Heartbreak Nymphomania
4Mar/1010

Sloth

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This is going to be my first personal post in a long while, and it's not about sex or relationships at all, really. This blog seems more and more like it's going to turn into mostly a toy review blog, at least for now... I haven't really felt like writing erotica or about my and J's sex life. Maybe it's because I have someone consistent to share those sectors of myself with, now?

Anyway, I would have just written this in my private journal, but I kind of want to see if anyone who reads this might have something helpful to tell me. I apologize if it's a little long or incoherent.

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I've been feeling a certain way for about a year or so now, but it's become more pointed recently: I call this feeling deep apathy. Throughout my college career, I've never been a particularly diligent student. However, for the past month or so, I've done hardly any of my readings. I've missed most of class. The last couple of days, I slept 12 hours each night, and didn't get up until about 3pm. I wasn't even tired, I just didn't want to get up. I've often felt like dreams were preferable to a typical, mundane day, but I feel that even more now. This morning, I had a dream about me and my family getting on a plane or a boat or some kind of traveling contraption, and going on a long trip. I dream about my family a lot these days.

Today, I know that I was sleeping because I was specifically avoiding the day. I had to turn in a few pages of fiction to a professor for my independent writing project, and while I had planned to write a page a day until the deadline, I didn't end up doing that so ended up with no pages the night before I had to meet with him. Typically, I would have stayed up until I had gotten something written, but I couldn't bring myself to do even that this time. Academically, I am going through the motions - doing enough to get by, to not get in trouble, but I feel like I've mentally checked out. I think I checked out a long time ago.

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9Feb/104

Things I should have said

... and wanted to say, but didn't. Also some of this is paraphrased, clearly, because I don't remember everything word for word.

Example #1.

Guy friends 1 + 2: *discussing a hot girl they want to have sex with, but think is really dumb*
Me:
How can you have sex with someone you don't like? Or someone you find boring or dumb? I just can't, personally.
Guy friend 1: What, it's not like I'm going to be having a conversation with her while we're having sex. *imitating thrusting motions, mockingly:* Oh, hey, so what are your philosophical views?
Guy friend 2: Know what would be awesome? A girl who was so bendy she could fit into a box. Then I could have sex with her and it would be, like, vagina in a box.

What I said: [Nothing.]

What I wanted to say: Jesus, why not just get a Fleshlight? The people you have sex with are still people, not things for you to stick your cock in.

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Example #2.

Me + F + Group of acquaintances: *we'd been playing "Never have I ever" and eventually it comes out that I'd slept with a trans person. Thanks, F, for putting that one out there...*

Guy: *and this is someone I'd just met, asking me this in front of a bunch of people I'd also just met* Wait, so you mean he didn't have a penis? How does that work?

What I said: Um, well a penis doesn't have to be involvedĀ for two people to have sex. [Something vague about him looking and acting like a guy but his anatomy not matching up]

What I should have said: That's none of your business. How would you feel if I asked you what your girlfriend's vagina looks like, or asked you how you have sex with her in front of all these people?

I didn't realize the mistake of my response until afterwards, when something about the interaction struck me as oddly wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on why. It wasn't until I read this post about invasive questions that I understood. At the time, I justified what happened by thinking that I knew my trans partners were pretty open about themselves and their experiences, and that it would be better for me to answer and have those people know what was up, instead of walking around being ignorant. I also didn't want to look like I was too ashamed or afraid to answer, when I'm not ashamed at all of people knowing that I am queer and I have slept with trans people. People have shamed me for sleeping with transfolk before, and I think them doing that is idiotic. In any case, none of those reasons excuses the fact that a perfect stranger was asking about private information, and I didn't recognize that as offensive, and answered. Even if my partners are open with their information, I can't make the decision, on their behalf, to give that information to someone they don't even know. Even though I am not trans myself, I want very much to support those who are, and help instead of hurt :/ I'll just have to make sure not to make the same slip-up in future.

