#pixiree

[anexperimentallife]

Remember when I had that rule that I wasn't going to date anyone under thirty? Then Maria started flirting with me, and from that point on, I don't really feel I had much choice in the matter. Which is a good thing.

[anexperimentallife]

Sexy pillow talk, pt. 1

maria (as we lay in bed): "The trains are really loud tonight. Why is that?"

me: "They're the same as always. Your ears are just tired, so the sound feels heavier."

maria: "Oh, okay. That makes--" ::beat:: "Wait... what?"

me: ::grins::

maria (laughing): "You're an asshole; you know that?"

me: "But you love me."

maria: "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now make me a hot chocolate and I'll think about forgiving you."

[anexperimentallife]

I have this bad habit of name-calling, and my girlfriend Maria (aka teenymage) is helping me change that by calling me out when she catches me doing it. Which is good, because as I said, it's a bad habit.

But the one thing I get a free pass on is when I refer to an MRA (or "meninist") as an "idiotic whiny little pissbaby," and I think it's because that's not so much name-calling as it is an accurate description.

[anexperimentallife]

I think it says something about my life when my girlfriend comes home from work, looks at me confused, and says, "Why are you fully dressed? Did something happen? Are you okay?"

[anexperimentallife]

She is such a good influence on me

Me before dating Maria and before Tumblr: "Yeah, sure I believe in equality for women. So, um... Yeah, I guess I'm a feminist. Kinda. I mean, I'm not really sure what that means, but I've been told this one story I sold is a feminist story, so I guess I must be."

Me AFTER a couple of years of Tumblr and of Maria's influence: "DESTROY THE PATRIARCHY AND THE WHITE SUPREMACIST STATE! BURN THEM DOWN* AND DANCE IN THE ASHES!"

(*Note that I do not advocate actual, literal burning. Arson is bad. Also, it is hard to set fire to an ideology.)

[anexperimentallife]

Maria and I are chowing down on this marvellous Greek lemony chicken and rice soup that her mom came over and made for us. And you're not. It's okay that you're envious; it is to be expected. And I am sorry, friend, but we are not sharing.

[anexperimentallife]

So angry about so many things, but then Maria started dancing around the kitchen singing about coffee-induced pooping, and I lost the ability to even.

[anexperimentallife]

Pretty sure my friend meant to type, "Glad you're doing well and have each other" on Maria's (teenymage) and my anniversay FB post, but what came out was, "Glad you doing each other." I was like, "Yeah, I"m glad we doing each other, too!" LOL