Be My New Friend

I keep going to these things; holiday parties, housewarmings, yoga, birthdays.

I meet these wonderful women; supportive, kind, beautiful, open hearted. And I spend the rest of the evening gushing with these women about men and work and family, falling out of shoes, our feelings about eyeliner and our butts. And we exchange texts later about how much we want to be real life friends when this night is over.

It’s wonderful and always serves as a reminder that there is a big world of kindness out there.

Friendship doesn’t have to be built on hating the same things. It can be built on just simple listening. Time spent noticing the kindness in someone’s face when they’re really listening to you. And endeavoring to give them the same gift in return.

It feels really good.

I want more of this.

I want more relationships that are just about supporting and being supported. It feels so nice.

Is It Okay To Hit On Me

This video gives me so much hope.

A lot of people are worried about this (as they ANNOYINGLY call it) “#MeToo moment”.

Dr. Lindsey Doe gives me so much hope for the way we’ll be able to talk about sex and desire when young people are brought up in a consent culture. When we’ve done the hard work of rooting out harmful lessons we’ve spent our lives learning, breaking our bad habits and investing in rehabilitation.

Context and intent are so important. Sexuality is for adding to life, not distracting or derailing existing life.

Non-Verbal Communication

I feel like I live in this cartoon every damn day.

I spend so much of my time talking and thinking about communication with other people, usually male people.

I’m no expert of course. I think of myself as a life-long learner in the art of human communication.

But there are people who have never been pupils of it and that is a sobering realization for me every single time.

Nobody Ever Explains This To Guys

“Nobody ever explains this to guys!”

Half of emotional intelligence is learned behavior. Raise boys and girls the same and you’ll have a whole generation of people who can communicate more honestly.

Communicating Is Fun

 

One of the things about communicating with your partner is that the conversation is never over. Even when you kick something down the road it comes back around in time, even if it’s just about it percolating in your own head.

When you’re not afraid to bring up what you want then wheels get put into motion.

Or you hear something you’ve always wanted to hear, or something you didn’t realize you always wanted to hear, or something you never want to hear again.

You may hear that your partner has interest in exploring the same things as you and feel even closer to them.

You may hear that they have interests that will never click with you, that are red flags and that help you get out faster.

You may hear that their erotic imagination doesn’t exist, which could be a turn on or turn off depending on who you are.

You may hear that they’ve never been tested, so you can keep yourself safe.

You may hear that they were recently tested but would love to do whatever will make you feel comfortable.

They may use sexy phrases like “I’m fully in support of however you’d like to manifest this inclination. And on whatever timeline.”

Completely un-ironically.

Talking is… well, it’s just the best.

Work On It

I broke up with a guy.

Ha, I mean, break up is a strong phrase. We had three dates and some heavy petting. Then some water and a really great conversation about our pasts.

But he’s not the guy for me. I knew it quickly.

The conversation we had just before I booted him was pretty great. We talked through his exes, what they taught him, just stuff.

He took it gracefully. I told him we needed to end the romantic part of our relationship because it wasn’t leading anywhere and then we both giggled and agreed about how much we wanted to stay friends.

We got lunch and texted a bunch in the week that followed. It seems to be going well.

Wanna come over and eat brownies and watch Lemonade?

Uh, yes. Duh.

And then we were back on my couch, he occasionally mumbled comments through the “visual album” which I consistently hushed. No talking allowed.

Then, as I was preparing to kick him out and brush my teeth he snuck in

Thanks for our conversation last week. I’ve never talked like that with anyone before, gotten to examine those things. It was really cool.

You don’t have friends you talk things through with?

Some of my female friends but yeah, none of my guy friends. I talk through their stuff sometimes but for some reason never my own. I’m even nervous right now, having this conversation.

Well in that situation we must continue it!

Guys. What are you doing? Be better friends to each other! It’s depressing and boring when me breaking up with you is the most relevant and vulnerable conversation you’ve ever had. I want to live in a better world than that. I want to live in a more supportive world than that. I want to live in a world where men can have intimate conversations with me without shaking. Where maybe they’ve asked themselves these questions before.

Mae And Me And Our Moms Should Hang

The first time I had sex I called my mom too. Not with such speed though.

When I was younger my mom really loved to watch Gilmore Girls together and fantasize that we could be as open with each other as Rory and Lorelai.

All I ask is that when you do you have sex, you tell me.

With that look that says I’m going to be really disappointed if you don’t.

So when I did it I promised myself that the next time I spoke to her I would tell her.

So I didn’t call her for a while. “A while” for us means about a week. And then when I had to ask her something about flight information or whatever I called her and I made myself make it the first thing I said.

And she was cool enough about it I guess. She asked how it went. My review was not a rave, she was bummed on my behalf. She asked if she could tell my dad, which was sort of a respectful surprise in retrospect.

But it did teach me that she wouldn’t freak out. That if there was something I needed to come to her about then I could.

There have always been a lot of adults I could come to with problems. I’m really grateful for that. And in return I’ve resolved to be one of those people for others, whenever it’s necessary.

How well we do at listening is a daily question but trying is better than not trying.

PS, you should go watch that interview, it’s great.