Thank you to Gentlementalannie for nominating me for this award.
Does this mean I’m in with the popular kids now?
- Put the logo on your post
- Thank the blogger who nominated you
- Write 5 facts about yourself
- Nominate 5-10 bloggers
I identify my sexual orientation as pansexual*. Meaning, I fall in love with the person, not the gender. Gender is not the deciding factor of my attraction or romantic love to someone. This is can be confusing, I know. But it’s the only way to explain how I am primarily physically attracted to men but yet I fell in love with and married a woman for 13 years. (I am currently in the middle of a divorce, just in case you missed that chunk of my blog).
*Note: I originally posted that I’m gender fluid, but that was completely wrong after I investigated more into what that means. I really need to do my research before I open my mouth next time.
I drive a forest green 2001 Toyota Tacoma pick up truck. It has about 95,000 miles on it, give or take a couple of miles. That’s amazing for a 14 year old truck, apparently. I did not think this is interesting about me, except that men generally freak out over Green (my name for it). They love it, like it’s a collectors item or something. I’ve had multiple strangers come up to me to ask if it’s for sale. The guys at the Toyota dealership trip out over the lack of substantial mileage on it and want to be the one to service it. It often gets more attention than I do. It is in fairly good condition, if I say so myself. I tend to take care of my stuff (people included 😉 )
Lastly, I’m told it’s interesting because I’m a woman and women do not typically drive pick up trucks, so it makes me a bit of a badass. So I’ve been called. Go figure.
I don’t mind public speaking. It’s an odd statement for a true introvert to make, which I am. But I’m actually pretty good at it, so long as I’m confident in my knowledge in what I’m speaking about. And even then, I’m really good at bullshitting to sound like I know what I’m talking about. I try not to do that often, because I’m not fond of bullshit, but I’ve had to use it for survival in several required speeches or presentations in my college classes before. Honestly, after the 10th required oral presentation on something like the importance of earthworms to the eco system (I just totally made that up, I never had to do a presentation on that) it gets a bit ridiculous and redundant. So I would do minimal research and bullshit the rest. Wait, I just told on myself. Oh, well, glad I’ve already graduated.
I used to be really, really shy about sex. Like, when I was married, I would talk to her about it, sometimes, but not to anyone else. Not even friends. I would be okay with them talking about it, but my own experiences would be off limits. (Talking about it openly and my bedroom behavior are two separate things. I’ve never been shy in the bedroom ;)) Needless to say, this has changed dramatically in the 8 months that I have been separated. Now I write erotic poems. I didn’t even know I had it in me or that I was any good at it. And I surprise myself in how openly I discuss things of a sexual nature now, as though I’ve been doing that all along. Truth is, I have very little experience to glean from, but I’m okay with that. I learn from other people’s experiences. Despite that, I have an odd sense of confidence in my sensuality that seems to reek from my pores lately, based on the responses I get from others.
I am really, really, really organized. And clean. Not like OCD, (although I do have a hint of it) but I just naturally think and arrange in a orderly manner. I would make an awesome assistant to a CEO or someone of that nature. Or make a career out of helping rich, scattered people organize their lives. I’ve helped organize some really overwhelmed people before. I’m also good at decorating. So while I help you organize, I can help you decorate too. I should really reconsider my career as a mental health therapist… I could be making so much more money right now.
Okay, so I’m going to nominate 5 bloggers and hopefully they don’t hate me for it: