up, and in those circumstances I just drop people rather than act like an asshole around them when I know I'll never really feel the same again. How can it possibly make someone feel better to constantly remind the person they are with that they're the bad guy. Playing persona non grata has never been my thing. I can only take so much crap before I leave.

Bad Patterns by Tiffany Diane

Everybody comes to the point in their dating life where they realize what kind of patterns they seem to be stuck in. I have always harnessed the mindset that "I go for the wrong guys," but that's a duh statement. Every chronically single woman can apply that to their behavior. If I were going for the right guys, I wouldn't be single.

A diagram of my pattern:
1. I go for bad boys.
2. Bad boys go for me.
3. Bad boy pretends to be good, for a while, for me.
4. Bad boy realizes either A) I'm not worth it or B) I'm too good for him -- I like to think it's always B.

5. Bad boy goes back to being bad.
It's an endless loop. Why do I do this?

For Non Blondes

One time, I made out with two blonde boys at a party, because I was drunk and thought they were the same guy.