Okay, I’ll admit it… I had one too many glasses of wine tonight.

I was out at a friend’s “goodbye” party tonight – lots of lovely people there. Lots of hot guys. Nice to look – but no intention of touching or anything. Just looking for pleasant conversation.

The only man I sleep with has got grey fur and headbuts my face in the morning when he wants some cat food.

Seriously though, a lot of people ask me why I’m “so single”. And frankly, I feel like I have enough shit to deal with in my own life in terms of balancing my own mental and spiritual stability without the added pressure of dating. It’s just another awful way to feel really fucking vulnerable, insecure and otherwise inadequate.

I feel like in other areas of life and struggle like fuck to keep everything afloat.  Barely. I feel like the notion and feeling of being “normal” is a steep, uphill climb. I also feel like pursuing a romantic or physical relationship would represent a sharp veer from that climb.

I am a resident of Burnaby, British Columbia, Canada who has blogged here for 20 years. I like to share my thoughts and feelings on my own online space. From 1998 until 2017 I worked as a journalist and I hope to use this website as an archive for all of my stories.


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