My dating series has come to a halt along with my dating. So many situationships, so little interest left in it for me. I’ve dated, I’ve had so much coffee, gone to more than enough breweries for a lesbian who doesn’t even like beer, and have met so many cats and dogs that are not mine and I will never be a second mother to. I’m tired of people. But, that doesn’t mean I am tired of sex.
There was the one night stand girl that I got a bloody nose with and was a screamer (is that a blog post itself or is that er*tica?) The couple that is amazing; we fit perfectly together. I will elaborate if they give consent – what can I say, I am a great top.
I still have the dating apps, which is confusing to some people, meaning they are confused, even when I put “looking for something casual” in my bio. It’s as though as gay women, we don’t see ourselves as our gay male sisters do, being open and free sexually. Maybe I am using Tinder and Her as my own personal Grindrs, but there is nothing wrong with that. I am happy “alone” and am happy in my life. Also, I am having amazing sex so that really does help with that happiness.
Ok, blog post on the one night stand disaster is forthcoming…
Fucking Feminism 