I just want someone to sleep with in both ways. Someone with whom a love can grow happily – with neither one of us shouldering more burden than the other. I don’t want to labour or suffer for you. I want to easily please you and to be easily pleased in return. In you hands, I want to feel my restlessness lift away and leave me. I want to exercise vulnerability and not resilience. I want to feel no restraint, only joy, as I lie with you fondly and feel gladdened by your heavy presence, your lion-gentle breath.
“Pitch to me Dave, what have you got?”
“I’ve got a gambling problem and athlete’s foot but I’m the most generous guy you’ll meet.”
“Noted, your turn Simon- what can you offer?”
“Good news- lovely curvy dick. Bad news- I’m tightfisted and I only brush my teeth when I feel like it.”
“OK thanks, Gary- give it to me.”
“I’m a tongue magician, but I describe myself as a tongue magician.”
“Lovely, now – Fred please.”
“I’ll make you feel small because I feel inadequate. I’ll guilt trip you constantly for the slightest mistake and make backhanded comments in front of your friends, but I have a sexy accent and I regularly get my crack waxed so I’m smooth as a silken arsehole.”
“Great, now Harry – please present yourself.”
“You’ll never trust me and I can’t commit, I’ll beat around the bush for years before ultimately disappointing you time and again, but I can be a trophy husband – everyone’ll be jealous of you and my incredible jawline.”
“Nice. Now, Pete?”
“Thanks boss, I’m funny and gentle, loyal like a labrador but I make love like a worm that’s been cut in half.”
“OK – Jeff?”
“I’m the most intelligent shit you’ll see- I have an answer for everything and you’ll never see me not smug, except for the point of orgasm which I can only reach if you prick the soles of my feet with a needle.”
“Thanks. Now Warren?”
“I’m a homophobe and a racist but boy, do I have a nice thick neck. And great table manners.”
“Excellent, thanks for your presentations everyone. I’ll consider you for the position and you should hear back within a couple of days or when I can be arsed. Thanks for your time fellas.”
Distinctly average man seeks monogamous bi woman to annoy by saying that him and his girlfriend are looking for a “play mate”*.
*(“Play thing”, “good time” and “unicorn” also accepted.)
This is a screenshot of a message I got last night from someone I’ve never spoken to. I’ve expertly doctored it as you can see, using the stickers available on my phone, it was either that or a snowman, so I used the nutcracker.
Yes, I wrote “empathetic” in my profile. Do I care if he doesn’t recognise it as a word? No.
Was I mean to him in that message I sent before blocking him? Yes. But I think he deserved it for angering me.
I like language, and as a teenager maybe I was more of a pedant with punctuation and grammar and vocabulary than I am now. I think I’ve grown up and I no longer see the point in “correcting” people.
All he was doing by introducing himself and the conversation in that way was trying to belittle me and I won’t be belittled by a nutcracker.
I just feel that, unless someone is using offensive slurs or really appropriative or inappropriate language, let them be. Simple mistakes or a little bit of creativity shouldn’t make people feel the need to try and chop people up.
Making words fit for what you need them for is fine, I reckon. That’s how new words come about and without change and growth, language would become stagnant.
For the record, I was saying in my profile, in the I’m really good at section: “Being empathetic and non-judgemental :).” Sympathetic didn’t feel right, so I wrote empathetic and that’s not a crime nutcracker, so stop cracking my nuts.
Also, “joke practice”, srsly? 😉
P.S. Just found this:
Not a fantastic picture, but it says:
of, relating to, or characterised by empathy, the psychological identification with the feelings, thought or attitudes of others:
a sensitive, empathetic school counsellor.
P.P.S – Also, I don’t know this guy’s intention, it felt accusatory and annoying but, if it was an opener, just a note – I hate when people try and start an argument as an opener – but that’s a post for another day maybe.
This is just the introduction to the first listed thing in Experience: what I’ve learnt :).
I’ve been using dating apps for a couple of years now.
- OK Cupid
- Grazer (Basically Tinder for vegetarians and vegans)
- Plenty of Fish
And possibly some others that I can’t remember :).
The one I’ve stuck to most closely and have actually, wait for it, paid for is OK Cupid.
I find it’s generally reliable and I quite like how it’s all set up and it’s not too expensive (think it might be around £25 every six months for “A-list”, something along those lines).
It’s more than just a scrolling stream of photos with minimal bios like Tinder and Grazer, where I feel like I haven’t got enough information to decide whether I do or don’t like someone. Also if I’m feeling a bit indecisive, I often feel like I just have to end the application rather than make a decision about a person. And then, they can keep coming up every time I log back in and I still have no clue what to do – there’s no maybe pile.
You get to answer questions at any point, it’s all multiple choice, and from that, it assigns you with a range of qualities.
As an example, I’ll read you what it says on my current profile.
OKC describes me as :
- Less Ambitious
- More Compassionate
- Less Arrogant
- Less Sex-driven
- More Polite
- More Love-driven
than the average bisexual woman of my age on OKC.
(I must confess, I am less inclined to actually answer many of the sex-based questions on the app, mainly because I don’t want people who may want to creep me out to know any particulars of what I like or don’t like in the bedroom.
I don’t want to give certain people “ammunition” if you know what I mean – you can just imagine it …
OKC question: “Would you rather be tied up during sex or do the tying?”
OKC answers: “Be tied up; Do the tying; Neither thanks; I like both.”
Person A: Be tied up 🙂
Message from Person B > Person A: Oh you like being tied up do ya luv? *rubs knees*
You understand. I just like to keep some of the information to a minimum because I don’t trust everyone that could be witnessing this information to not use it to taunt or threaten or insult or shame me.
