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“Being single entitles you to not ask someone’s opinion before you do something to mess up your own room, your credit report or even your life.”
- Sayali Patil

“I’m single because I was born that way.”
-Mae West

“When you’re single, your pockets will jingle.”
- Anonymous

I have a confession to make. I’ve been single for almost 11 months.  Not only have I been single for 11 months, my romantic rendevous are unabashed solo acts. Contrary to the popular notion of how a young, fabulous and sexually fluid college student should behave (thank you, Aileen Chaiken!), you probably won’t find me in the toilets at Connections demonstrating ample finger dexterity. I’m highly unlikely to let my hands do the talking just because a tattooed dream in lady loving heaven has force fed me daquiries all night. Being single is a choice I’ve made, and I’m kind of reluctant to loosen my clutches on my claim to the life of a swinging bachelorette. Why?

I’m picky. I don’t have a list per se, but I’ve made a note of whom I wouldn’t want to waste a minute of my time directing to a tampon dispenser. Whereas most members of the lonely hearts club compile a grocery list of sorts of their ideal lover, I compile a DO NOT WANT list (mentally, I don’t physically sit around with my feather quill stuffed up my nose hoping to pick my brain for compatible characteristics that my future wife/husband should have). What does your list look like? Do you compile one at all?

I’m judgmental. I believe that a person’s taste says a lot about their personality. If you can’t respect my heaving library or share a similar admiration for the joys of FASHUN, I can no longer remain objective. They say opposites attract, and perhaps they do. I believe that when two totally different personality types collide in this universe, novelty usually overpowers foresight and common sense. Generally, the honeymoon period is spent observing the other species with a wild fascination and awe. Shortly after, the urge to convert follows, as partners try to fit their square pegs in round holes. Eventually, they realise that they’ll never be able to agree on a playlist for their car, or their taste in furniture is too dissimilar and they throw their hands up in the air and wish for the past two years of their life back whilst purging stray Sugar Ray albums from their iTunes. Do opposites really attract?

I get bored easily. If a person’s personality resembles a rubix cube of puzzles to solve and tricks to remember, most people will probably tire, stretch their fingers and do their best banshee impersonation. If you have to work to solve a jigsaw puzzle of a person, you better be getting paid, working girl. Hard to get? Or hard to tolerate?

Perhaps I’m being a little too close-minded when it comes to entering the shark pool, but time is like the purest of gold. I don’t like wasting it, and especially not with people I deem unworthy of my attention. It’s the last tub of your favourite ice cream out the back at Coles. You want to savour it, swirl it around your mouth before making your tummy sing a happy tune. Why waste your time? In my honest opinion, being single blows coupledom out of the water with a tsunami of benefits.

  • You always get to choose where you go on a date. Imagine a night free of quarreling, 100% enjoyment and synchronicity. I like taking myself on solo dates to the art gallery. I get to choose where I take me, myself and I, and there is no one else’s interests to consider. Simply 100% pure indulgement. It also makes the date a whole lot cheaper! Added bonus: no one thinks you’re a scrooge for bringing a lunch from home.
  • You can fart in bed and no one will care.
  • There won’t be anyone to criticise your garlic breathe. Eat the dang pizza woman!
  • Appearances are negligible. Presentation of the (best) self is 99% of the time based upon performances. In an ideal world, people would be able to see past your acne, your regrowth and jolly love handles. Unfortunately, personality is seen to be an inherent part of a person’s outward projection. Who would YOU rather associate with? A perfectly groomed fashionista? Or an unkempt and slightly overweight person? It’s called the Halo Effect, which basically means that people who are perceived to be attractive have a definite advantage over common folk when it comes to getting through life successfully. Fortunately, when I spend time alone, I have no one else to judge me. I know that sometimes I’m winning at life, and I don’t need to look a million dollars to convince the girl in the mirror.
  • Having a shit-tastic day? That’s okay! So is your other half (i.e: you!). Take some time to chill out with your misery. Hold it’s hand, let it know it’s okay to feel like your soul’s been chucked in a blender on pulse.

Do yourself a favour. Say nay to serial monogomy. Be your own number one fan.