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In short: I really should speak up more often than I do. I like to think that I am, and that I'm changing for the better.

31Jan/100

A Journey

We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'."

- Shall We Dance (seriously the only part of the movie that was worth watching)

The point where a relationship transitions into being a serious one is when you ask your significant other, and yourself, if you want to share each others' lives. Like, "hey, do you want to experience my journey with me? Do you want me to experience your journey with you?" You take two wandering paths out of millions and millions in the world and have them become one and the same.

It's been a while since I've shared my life with anyone. I began to think I had lost the capacity to, but I know that that's not true. I guess the question now is: will it work for us to have our paths converge?

16Jan/103

At a Crossroads

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I haven't been blogging for a while. I've been suffering a writer's block of sorts which has been trigged by many things: coming out to some of my friends as a sex blogger, finding and getting together with J, and wanting to broaden the scope of my writing. For the last month or so I've been trying to figure out where my blogging is going and what I want to get out of it, and I think I finally have the answer.

I first started this blog because I wanted to write about sex, but it turned into much more than that. When this blog first began, I had a lot of upheaval and confusion in my life. I had begun to explore my budding sexuality in a serious way, and was figuring out what sex meant to me. A number of my lovers had left my college, or were in the process of leaving, and I was dealing with my emotions surrounding that. In many ways, Heartbreak Nymphomania was the frustrated ventings of a lonely heart, who was searching for intimacy and a relationship but was unable to find it.

But a lot of that has changed. After I became comfortable with my single life and, after that, got into a stable and happy relationship with J, I had a lot less need to work through my relationship issues & feelings here, which was initially what this blog was all about.

Now, I want to write about more topics, and in a more intellectual, involved way. Many of which I already address to some extent here, but with some other additions: gender, sexuality, queer issues, body image, BDSM, feminism, race, pop culture, art & literature, college & education, fashion and media. I also want to be "out" as a writer, blogger, and someone with a strong interest in issues surrounding sexuality. Not like I am here, with only a handful of friends knowing about me.

I am at a crossroads. At first I was loath to pull away from my Wilhelmina Wang identity - god knows I've grown into it very much since I first started writing and interacting with people online as Wilhelmina, and doing so has been very good for me and has made me very happy. I've also established myself quite nicely under this name - more than I ever expected to, really. But I'm ready to move on, and instead of fearing the change (because change is always scary for me, even positive change) and trying to avoid it, I'm going to embrace it.

I'm not going to leave this blog behind - it still serves as a safe place for me to talk about my personal & love life when I need to work through things, and I've always sort of envisioned using my Wilhelmina Wang name to write & maybe even publish works of erotica. However, if I'm going to make this blog a smaller part of my life and devote my time to writing about other things, I'm not going to write here as much.

I plan to start a new blog, where I'll devote a lot more time and aim to produce high-quality content. The style of my posts will probably be more article or essay-like, citing from other blog posts, articles and maybe books. I will also be writing under my real name (!), so the eyes of my school, potential employers, acquaintances, and whoever else cares, will be on me. In spite of that, I hope to continue to be as unerringly honest with my opinions and observations as I am here.

I don't plan to merge my two identities. I really can't afford to, and the style of the content will be so different that it really doesn't make sense to.

The good news is that I want to take you, my readers, along for the ride. I can't make a public announcement about my new blog, because I don't want everyone knowing the connection between the two, but if you email me, DM me, leave a comment, or otherwise contact me, expressing your interest, I'll send you an email with the new blog URL once I get it up and running.

I am unspeakably excited about this :)

7Jan/101

Fitness

First off, I'd like to say that this isn't a fat-negative post. I'm not a thin girl; I'm naturally on the curvier/chubbier side, and I love my curves. Fat is hot, and healthy, and fit, and I'm looking forward to the day when people can use the term "fat" and have it interpreted as a compliment, not an insult. (With the Filipino side of my family, it actually is a compliment. Calling someone "fat" is often teasingly accompanied by "sexy." Although Filipinos have their own beauty-standard stupidities, but that's probably a topic for a later post.)

