I’m not sure what it says about me but my first reaction was to start singing the Meat Loaf song “Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back”
Sadly Meat Loaf isn’t the best live performer anymore but this is a damn awesome song and it’s from my favourite of his albums as well.
I take it we’re talking mate as in sexual partner here.
Emotional stability is pretty important for me – someone who understands that I have depression and anxiety and what that means for me and our relationship.
Sexual compatibility I would think goes without saying. I’m kinky and my partner would need to be a Dominant, preferably experienced and we can fulfil each other’s needs.
Geekiness. If I’m spending my life with someone we need to have similar taste in movies and tv – I love being able to curl up on the couch with someone and watch a DVD with them.
I wouldn’t like to be in the slightest bit famous, not at all. I value my privacy and my peace and quiet. Yes, I may share my life online on my blog and social media but it’s the parts I choose to share and I’ve always gone by ‘don’t put anything online that I wouldn’t want my mum to read’.
When you see celebrities who are constantly hassled by the paparazzi and stalked by fans, who can’t even go out for a meal or to the shop for a pint of milk… no, thank you. The idea of people wanting to know – and knowing – my every move etc?
Hell it was weird enough when I was a BNF in a fandom about a decade ago and I’d get other fans coming up to me at gigs or events and going ‘OMG, are you [fandom name]. OMG I love your fanfic’. I can’t imagine what that would be like with pretty much everyone knowing who you are what you do and wanting your time etc.
Nah, give me my quiet life, thanks.
I had a lie-in this morning, no alarms and no plans and it was wonderful. I slept until I woke up naturally, then my first port of call was the bathroom, went to the toilet, brushed my teeth then headed downstairs to get a glass of water and put some music on to do some gentle wake up stretches before having a shower and making breakfast. Definitely my favourite way to start my day 🙂
Just before we switched off my mum’s life support, I promised her I would be ok.
I almost wasn’t. 5 months later I attempted suicide but, in hindsight, that hit of rock-bottom was exactly what I needed to move on and start healing. I got a new mental health team, a change of medication and some really good therapy. And now, 13 months on from there, I can say that I’m doing OK. I’m still living, I’m still enjoying my life and I’m healing from the loss, still grieving but it’s getting a little easier with every day
In my early-to-mid-20s I was trying desperately to be ‘normal’ aka straight. I’d know I was attracted to women since my mid-teens – holy crap was Scary Spice a sexual awakening! But that wasn’t ‘normal’ so I was in a long-term relationship with a guy, we had a mortgage and were talking about marriage. You know, normal shit. But I was desperately unhappy. I loved him, sure, but I wasn’t <i>in love</i> with him. I wasn’t attracted to him and having sex with him was… well… awful.
I ended up having an affair with my female best friend and realising that yeah, no I really don’t want to be with this guy, I want to be with a woman. I left him and moved back home to my mum.
I’ve had a few relationships since, a couple of sexual partners but for the most part, right now, at least, I’m single. I have been for about 4 years and I’m not looking for a relationship – but if and when the time comes that changes, I do know who and what I’m looking for
I’m in my living room which is at the front of the building. There’s a grass courtyard with a footpath leading through it out to the fence and the main road, a bin and a couple of bare-branched trees. Along the right-hand side there’s a line of evergreen trees and along the left-hand side is another block of flats and some bushes. There’s a guy out there walking his dog and lots of puddles since it’s raining.