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Hello amazing humans! How’s your Sunday fun-day going? GAMFP has a few tumble weeds drifting across it’s pages lately. This week though, I’m not going to apologise. Occasionally, a girl’s got to dedicate her strength and energy elsewhere. This week, family has been my priority. So whilst I haven’t been writing, here’s some links for your leisurely reading. That’ll learn ya!

Ex-porn star Sasha Grey read to some kids in primary school, media shit storm ensues. Here she is on the view talking about the stigma of forever being a porn actress, her choices for working in the industry, and making the porn industry more progressive. (Lipstick Feminists)

Femme visibility is basically a huge problem for queer girls with non-stereotypical gay attire. Sick of being asked if you’re really queer? Here’s what to do if your gayness barometer is a little off kelter. No head shaving required! Unless you want to, of course. (Autostraddle)

You definitely don’t need to concede your femmeness to be read as queer or feel less invisible. The most important thing is that you never feel like you’re dressing for someone else and that you love your personal style and HAVE FUN with it. You should never wear something that makes you feel false. You do you. No, seriously.

Those Autostraddle girls be the wisest in all the land. Here’s a handy guide to getting funky for the helpless. (Autostraddle)

The trailer for Brave is finally out. I might be wrong here, but does it look like this powerball of red, frizzy ferociousness has no love interest? Heavens! Don’t make me clutch my pearls! Super excited about this movie, and not just because I love Scottish accents.

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Do we really need to explain our sexuality with pop music lyrics? (Social Justice League)

I think the most serious problem with this argument is that it reinforces the idea that we need an excuse to be queer. As a result, using this line subtly supports the idea that being queer requires excusing in some way. Don’t use it. Don’t allow straight people to generate an understanding of queer sexuality that sounds like: “Well, of course Bob wouldn’t wish to be queer, but he was born this way. I guess we better give him equal rights – poor Bob, he just can’t help it. We shouldn’t punish him for something he didn’t choose!”

Lady G: friend or foe?

Natasia’s good advice for the happening sappho is infiltrating the web. Here’s a guest post she did for Enigma on what to do if you can’t stop drunk texting that girl. (Enigma)

Australian Prime Minister Julia Gillard has chosen not to make gay marriage legal. I used to like Julia. Truly, I would resent jibes at her ginger locks and tell naysayers to give the woman a bloody chance. But let’s be honest, the majority of citizens vote for a politician’s likeability, not their policies. And Julia has red hair. Like an orangutang. Ick. Gross. How dare she lead our country! If ever there were a woman to lead our country, I would rather she agnostic, just as Julia Gillard is. Social progressiveness is a must, so the fact that she was child-less (heavens to Betsy!) and unmarried, led me to believe that out of any politicians, Julia Gillard would be embracing the rainbow and backing marriage equality. Apparently not so. The journalist has an interesting take on the matter – is Julia against marriage…full stop? (ABC.net.au)

There’s a documentary about lesbians in my old home-town! Does anyone personally know these ladies? (Newtowngirls.com)

Girls with higher IQs are more likely to do drugs. True or false? Read this article to find out. (Autostraddle)

Hey girl, hey! Scarlet writes about unwanted male attention. Can a girl just walk outside and breathe and buy batteries in peace? Pretty please? (Early Bird Gets the Worm)

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Happy Sunday! Do you feel like reading? I literally spent most of Saturday night on the couch watching Coraline (creep-tastic and slightly Tim Burton-esque claymation awesomeness) and reading through articles, personal essays, poetry and news items. I was in fact meant to attend the Beautfort Street Festival, but I ended up curled up on the couch cursing Perth’s lack of public transport. I think my flat mate believes I spent most of this time on Facebook. So if it’s sunny, indulge in these links in short bursts, but if the weather isn’t gayer than Christmas like it is in Perth, maybe dive straight in (and leave your thoughts! I love other peoples’ thoughts! Gimme!).

Facebook gets a clue and removes all those rape joke pages. Snaps! (ZDnet)

Laurenne from Stratejoy went to a spiritual psychology school and got a huge serving of some super potent joy juice. Zing! This involved going to a silent retreat and working mono e mono with a Buddhist monk. If that’s a little too wackadoo for you maybe just read her post about self-love. Pretty poignant stuff. (Stratejoy)

Society doesn’t like people who love themselves. If you post a picture of yourself in a bikini on Facebook, it’s narcissistic. If you tell people how great you’re doing, you’re bragging. Imagine telling a guy on a first date, “I’m so beautiful inside and out.” I doubt it would go well.

