tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post2096944204746875122..comments2024-03-05T23:19:32.879-08:00Comments on Diary of a Slutty Feminist: F*** You, Gaffer GuyDiary of a Slutty Feministhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-79369530402901212462013-09-10T13:52:47.348-07:002013-09-10T13:52:47.348-07:00Thank you for your insight. I know this is an old...Thank you for your insight. I know this is an old story and there are a lot of Gaffer Guys out there. And my personality is not conducive for dealing with them in a productive and healthy way. My new goal is to avoid avoid avoid.Diary of a Slutty Feministhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-27532177828623505252013-09-10T13:42:10.766-07:002013-09-10T13:42:10.766-07:00There is something in the letting go....
I remembe...There is something in the letting go....<br />I remember one time I had it bad for a very good friend of mine. I had allowed myself to fall in love with someone, which I have personally sworn off for the fact that I am not in a healthy mind set to have a "normal", healthy, functioning relationship. So this story is funny and ironic because I allowed myself to fall for a guy who is a complete disaster (alcoholic, drug addict) but also has one of the biggest hearts around. Anyway, I collapsed into a puddle of tears all over a neighborhood girlfriend of his who grew up with him and knows all about the women in his life. Let's just say they are all temporary. As I wept on her chest it felt good to be held and comforted so we decided the best culmination of that was for us to have sex so I didn't just wet her with my tears, but I digress...<br />The big take away for me when I had driven myself beyond all distraction and even found myself at the Dr.'s office thinking I was having a heart attack. Turns out, it was just broken. Then I realized that it was not about him. It was about me. I let go. Completely go and decided what I already knew, which is that we didn't belong together and were all wrong for each other but that I could still manage friendship with him (after some much needed few months away). He remains one of my best friends to this day. I still have occasional friends w/bennies sex with him but am no longer "in love" with him. I realized that loving him meant simply accepting him as the crazy ass mess that he is. And this works for me to this day. In fact, maybe I'm like Gaffer Guy in a way...I kind of prefer this kind of relationship. I guess the point is, if there in fact is one, is that you are ok. Gaffer guy is broken and can't be fixed. And it's better you found this out now before it got any worse. But maybe one day, you can just manage casual sex and friendship on those terms. Otherwise...yes indeed....you deserve better. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-66786200247803616322013-09-09T16:02:08.927-07:002013-09-09T16:02:08.927-07:00The gut is for sure growing... but still no guts t...The gut is for sure growing... but still no guts to speak of.Diary of a Slutty Feministhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-48648026842632199562013-09-09T16:00:36.347-07:002013-09-09T16:00:36.347-07:00I think you're right, a very wise insight. I ...I think you're right, a very wise insight. I hope for his sake and for the sake of the women in his life that he might change, but you're damn right I won't be sticking around to wait for that to happen... or not.Diary of a Slutty Feministhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-63251809449156832102013-09-09T15:57:18.318-07:002013-09-09T15:57:18.318-07:00Thank you. I definitely did feel it, and it does ...Thank you. I definitely did feel it, and it does feel good to feel so much. As a theatre and film lover, in a perverse way I relish the drama of crumbling to the ground in floods of tears.Diary of a Slutty Feministhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02199655527413695167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-18525058982629077012013-09-09T14:17:49.454-07:002013-09-09T14:17:49.454-07:00Gaffer guys gut grows
The Slutty Feminists's r...Gaffer guys gut grows<br />The Slutty Feminists's rise<br />Who knows where we'll goAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-27750362672586812332013-09-09T13:30:18.497-07:002013-09-09T13:30:18.497-07:00Wow. Wow. Gaffer guy is definitely an asshole but ...Wow. Wow. Gaffer guy is definitely an asshole but more so than that, he is simply a coward. He knows it too. You challenged him and he blinked and it will eat him up (at some point in his life) but that's not for you to stick around and find out. Kudos to you for being so open in that experience and now as you share with us. That ain't easy. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795869707174122423.post-54660978449496231022013-09-09T12:33:25.321-07:002013-09-09T12:33:25.321-07:00I like how vulnerable you allow yourself to be. W...I like how vulnerable you allow yourself to be. When I'm in a situation like that, I always think: Well, I opened myself up, even if the other person closed down out of the thousand forms of fear that cause people to behave that way towards another human being. Good for you. Feel it through. Cry. DON'T shut down. Soooooo good to feel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com