i wrote the following poem/facebook post for my new moon manifestation
with it’s oozing
both the profiles
(sports! sports! & sports!)
and the interactions
have caused me to swear off men…
a new moon
& an eclipse
(feminine moon blocks out masculine sun)
methinks i should explore
the ambidextrous nature
of my heart.
so ever since i said i’m not dating men anymore, men keep approaching me via facebook. friend requests, message requests, and–today–one “god fearing” man offered himself to me (or any other of the single ladies) on a post i had written about how much internet dating sucks ass. i suspect my frequent postings about internet dating has put me on some sort of demented facebook singles page.
what really really really pisses me off is that not a one of them took the time to see who i am. seriously? all my information is right there–pagan anarchist single woman seeking other women. how difficult is that to research?
do you research, fellas.
i just want to do art. hang with my minions & other critters here. contemplate the mysteries of the universe…and not be a single lady.
i am not single.
i am complex. and amazing. and wonderful.