Over the past few months, I've somehow managed to gain 6.5kg (about 14.3lbs. Hmm, looks like the freshman 15 hit me 3 years late). I've spent most of my life being in between 50 and 55kg - usually 50kg - so I'm on the heavier side right now. My belly is a lot bigger, and my inner thighs are flabbier. Unfortunately for me, my weight gain is a direct result of living an unhealthier lifestyle, and not taking as much care of my body as I should. For the past year, I have:

- been eating less healthily. I usually have a burger once or twice a term, as a guilty pleasure of sorts, but I've really let go and have been eating lots of junk food. Burgers, spicy wings, fries, etc. I've been eating more than I need to, as well. This is all due to bigger portions, unhealthy food being readily available, healthy and tasty food being more difficult to find, etc, but I could have a lot more willpower, and try harder to eat well. I've always liked rich food and desserts a lot more than I should, too.

- not had an exercise routine. Ever since I've come to college, I go to the gym now and again, but not regularly, and it shows. When I was using the Wii Fit at Mina & Sylvanus' place, it concluded that I had the fitness/physique of a 35 year old. (I'm 22!)

- picked up quite the alcohol habit. I always drink at parties, and used to drink maybe once or twice a week, but over the year I started playing pong more often, and last summer I got into the habit of having at least one drink a night. Not enough to get sloshed, just pleasantly tipsy. Still, I think I polished off two bottles of Patron in two months :/ (Ahh, that was good stuff.) It got to the point where I was drinking even when I didn't really want to, but just because I was used to doing it. I never really thought about alcohol as calories until now; I always thought of drinks as magically outside of the "food & beverage" category. And my drinking is a problem not just because it's bad for my body. I drink when I'm nervous. I drink to try and be more social and uninhibited. I believe J put it best - I was hanging out at his frat with him and his friends, and I started getting really socially anxious, so I disappeared and hid for a bit to try and calm down. J found me and made me feel better, and remarked, "alcohol isn't going to fix this." Just like that; very simple. But he's right - the booze might help a little, but it's not a permanent solution. To be honest, I don't think I drink more than most people at my college. I probably drink less, in fact. Nevertheless, people I know have frequently nagged me about drinking too much - and nagging is probably the worst way to get me to do anything. Now I've decided for myself that I want to drink less, though, I'm going to go ahead and do it.

There are plenty of reasons why I want to get in better shape... so I can fit into my cute skirts and tight tops again (seriously, I can't wear some of my clothes anymore, it's so depressing), so I can have more stamina during sex (I might be sexually versatile, but I can be really lazy too) and just to feel good (eating well and going to the gym are annoying habits to start, but once I start doing them I feel a lot more energized and better mentally).

I've come up with some things I can do to improve my habits:

- keep a food log. Not calories, just stuff I eat. I've been doing this for a few days and so far it's very useful in keeping track of how much vegetables, fruits, desserts, etc I eat, and it's easier for me to notice whether or not I'm eating too much of the same thing.

- no food after a certain point in the day. As in, no food right before bed or late at night when my day is winding down. Haven't stuck to this because my sleep is still sort of erratic.

- give away the booze I don't want. I'm going to donate unwanted booze to J's housewarming party tomorrow. There's no point keeping the stuff around if I don't actually like it, plus this way I'm less tempted to just drink randomly.

- limit drinking to twice a week. Zeta Mu meetings and the weekends. And no drinking by myself. Going to try and limit the number of drinks I have a night, too. I'm usually tipsy on 2 drinks and really drunk at 6, so I guess I'll set 2-3 as a maximum.

- cut out certain foods/drinks. No burgers, fast food, or soda. Limit the amount of dessert I eat. I've switched from soda to tea, and so far that's worked out really well.

- go to the gym 3x a week. Me and M have agreed to go to the gym twice a week at a set time, which is great because I hate going to the gym by myself. I also signed up for an Anusara yoga class.

