I want to write about wanting what I want, and not being
afraid that my wants are "wrong." I want to write about my goal to stop the process of self-editing
EVERYTHING.
I want to write about loneliness. And my relationship with
it.
I want to write about being “high maintenance” and whether I
am or not. About whether wanting to be treated with a certain
level of courtesy is “high maintenance” And about whether there are different standards of 'acceptable" maintenance for a submissive. And whether my standards are too
high. And whether I’m afraid to enforce them because I wonder if I’ll have
anyone left.
I want to write about how, as the only female supervisor in
my department at my summer workplace, I was constantly asking myself whether my
workers’ performance and working relationship with me were swayed by the fact
that I’m a woman. And how all the other women department heads at my
organization either ran female-majority departments, or were more butch than
femme.
I want to write about marriage, and polyamory.
I want to write about why I, a 36-year-old woman, still feel rejected and socially awkward when women nearly a decade younger than me don’t want to hang out with me. And whether this signifies that I’m immature, or just come from a unique social dynamic that looks more at other factors, or if it signifies how I may spend my entire life trying to make up for my lack of social standing in high school.
I want to write about what Ashton fucking Kutcher of all people said about success looking an awful lot like hard work, and what he said about being sexy, and about how a message directed at 13-year-old girls resonated with me still, and how fucked up that is.
So there you go. I guess that's what you can look forward to the next few months?
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