Here, There, and Back Again.
Hello blog! I haven’t written in quite sometime. I’ve been busy. My lecture on speciesism went well. I need to polish it some then I’ll post it on the blog. My business has been doing okay. Life has been good.
This Saturday I went to a matchmaking service. A gay matchmaking service, yep. It was okay. They don’t know if they’ll have anyone as a match for me. Specifically, because I am a “butch” that likes “butches.” We’re really rare, they said. I knew this. I don’t know what to do if the matchmaking service finds me too difficult to take on. Maybe hire a private detective? I have no idea. I don’t know who else to go to if the professional matchmakers don’t have a clue who to fix me up with. Having no dating pool and being too radical for “norms” and too “norm” for radicals is problematic. What is a vanilla monogamous straightedge vegan queer punk to do?
I’ve been struggling with something too. I have come realize I have no romantic interest in men. None. They are fine to be buddies with but I don’t want a male partner. It’s kind of hard too, because, I like to think race is as important as gender – meaning it doesn’t matter at all, but I have no romantic inclinations to male bodied persons. I thought it didn’t matter but no interest is there at all. I kind of realized this about a year ago when I was at art school and there was a pretty boy. I appreciated his beauty but it was more like admiring a nice sunset than anything erotic. I have been told that perhaps I am a mythical six on the Kinsley scale. I would like to think not but it seems to be the case. Which is odd, because I am for -equality- completely in everything but yet my sex preference is there. I guess I can’t help who I am.
I need to finish reading “Watership Down” and write a review about it. I also need to finish reading “The Dispossessed” by Ursula K. Le Guin. Getting back into the book “Contact” is also on my list of things to do. I have some things on my mind and I’ll start writing again later this week. Thanks for your patience.