Sexual harassment is real. It's a looming issue women are forced to deal with on the daily. Regardless of this reality, however, we only decide to talk about it when someone important does something stupid. EYE-ROLL. While these scandals primarily come from situations where what-NOT-to-do should be obvious, what about situations where there is actual ambiguity - like, dating?
I haven't forgotten to report back on my sugar sleuthing. I'm not finished with my investigation just yet. I'm taking it slow, because I'm worried about getting murdered. The sugar daddy site I've been exploring, Seeking Arrangement, is largely comprised of anonymous users - AKA - potential serial killers; so, a girl can never be too careful.
I'm going to make an effort to jot my thoughts more. I don't need every post to be a full-on production. As per my first thought-jot, here are some life updates and previews of what's to come:
I've got a question. Answer it here.
I've been questioning how personal I should get with this blog. Sure, I talk about my sex and dating life, but what do you really know about me? Not much. I read somewhere that people get really into it when bloggers show their human side. Looks like it's time to get human. 😘
I officially apologize for all the times I've called any of you "pigs," "fuckboys," or "male chauvinists." Why? Because I am a female fuckboy.
I swiped right on a couple. Then I ghosted them.
Some people do juice cleanses. Some people do yoga. Others . .
Most of us are familiar and finally comfortable with popular modern dating apps. You’ve probably tried out a few, and they were probably whatever. What you may not be too familiar with, however, is the secret sugar society that walks among us.
There comes a point when hating on the "basic" just makes you bitter. Bitter is basic, pHool.