- have a health buddy. Maybe my mom, since we've both been complaining about unhealthy habits and how we want to change them. She's cutting down on her drinking and quit smoking a month ago now; I'm proud of her for being able to do that. Just having someone to talk to and being able to motivate and encourage each other always helps.

If you have any more suggestions for me, I'd love to hear them :)

6Dec/093

Disclaiming & Snowballing

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...no, not that sort of snowballing, you pervs.

So, since I began the coming-out process as a sexblogger, I've told most of the friends that I've written about; or they have found out somehow. So far, I've been happy to find that nobody has any hard/hurt feelings about my writing about them, or look down on me for doing this. My outing myself has actually encouraged a number of dialogues between me and the friends I write about here, as well as a few interesting conversations with people I haven't mentioned.

However, one person, upon reading this blog, decided that one of her friends, who I'd written about, should never read it because it would hurt his ego too much.

He did, in fact, end up reading it. And I talked to him about my writing negative things about him. He took it all very well, fortunately. In any case, I feel like I should repeat some of the things I told him here, since it's something I'd like my readers / other bloggers to think about...

In a sense, I'm being very unfair to everyone I mention here. I'm writing things about them and presenting them in a certain way without giving them the chance to "defend" themselves or give their side of the story. It's actually pretty similar to blabbing about someone to other people behind their back. Of course, now that they know about this blog, they could present their perspectives if they so wished, but that was not always possible.

Maybe I'm stating the obvious, but people who read this blog need to understand that I'm pretty much the epitome of "unreliable narrator." I'm recounting all these events from a very specific point of view: mine, and I'm a pretty self-absorbed, neurotic, emotional person (if you haven't noticed that already) at that. I also wrote many of these posts at a time where I was stressed and filled with emotions and in dire need to work through them, so I probably presented a very skewed picture of what happened. Many of the things I said were true in the moment but then evaporated hours, days or maybe even months later. And with certain people, I wrote more negative than positive things about them... while I want to record the happy moments so that I can better remember them, the negative or troubling happenings tend to be the ones I need to process, and therefore need to write about more urgently.

You'd be wrong in assuming that everything I wrote about here, I later talked through with the people in question. That has happened at times... but many times my writing here was the total extent of my dealing with the problem. Yeah, I know it's better to actually talk things through with people instead of sitting around and ruminating. Expressing myself verbally, and confrontation of any kind - they're not my strong points, and I need to work on that.

...Anyway, just something to think about.

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I was talking with one of my Zeta Mu friends the other day. She and her girlfriend have been going out for a month now, and at one point were keeping the relationship a secret. And then they started telling people. She said something that struck a chord with me - that you tell people a piece of news, and it gets to a certain point that you don't have control over who is told anymore. People tell more people and it just... snowballs.

That's exactly how I feel about me telling people about my blog... it began with me telling people and knowing who I told. (I know I said all this stuff about not hiding anymore, but the truth of the matter was that I was basically out to my close friends and to certain people at Zeta Mu. And Zeta Mus are so accepting and sexually liberal that that was hardly even a step.)

Then people started finding out without me telling them. Some of them (like K) said something to me, letting me know that they knew. But I know that it's easy enough to not say anything. And if I let myself think about enough - wonder, does this person know? What about that person - it would turn me into a paranoid, crazy mess.

Basically - you can only control who knows about you for so long, until things escalate...

Anyone who knows me well enough will eventually have a conversation about sex/relationships about me, and realize that I'm very open, liberal and experimental, and not afraid to say so. However, there are definitely people who I would prefer didn't know about my blog, simply because I know that it would change the way they treated me. A few asshat male acquaintances come to mind - guys who I know are attracted to me, and might see this blog as a sign that I am a "skank" and therefore would agree to sleeping with them (no). Or might harass me, or something. (The guys I have in mind are the same guys who, for some reason, think because I've slept with a lot of people and like sex, that I will automatically sleep with them. Even though I've told them I'm not interested multiple times. Again - no. Jeez.)