Therefore, perhaps OKC’s conception of me and my sex drive is slightly skewed. Although I don’t know I haven’t asked a sample group or anything.
Anyway, based on your answers to these questions, and what answer you’ll accept from a potential match, you are given a percentage match score to compare with every other member of the site.
Obviously, the match score can do little in terms of conveying how chemical you’ll feel in real life, but, I feel answering questions in this way does help get to know some basic things about a match.
For example, once I “liked” a match (gave him a little star) and he gave me one and we started chatting, he was a fellow vegan and from his profile and pictures, he seemed like a lovely smiley guy, bit of a free spirit.
We exchanged a couple of messages each, I complimented his pies (you can link to your instagram), and then I thought I’d have a quick look through how he’d answered some of his questions.
I found that he still seemed OK, we had quite a high match percentage maybe somewhere in the 80s or 90s.
And then, I got to the sex section…
One of the questions there was: “Would you ever film a sexual encounter without your partner knowing?”
And he’d answered yes.
So, basically, I feel for this sort of thing it can be really helpful, because if you have a few deal-breakers – you can weed them out without even having to actually chat. As much as I dislike the idea of commodifying one’s search for love or measuring the effort you may have to put in, if you’ve been on dating apps as long as I have you’ll know how difficult and time consuming it can be.
A couple of my friends and I who were all on it at once at one point, called it admin, because it often felt like a job – a risky, sometimes exciting, sometimes disappointing, but most often, extremely tedious job.
You often find yourself having quite similar conversations with strangers until one of you decides you’re not really fussed about talking anymore, or you meet, and then decide the same thing.
And then there’s the struggle of dealing with the titular awful people you can come into contact with, of whom there are different types. I’ll talk about some of these in more detail in the next section.
(Sorry there’s been quite a bit of convoluted describing of the landscape of the app here, I just felt I needed to give a bit of context and background info to start with and I’m not the most concise writer.)
- I must feel safe – you must not hurt me
- You must respect me
- You must listen and share
- You must be sensitive
- We must have the witchcraft pull
- We must laugh together
- You mustn’t get mad at me for things I can’t help
- You must be kind to me and others
- We must be friends
Right, right, right.
I need to talk about this.
I’ve only recently started this blog, and since doing so, my confidence in sharing my content has grown.
I feel pleased when anyone takes the time to read what I’ve written and it still feels somewhat of a novelty to have anyone’s eyes on my work, other than my own.
When I started, I was very reluctant to tell anyone I knew about it, but over the past month, I’ve actually been surprised about how willing I am to send close friends the link.
And I’ve had some positive feedback, which is nice. It’s so lovely to do something I enjoy, that feels helpful to my well-being, and to have people respond to it in such a way.
So thank you if you’ve ever read any of my poems or pressed the little star on anything I’ve done – I appreciate it every time I have a little orange dot on the bell in the top corner.
It’s the 28th of April today and I actually started properly posting on about the 8th or somewhere around there, so it’s not been long.
Sorry, this post is a bit of a mish-mash – I’ve already gone on quite a tangent, from what I was originally posting. (Also, just to interject again – I really like really short paragraphs as a reader, so that’s why I do them as a writer, I find it just makes it more readable, I think my attention span’s got shorter in recent years, so short paragraphs are a blessing I find.)
Anywayy, when I scrawled the beginnings of this post in my notebook, the intention was to share with whoever may be reading this, some things I’ve learnt.
I don’t think my perspective’s incredibly important or anything, but I don’t think it’s not important either and this is my platform, right? So I have to stop apologising for sharing things.
(It’s a bit like when I was a teenager and I was deathly afraid of posting a picture of myself anywhere because I felt like it somehow wasn’t my place, or that people would think I was vain or self- involved or something. When really, no one really cares, so now, if I want to put a picture of myself on my social media – I bloody well will, and there’s no need for me to make any excuse other than “I wanted to”.)
Anyway (2nd anyway), moving on from my own discussion of my writing/ sharing self- confidence issues, I’m going to jump right into this short list of a few things I’ve learnt about life over the past few/5ish years/ as I’ve become an adult human. (I’m 23 now if that helps haha.) Just a few.
Here we go:
- A lot of people on dating apps are awful. Awful. (These people also exist in real life as well – but I come into contact with them more regularly through the window of my phone screen and some of them may be more brazen or heinous with that barrier of course.)
- It can be really difficult to exist in public, when people think you (or the people around you e.g. a partner or a friend) are anything other than cis and straight.
- I’ve noticed a strange, but regularly appearing thought pattern amongst people I’ve met concerning the boundaries between sex and other romantic intimacy – a sort of worryingly common notion that divides the two in a way I find, at best odd and at worst disturbing and even dangerous.
- A lot (a lot) of people have mental health issues and I am by no means alone.
- The meat and dairy industry is deeply bleak.
I want to explain these in more detail but I’m already around 556 words and I feel like each number deserves a post in itself – It could take me a while though, this feels like heavy stuff and I am not keen on heavy – not with these skinny arms.
I’m not sure if I should include facts and figures and do research, or if I should just tell you what I’ve personally experienced through anecdotes and potentially screenshots etc. (They’ll be particularly useful on the one about dating apps, as I’ll be able to provide examples of awfulness).
A bit of time might pass between now, and the next post on this thread but, please bear with. I’ll make it blatantly clear in the title and they’ll be in the prose category, in non-fiction.