Relationships.

What does it mean when you're in a relationship with yourself?
Does it mean that you could be out with your friends, have a casual hook up every now and then, but can't wait to go home for self-satisfaction?

"BOB" a regular friend of Riss, Jess and I, and many other women around the world; also known as Battery.Operated.Boyfriend have learnt the discovery of needing a bit of flesh instead. Could that mean you want a break from yourself? Are you not able to satisfy yourself often enough?
What. Does.It.Mean?

Can a person really be satisfied by being too involved with themselves? A little 'me' time is considered normal, yes, however when is it time to put the batteries away and think, "fuck, I can only fit into tights these days, I need to get my ass in gear and get back into a pair of jeans again?"
Is it wrong to assume that everyone is satisfied being in a relationship with themselves, or is it time to move on to flesh and possibly re-awaken what other people call 'emotions'?

Are people that scared of being in a committed relationship, let alone a relationship in general, to not be able to see how much they're emotionally crippling themselves for the future by spending more time alone? Or if it's a phase that we all go through?

Fuck 'em & Run!

So a discussion arose the other day in regards to casual sex, and those that become clingy after the first encounter with your privates.
Of course there was alcohol, which of course meant we were at the pub. Despite it being a Wednesday, there were a few people there, so at least we weren't being judged, that much.

So it was me, Matt, Riss, Kasie (the cousin) and Jess. We were sitting in the corner on the top part of the decking outside of Moorebank pub. We were laughing and discussing things, most people would've given us a look of disgust for. But you can't please everyone.
Eventually we got up to the topic of casual sex. What if someone seems a little too clingy and you haven't even really had physical contact with them yet? Would they be as clingy after the penetration or more so?

So many questions not enough answers. Talking about letting yourself go and just doing it for the sake of sex, is easier said then done. But what about the repercussions of the person that gets a little too attached, and it's not you?
My friends and I have various kinds of mantras. Many, may involve whore-like absolution's, but you can't deny the clarity of what it means.

"Fuck 'em and run!" is one of those mantra's that help soothe the soul after a nasty morning after shock, waking up in a pop-in hotel or realising that you may be a cradle snatcher. We all have ways to deal with things, stuff that help shelter our minds from thinking that we're bad people. We may be the phantom in their bed, but they'll always be another name to our list.
To fuck them and run? Possibly, but only if you have the strength to stay away after wards.

Meet the Regulars.

Riss: Full name Larissa. Tells the best stories, in the longest, detailed way. Makes her breakfast sound like the greatest adventure ever. With her ever changing hair length and colour and loud personality. She's definitely one to hang around with when you want to forget yourself.

Matty: He may look, act and smell straight but unfortunately he's not. This boy has a tendency to be a selective straight. Once he's on the alcohol and hangs around Riss and Dee (me), he accidentally turns straight for the next few hours. Never a dull moment with him, especially when he walks me home drunk.

Nat: Not only called banana boat, but she's also known as the grandma of the group. A once party animal, has now reformed herself into a respectable young lady with a loud mouth when intoxicated. Whether she's angry at us for doing stupid things, she's always dependable.

Woji: Or you can call him David, whichever one tickles your pickles. Either way he may go e-i-t-h-e-r way. He says that he may be bi-sexual, he hasn't decided yet. He wears more hair product then most females, and takes longer to get ready then your average male.

 Jess: She may be called the dope of the group, but there's never a dull moment when this girl is around you. With her cute one-liners and ability to make you laugh, you're bound to get attached to this girl.

 

 Dee: And then you got me. When I'm in a drunken state, I'm loud, giggly and tend to get really friendly and make new friends. I have a tendency to drunk dial and can be mean to those I care most about, but it's all in the name of love.

MEET THE REGULARS.

Sweating Vodka.

It's a day, like any other Saturday, except this time, we've decided to pre-drink at 630pm. Matt picks me up with his mother, and we head back to his place for some beers, Sour monkey shots, Jager bombs, and vodka- redbulls.
The stench of vodka seeping out of our pores were enough to alarm the staff at Red Rooster walking there after picking up my cousin, Kasie from her place. A normally 20 minute walk became a 35 minute one as we walked our way to New Brighton Golf club for more drinks and meet David and Riss.
Two and a half beers later, Riss finishes work and buys herself a drink. David's off on his phone having arguments with his partner, while the rest of us drink our sobriety away.

Next thing I remember was getting to the Mill and we're sitting in our usual drinking booth. Laughing drunkenly, singing to the songs we knew whilst talking and taking photos with whoever would join us. And then I saw Ryan. He was this cute bar staff, that collected our glasses and copped compliments off us all night.
Whenever he wasn't around, Matt, our gay friend would be hooking up with Riss and I, using ice to kiss us on our necks. One thing led to another and then Riss and I were doing the same to each other.
All the while David was upset no one was showing him attention. It was kind of sad seeing him so upset, but yet again he was just getting out of a relationship and I wasn't drunk, or sober enough to help him with that.

By the end of the night Ryan had come by us enough times for me to ask for a hug and in return not only did I get a hug, but I got his number. Sounded a little backwards to me, but who am I to judge. That night, I don't remember how I got home, or what else that happened for that matter. All I know is that alcohol brings the lesbian out of my girl mates and myself, while the straightness out of my gay friends.