Besides that, there are certain people who don't see me in a negative light, but I'm afraid that my openness about my sex life here and on Twitter makes them uncomfortable. I mean, I'm not making them read this, but because it's just here and they know it's here...

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I haven't blogged much over the past week or so. It's not a coincidence. I mean, part of it is due to finals (which I should be working on right now...) but some of it is just self-consciousness. I'm thinking about doing HNTs less, and only writing very little about my sex life with J. That isn't only because of self-consciousness. Lately I've had little reason or inclination to do HNTs, and I also prefer keeping the majority of my sex with J private just because, well... it's nice to keep some things a secret.

It's just as well. Lately I've been wanting to write more "intellectual" posts about feminism/gender/other stuff. Maybe less smut will mean less readers, but eh. (Notice I said less. I'll be continuing to write erotica, and chronicle my experiences with Sir and the Optimist, but adding different material means less frequent erotica posts.)

To conclude, for now, though - I'm happy with how things are turning out. I'm not constantly watching myself, worrying that my friends will find out, because they already know. And that's a big relief.

16Nov/096

Baby steps…

I've made a decision, of sorts.

I want to be less secretive about this blog. Take a few steps towards "outing" myself.

I don't exactly want to announce to all and sundry that I write it. Or connect it to my real name. Or even post pictures with my face in them...

But I do want to stop hiding.

A few of my close friends, some of which are mentioned here, already knew I was doing this from the very beginning, but this past week I've told the other people I write about, too. Mostly to see whether or not they had a problem with me writing about them, even though I was using code names and trying my best not to give out too much information about them.

So far, the people I've told have all reacted very positively, which is encouraging.

My biggest worry was telling J. I knew I'd have to tell him eventually. It wasn't so much his reaction to the sexual stuff that I was worried about (well, except for the HNTs...), but I was worried that he would think less of me after reading this. Almost everything about me is all laid out here, in this blog... all my flaws, insecurities, obsessions, and weirdnesses.

Right now, J is at home dealing with some family troubles. I had planned on telling him a little while after he came back, since that would probably be a better time, and this is the kind of thing that I wanted to tell him in person. But I ended up telling him sooner than I expected - last night, in fact, over IM. We started talking about skeletons-in-the-closet and I made a passing comment about probably having more than him, and obviously that piqued his curiosity. So I said, "well, I have this blog..."

"Yes," he said, "I've seen it, it's on your facebook profile."

"No, not that one." i.e. my vanilla blog that I barely use. "This one is different..."

"Oh, like [person's] blog?" [Person] being a mutual friend who also has a sexblog.

I said yes. He took it extremely well. Maybe I was being overly worried about the whole thing. He didn't seem shocked, surprised, disgusted, or anything. Maybe it helped that he already knew someone who was doing the same thing as me. Or maybe he was just hiding his feelings. I'm not sure. But anyway, I expressed that I was worried about him reading it and learning about all of my flaws, and he said something very surprising to me... he told me that I didn't have to show him the blog if I didn't want to.

It was a big relief. I had wanted to show him because I felt that this was something a significant other should know about me. But he said he was happy enough learning about me by talking and spending time with me.

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So, yeah. If any of my friends learn that I blog via word-of-mouth, or see me carrying a big package full of sex toys to review and ask me what it is, or anything, I'm going to be candid with them.

I'm not sure how all this is going to play out. It might blow up in my face. In that case, I can always unplug and start anew.

I might have to write a bit less about my personal life, but I wanted to move on to other things anyway - writing quality erotica and addressing more issues related to gender and sexuality that are less centered around me. I want to write about bigger things besides myself.

I feel that writing anonymously or secretively can only go so far... if I want my writing about sex or interest in gender & sexuality to be a bigger part of my life, I think that I can only do that by, to some extent, abandoning the safety blanket of anonymity. For a year, it's provided me with a secure refuge to explore sensitive topics, but I think that I'm confident enough now to be expressive in a more open way.