Isn’t that crazy? Self love is looked down upon! WHAT?! No wonder it took me so long to find it. One of the most important parts of life is not accepted in our society!

Natasia asks if lesbos be crazy bitches, discovers that most women are cray-cray. (Hot Femme Writing in the City)

You don't have to be like this, you have options girlfriend.

The New York Magazine celebrates the exciting, ground breaking and completely righteous (POW!) history of Ms. Magazine with a published conversation amongst the magazine’s founders, including Gloria Steinem. Let’s do the feminist time warp! (New York Magazine)

Steinem: Advertisers like Whirlpool sent us issues of Ms. with every sexual word underlined in a yellow marker, to show why they wouldn’t advertise.

Carbine: When Ms. published our groundbreaking article on female-genital mutilation, the ad director of Working Woman magazine sent a directive to her advertising staff telling them to use it against us.

Steinem: They sold against us by saying we were the magazine of hairy arm-pitted, black, lesbian farmworkers.

Stan Pottinger(Steinem’s then-boyfriend, former assistant attorney general for presidents Nixon and Ford): Gloria and I were both in Los Angeles, and Gloria asked me to drop by a restaurant to join her and Pat while they pitched someone from the California Avocado Growers’ Association. Gloria gave me a tip before I showed up, saying that the avocado association was a tough sell because they thought Ms. was “lesbian” and sexually explicit. Gloria thought that if her real-life boyfriend showed up, it might take the edge off the homophobia thing.

The conversation got ugly pretty fast. The more Mr. Avocado drank, the more out of control he got. “Why the hell would I want to put an ad in a magazine for lesbians?” he said. “This magazine is garbage. You’re going to tell men to put avocados on their penises.” No kidding. I’ve been in some pretty bad meetings, but this one was about as bad as it gets. It was impressive that Gloria stayed in the ring for as long as she did. I don’t know many people who would have. But a few months later she said, “Guess what? The California avocado association bought an ad.”

PhDork doesn’t quite break out a melancholic orchestra for the short-lived marriage of Kim Kardashian, but she does pinpoint the double standards when it comes to feeding the trolls. It takes two to tango in a world of supply and demand, no? (The Pursuit of Harpyness)

Not only am I hearing this from men and women, but  from lefties and righties, too.  Righties because KK is a sign of what horrors women, unrestrained by men, are capable of wreaking.  And lefties are bashing her because the fiasco of grotesque display that was her made-for-media wedding provides a convenient pretext to attack anti-marriage-equality types.    But they’re not really attacking anti-marriage-equality types, they’re attacking her.  They’re saying “this idiot slagbag can get married, why not these other nice people?”

Scarlett Harris says nay to social conditioning and revisits stereotypical gendered behaviour, because she has a vagina thus over-analyses everything, duh. (Early Bird Catches the Worm)

When I saw this image I kind of let out this noise which I can only describe as wailing banshee meets constipated owl. Ironically, this same image was found on a photo blog which features primarily photoshopped images of ~thinspiration~.

Who needs enemies when you’ve got yourself a fag hag? Or, who needs Chanel when you’ve got yourself a sparkly gay man friend? Oh the novelty, the street cred, the insult, of having a friendship based upon your sexuality as utility. (Chiktionary)

One of my new favourite blogs talks about the misconception of beauty pageants as anti-feminist theatrics. I’ve met and interviewed beauty pageant queens myself who considered themselves quite politically, socially and environmentally aware. I’d really just like to know how marching around in a bikini can achieve social change. Anyone? (F Bomb)

Scotland embraces the rainbow and elects a gay woman as leader of a conservative political party. (Lesbilicious)

I really love confessional style prose (as per my previous post), so recently I’ve found myself reading the voyeuristic accounts of this blogger’s life as a ” queer NOLA waif”. Read if you’re in the mood for something risque. (Being Gay Means Being Brave)

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