Pretty excited to live in an era when I can be on a date with a man telling a story and casually include “Now I see that my first mistake was talking to a man” and he can laugh and nod in understanding

I’m sitting near these two women on the train, they read as best friends in their mid thirties. Their outfits look so cute and they are smiling at each other and peacefully discussing something. They could sit next to me in a cafe for hours and it would be a delight.

At a Cake concert in 2018, I watched the woman in front of me shop for bras online.

I am sitting in a cafe for an hour before a doc appt. It’s small so two men are sitting in the same comfy chair are as me having a conversation. If it were women, I’d be eavesdropping. My default assumption is that there is no way what two random men are discussing is interesting, so I’m annoyed.

Should I buy five or six Coney Island mermaid parade t shirts? More importantly, who is going to stop me?

A man at work interrupted me one too many times and I snapped. He asked me a question, I started talking, he interrupts me midsentence. I said “You’re talking over me, you’re talking over me, you’re taking over me…” until he stopped and apologized.

I had to say it ELEVEN times.

I stopped writing about dating and polyamory as much when my dating fell off a cliff in 2020 Now that I’ve been back at it for a year I have lost interest in most cis men, and that has really changed the conversation for me.

okay but who was actually every woman, chaka khan or whitney houston or was it a prime minister/president sort of arrangement

A year ago, I uttered this sentence and I can’t stop thinking about it, how it means more to me than I thought in the moment.

“The part of my life where I use my body to make men feel comfortable is over.”