It's a scary step. And an exciting one. We'll see where it takes me.

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Also: I was having a twitter conversation about this, and Maymay ended up joining in since me and my friend were discussing him as somebody who was an "out" sexblogger. He eventually wrote a very interesting post about how to manage your internet persona. Not much of it is applicable to me, since I don't ever intend to connect my real name with this blog, but he definitely puts forward a lot of good points about why it might be beneficial to be out and have greater control over your online image.

11Nov/092

Wait, what? Really?

Apologies in advance to twitter friends and other friends who I've been talking about this incessantly to, already. You're probably fed up of hearing about it ^^; This will probably be the last I'll be saying about this for now.

via Sarai Woah Photography

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So... I have an announcement to make. Of sorts.

I am currently a taken woman.

Yep. That's right. The Heartbreak Nympho is off the market (!)

Nobody could be more surprised than me, I think. It's ironic because I had pretty much written off my senior year as a bust. I'd given up looking for anyone I could possibly date, I'd already exhausted the Zeta Mu pool, and I'm graduating this year anyway so I basically resigned myself to being single until graduation. It hasn't been to bad - I flirted online, hooked up now and again, but with no one new, made out with people on dance floors, got sexually frustrated and lonely now and again, got jealous when the Professional would hook up with other people (seriously, he is the very definition of "slut". His face should be under the word in the dictionary. Which is fine and all, but not when I'm one of the people fucking him, with me being as possessive as I am). Basically, I was comfortably accustomed to, and happy with, being a single woman.

Clearly, this is when life decides to throw a relationship right into my lap.

I first met J when I was a freshman, in passing, but I met him again this term at somebody's room party, since he was there with someone I knew. We said hi, we started talking, and pretty much instantly hit it off. A few days later he sent me this very cute, kind of awkward email asking if I wanted to get coffee. So we did. And then he asked if I wanted to get dinner. So we did. Throughout all of this, it's pretty obvious to me that he has a crush on me, but my feelings are still ambivalent, or rather I'm not expecting very much to come of it, so I just let things flow.

But I began warming up to him. It was pretty difficult not to :) And then we were in my room watching Old Boy one night (fucking awesome movie, btw. Not really date material, it was my choice though, oopsie, but it's still a great movie) and... things all went downhill from there :)

I know this sounds like a really, really typical story. Boy meets girl, they go out on a few dates, they solidify the relationship... but you have to believe me, it is such a relief, such a refreshing change, from what I've been experiencing up until now. People don't go on dates at my college. They don't. Me and my friends have bitched to no end about how people are perfectly fine with getting wasted and making out with each other in a frat basement, but if you even so much as attempt to ask someone you like to - gasp! - get dinner with you, suddenly it's super awkward. And, while I've enjoyed the lovers I've had over the past couple years, I really was looking for a "proper" relationship, and instead I experienced all manner of bizarre sexual set-ups. It just gets a bit tiring after a while.

So... basically, me and J are dating now. And I don't think I deserve him on so many levels. He's super intelligent. When we're hanging out and talking the hours whip by. He's one of the nicest, most gentle and considerate guys I've met, and he has been nothing but good to me. (I mean, he cooked for me, for goodness' sake! o.O)

Of course, there is a spanner in the works. (There always is.) Turns out that J is an extremely monogamous person. If you're at all familiar with my blog or tweets at all, it should be pretty obvious to you that I'm... well... not. Right now, my ideal relationship structure would be a deep, intense, committed relationship, but it would be open, with us being free to have casual sex with other people, so long as we communicated everything to each other. I already know that's not going to happen here. I knew this would happen eventually - that I would get into a relationship with someone and I would have to try and reconcile the crazy, exciting sexual journey I've been on with the new relationship: discovering my kinky side, discovering that I'm pretty much polyamorous and could "do" a poly relationship, if I wasn't as insecure and possessive as I currently am. Besides the monogamy question, I have no idea what he thinks about BDSM. I also haven't told him about this blog yet.

