hihi,
Haven't had a proper blog for a couple of weeks, so here we go. I've been sort of wandering as usual. I've met some cool people over the past couple of weeks. I made friends with identical twins that were identical to my guy friend Matt at home, British southern accent and the same hair and everything! These two are DJ's, and the nephews of the older bisexual guy who's been hitting on me (who also set me up with his much older sister without telling me!) These guys were really sweet, within 10 minutes of knowing them, I had both of them nestled in on each shoulder like overgrown cats or something.
I've had it up to my ears with my catholic flatmates. I've lived with irish catholics before, and they were so different. We used to run into nuns a lot in Grafton Street, and me and Fid sometimes stopped to talk to them. Even these Irish nuns were looser than my flatmates.
I don't mind what religion ppl are, that's fine, but I'm so squashed into a box right now. My rent is cheap, and I'm in an ok place, bus and train wise, so it's worth just putting up with it for now. I got into a big discussion with my landlord about marriage and kids yesterday, we'd been watching this dodgy film about a guy who has to get married to inherit a huge fortune (Chris O'Donnell was in it), and ok, i made some noises at the corny parts, I admit it. Well, we'd had a talk about kids a few days before that, as my ex came online drunk, and said he wanted me to have at least three kids with him, and that was his 'dream'. I don't want to end up with someone who has no ambition, and won't fight with me. This ex changes his 'dreams' to match what he thinks *I* want, in order to entice me back.
I want to be able to chase my own career, but feel excited about my spouses career too. I don't want to be coddled or have someone fit themselves to match me!
Back to the original rant; so I'd told my landlord in passing about the three kids thing, and she told me my clock was ticking, and looked shocked that I wasn't pleased by the proposal? Then for this weeding talk, I said I didn't know if I wanted to get married really, and if I ever did, it'd have to be by Elvis in Vegas. It's a bit of paper, and my friend nicely put it that it's a nice way to not grow old alone. When I'm 60, ok, I'll probs want to be married.
And I continued that I'd not had much in the way of long term relationships before, because I had such a close circle of friends that I had all the emotional support I could ever need. I've never felt the 'need' to have a relationship. I have all the love I need, i have my independence, and if I want sex, well, I'll go out and pull!
(please note that the last part never got mentioned....I do have tact)
She started talking about marriage being the solution against all the 'selfish, greedy people in the world' , like it's an exercise to cure people of their habits? And that it was a divine and beautiful thing. She knows about my ex, and when I mentioned that I had a 'husband' anyway at home, she demanded to know what James thought, and truthfully, James and Paddy adore each other, and respect my ability to love more than one person.
I also had 'the talk' with James. That no, I don't want to get back together after LA. He took it really well actually. I've always been really honest with him about where I am and what I'm feeling.
Lol, I'm totally off rant again; yeah, so living with catholics, I can't really tell them I'm a bisexual, gay loving, gender studies loving, pagan belief-ed, naked model, poly relationship approving, smut writing... girl. Ok, after all the marriage talks, and me bing really understanding and smiling and nodding at her explanations of 'perfect love', she says that I seem like I don't 'know myself'. ...... It only seems that way because I have to keep most of my life a complete secret from her as she's too small minded to respect my opinions and beliefs, though she's so defensive of hers!
I'll marry and squeeze out offspring whenever I damn well please!
On a lighter note, I'm plotting to get stocking seam tattoos, just got to raise the funds and find a good LA tattooist. And my writing is going well.
I also plan to get - "A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh no, it's curved like a road through mountains." tattooed on me too. It's by Tennesse Williams, and it's my favorite quote. That's me, bendy. You can't generalise and lump things into black or white categories.
xkissesx
Haven't had a proper blog for a couple of weeks, so here we go. I've been sort of wandering as usual. I've met some cool people over the past couple of weeks. I made friends with identical twins that were identical to my guy friend Matt at home, British southern accent and the same hair and everything! These two are DJ's, and the nephews of the older bisexual guy who's been hitting on me (who also set me up with his much older sister without telling me!) These guys were really sweet, within 10 minutes of knowing them, I had both of them nestled in on each shoulder like overgrown cats or something.
I've had it up to my ears with my catholic flatmates. I've lived with irish catholics before, and they were so different. We used to run into nuns a lot in Grafton Street, and me and Fid sometimes stopped to talk to them. Even these Irish nuns were looser than my flatmates.
I don't mind what religion ppl are, that's fine, but I'm so squashed into a box right now. My rent is cheap, and I'm in an ok place, bus and train wise, so it's worth just putting up with it for now. I got into a big discussion with my landlord about marriage and kids yesterday, we'd been watching this dodgy film about a guy who has to get married to inherit a huge fortune (Chris O'Donnell was in it), and ok, i made some noises at the corny parts, I admit it. Well, we'd had a talk about kids a few days before that, as my ex came online drunk, and said he wanted me to have at least three kids with him, and that was his 'dream'. I don't want to end up with someone who has no ambition, and won't fight with me. This ex changes his 'dreams' to match what he thinks *I* want, in order to entice me back.
I want to be able to chase my own career, but feel excited about my spouses career too. I don't want to be coddled or have someone fit themselves to match me!
Back to the original rant; so I'd told my landlord in passing about the three kids thing, and she told me my clock was ticking, and looked shocked that I wasn't pleased by the proposal? Then for this weeding talk, I said I didn't know if I wanted to get married really, and if I ever did, it'd have to be by Elvis in Vegas. It's a bit of paper, and my friend nicely put it that it's a nice way to not grow old alone. When I'm 60, ok, I'll probs want to be married.
And I continued that I'd not had much in the way of long term relationships before, because I had such a close circle of friends that I had all the emotional support I could ever need. I've never felt the 'need' to have a relationship. I have all the love I need, i have my independence, and if I want sex, well, I'll go out and pull!
(please note that the last part never got mentioned....I do have tact)
She started talking about marriage being the solution against all the 'selfish, greedy people in the world' , like it's an exercise to cure people of their habits? And that it was a divine and beautiful thing. She knows about my ex, and when I mentioned that I had a 'husband' anyway at home, she demanded to know what James thought, and truthfully, James and Paddy adore each other, and respect my ability to love more than one person.
I also had 'the talk' with James. That no, I don't want to get back together after LA. He took it really well actually. I've always been really honest with him about where I am and what I'm feeling.
Lol, I'm totally off rant again; yeah, so living with catholics, I can't really tell them I'm a bisexual, gay loving, gender studies loving, pagan belief-ed, naked model, poly relationship approving, smut writing... girl. Ok, after all the marriage talks, and me bing really understanding and smiling and nodding at her explanations of 'perfect love', she says that I seem like I don't 'know myself'. ...... It only seems that way because I have to keep most of my life a complete secret from her as she's too small minded to respect my opinions and beliefs, though she's so defensive of hers!
I'll marry and squeeze out offspring whenever I damn well please!
On a lighter note, I'm plotting to get stocking seam tattoos, just got to raise the funds and find a good LA tattooist. And my writing is going well.
I also plan to get - "A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh no, it's curved like a road through mountains." tattooed on me too. It's by Tennesse Williams, and it's my favorite quote. That's me, bendy. You can't generalise and lump things into black or white categories.
xkissesx