Can I talk about sex on my blog? Is that something I can do? Or is that weird?
I only ask, because I need someone to tell my fantasies to…
I feel like I made some unspoken rule at some point that I wouldn’t talk about it on my blog. I know I did that with cussing and that gets pretty difficult to maintain sometimes on here.
The problem is that I made those rules when I made the blog. I was 19 and very religious.
But people grow up and change views until they are….sort of an adult. And sex happens.
Not so much for me right now, but it does come into play when you’re an adult.
Case and Point:
Yesterday I got a flash case of…flu, I guess? It could have been a migraine.
But I ended up with the most blinding head ache and the worst nausea ever.
Well, telling your friends and coworkers these symptoms ends with one very fun question:
Are you pregnant?!
What? No. My body is attacking me. Are you pregnant?
Get out of here with that pregnant shi…z.
You can’t see me cringe.
But it is pretty much impossible for me to be pregnant. Last time I checked you have to have sex recently to get pregnant.
Unless its Jesus. But I would be the worst Mother of Jesus ever.
So probably not.
Which brings me to the point of this post.
I am so killing it with men lately.
But not killing it as in I am doing great. Killing it as in I want to die…
Yeah, men and me aren’t mixing much lately and when I do end up talking to one, not even in a sexual way, it’s like watching a slow motion picture of the Titanic sinking.
It’s not even a good movie, it would take a long time even if it wasn’t in slow motion and the whole thing is just painful.
That is me and men.
It’s gotten so bad that yesterday I was working with one of my new coworkers. First time talking to him.
Out of nowhere he asks if I am a lesbian.
When I told him no, he told me
Just so you know, I support that and you can feel comfortable with me.
…Four letter word.
It’s so nice to have support in people’s assumption of your sexuality change.
Don’t know where he got that assumption from. There wasn’t any indication that I was giving that I am gay.
Pretty sure we weren’t even talking about it.
I told a woman I work with who is actually gay and she was as confused as me.
And this is a reoccurring problem. Recently I’ve been on dates that ended with the guy calling me “weird”.
And now, I’m just awkward now because of it.
I don’t know how to act.
My only assumption, and I will probably talk about this again, is that I moved to a new state where I don’t fit in.
And something about the mentality here and myself do not match up.
The point is, I’m not pregnant and sex is a natural part of everyone’s life.
Except me. When your weird you don’t get sex.
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