How typical that a nice boy like J would end up with a raging pervert like me.

I'd be lying if I said I was super into being monogamous. Just because I'm dating J doesn't mean I don't desire other people. I still do. I'm not one to want to hook up with every random, hot person who crosses my path, but there are at least 1-2 people here who intrigue me and who I would love to sleep with if given the chance. (And it would probably pain me to get that chance now and know that I couldn't take it.) And I still think about trysting with my old lovers, like Girl, and the Optimist, who I might be visiting at some point. (Or not, if I wouldn't be able to control myself...) And giving up my sexual connections with them is a big deal for me.

On the other hand, though, with some of my other lovers, knowing that I can't sleep with them anymore actually lifts pressure off of my shoulders. It's kind of nice to just interact with the Professional and the Scientist, knowing that we're just friends and that I don't have to care whether they hook up with other people or not (as they obviously would. The Scientist is as big of a slut as the Professional is). It's nice socializing with people as friends without my using sex as some kind of social lubricant (ha ha) or way of bonding with them. (More on this later.)

Basically, I don't want to insist on sleeping around when I know it's going to make J upset, or if he isn't going to put up with it. Maybe in the future things will shift more to my liking, but I'm not holding my breath. And for now, I'm going to do things the way he wants to do them. Giving up sexual connections with other people for this, for something I've been wanting for such a long time now, seems like a small price to pay.

This is a big change in my life. But it's a change that I'm very happy with :)

25Oct/094

Stress

Remember AR? This new person I've been getting to know at Zeta Mu?

He has spent the last week or so ignoring me. Or, well, at least being very distant and dismissive towards me. He talks to me if I talk to him, but compared to the cordiality we had a couple weeks ago, long late night conversations, and him being warm and greeting me whenever he saw me, this is definitely a drastic change.

I've been obsessing over this for the whole week, trying to figure out what happened, if anything.

I know, I know. I'm probably just wasting my time. Or worrying over nothing. The Professional was being really distant with me at one point and it had nothing to do with me. I'm aware that people have lives and all...

... but still, I'm pretty convinced that this is something unique to me since he's acting pretty much normally around everyone else.

It could be any number of things. I don't know him well enough to guess.

Since it happened right after we hooked up, it could be because he "got what he wanted" from me and then decided I wasn't worth his attention anymore.

Or maybe he feels awkward about it; regrets it.

Or maybe he actually really likes me but is trying to "play it cool" because that's what everyone else does here.

Maybe he's trying to be an asshole because he thinks that will make me more into him (well, I suppose it's working)...

Also, his (now ex) gf recently graduated. Maybe he was just using me to get over her and then realized that it didn't work.

Actually, after we hooked up I started being unnecessarily affectionate/touchy with him - not inappropriately so, but definitely more than before, maybe he didn't like that I was being too clingy.

And, I sent him a random angry email when I got drunk one night. Even though I apologized for it after, and I didn't even say anything specific about him, I was just venting about other stuff, he probably got upset by it or thinks I'm a crazy bitch by now.

And, a few days after we had hooked up, I went ahead and hooked up with the Professional. I'm pretty sure he saw us flirting in Zeta Mu's basement. Maybe he was hurt by that? But I don't even know how serious he was being about me. I'm so used to people here hooking up casually that I don't expect anyone to take things seriously anymore. Plus, just because I hooked up with someone else doesn't mean I'm not into him. I just don't see why I have to stop hooking up with other people when I find someone new to sleep with. And it's not like we even had sex more than once! ...Or even had penetrative sex, for that matter! Or are committed to each other in any way...

Maybe I'm being too greedy?

I mean, clearly I do like him, otherwise I wouldn't be stressing over this so much.

Why do I always fuck things up?

...Maybe I should just talk to the guy.

22Oct/0918

HNT: Fishnets

Part of my outfit for Zeta Mu's show/party last night... the rest of the outfit was my white combat boots and a bowler hat ;)


Great way to kick off the big party weekend...

HHNT!

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