Tripped over to Mykonos for a 4 day break this weekend just gone, and experienced gay-man envy for the first time ever. Have never aspired to be a gay male before. Have considered the advantages of being a bloke many times - physical superiority, no menstrual cycle, no pregnancy scares (not to the same extent anyways), statistically higher rate of pay, far less chance of having someone assume you're a bimbo... but given that I'm not particularly fashion-forward, theatrical, or even effeminate, the allure of the gay man's world has never been strong.
Then I saw the superbly sculpted, perfectly tanned adonis-like men sunning themselves on the beach at Mykonos - predominantly clad in teeny tiny man-shorts. I wanted in. Although I didn't fancy the hotpants. The tight-man-shorts may just be a general European thing - but the plucked eyebrows, handbags, total lack of body hair and absence of women lead me to strongly suspect that the gorgeous boys were gay. Why weren't any of the straight men that good! All I got was extroverted touchy-feely greasy Italian men!
On the upside, there was never going to be any lecherous behaviour should I decide to sunbathe topless...
win some lose some I guess.
Friday 29 August 2008
Whoops
So I'm doing a fantastic job with this blog thing aren't I? At the very start and I'm already forgetting I have one. Actually, I didn't forget so much as I just didn't quite get round to doing something about it. Much in the same way I always intend to update my travel blog, post some photos on facebook, back up my hard drive... but never quite manage.
Did I mention I work with computers?
So half the month has passed and it hasn't been too boring.
For a start, I had my birthday. I'm now 28. You know when you're a kid you have an age that sticks in your head as your 'grown up' age. Everyone that age or older is definitely a grown up. I just hit mine, which slightly scares me. Not because I need to settle in my life, buy a property or focus on my career. Own property, have decent career prospects - will travel. It's just I've reached that scary point in my life where I feel a helluva lot younger than I actually am. Also, every random guy I strike up a conversation with in any pub or club is 23. It's the oddest phenomena. To the point where I was out in a club a few weeks ago (ever so slightly pissy) and met one 23 year old (half Egyptian half Italian, and had've he been 6 foot something, could've been a D&G model) and later when another boy sat next to me I was challenging my darling-friend-and-flatmate to dare me to just turn to him and state 'You're 23, aren't you?'. She didn't so I didn't but could've and should've - a little conversation ensued and true to form, the boy was 23.
Am I too young to start lying about my age?
There have been one or two 22 year olds thrown into the mix of late. Not that I should be complaining - were it the other way around and 43 year olds kept approaching me then I'd be entirely grossed out and seriously contemplating botox. I've always said that I want a toyboy that can cook. I figure that there are so many older men rocking around with much younger women on their arm that it is personally up to me to redress the balance. It's good in theory but not in practice. At best I've had a boyfriend that was a year and a bit younger than me.
My favourite trick is pretending to be insulted when a young bloke guesses my age at 23, and when I tell him to guess again and moves it up to 24. Cue best wide-eyed shocked look and indignant voice 'You think I'm OLDER!'
I love a dark club!
Did I mention I work with computers?
So half the month has passed and it hasn't been too boring.
For a start, I had my birthday. I'm now 28. You know when you're a kid you have an age that sticks in your head as your 'grown up' age. Everyone that age or older is definitely a grown up. I just hit mine, which slightly scares me. Not because I need to settle in my life, buy a property or focus on my career. Own property, have decent career prospects - will travel. It's just I've reached that scary point in my life where I feel a helluva lot younger than I actually am. Also, every random guy I strike up a conversation with in any pub or club is 23. It's the oddest phenomena. To the point where I was out in a club a few weeks ago (ever so slightly pissy) and met one 23 year old (half Egyptian half Italian, and had've he been 6 foot something, could've been a D&G model) and later when another boy sat next to me I was challenging my darling-friend-and-flatmate to dare me to just turn to him and state 'You're 23, aren't you?'. She didn't so I didn't but could've and should've - a little conversation ensued and true to form, the boy was 23.
Am I too young to start lying about my age?
There have been one or two 22 year olds thrown into the mix of late. Not that I should be complaining - were it the other way around and 43 year olds kept approaching me then I'd be entirely grossed out and seriously contemplating botox. I've always said that I want a toyboy that can cook. I figure that there are so many older men rocking around with much younger women on their arm that it is personally up to me to redress the balance. It's good in theory but not in practice. At best I've had a boyfriend that was a year and a bit younger than me.
My favourite trick is pretending to be insulted when a young bloke guesses my age at 23, and when I tell him to guess again and moves it up to 24. Cue best wide-eyed shocked look and indignant voice 'You think I'm OLDER!'
I love a dark club!
Wednesday 13 August 2008
In the beginning...
In the beginning... I didn't really know what to write... Hopefully that will change with time and/or practice. Actually, who am I kidding? I can always crap on - it's one of my many talents. It's just that I suspect that in the beginning what I write will largely be crappy, and I hope that'll improve.
Why a blog? Why just the normal reasons... fame fortune scandal and a horrendously well paid book deal. That'd be nice.
Failing that (or in the meantime) this'll be a cheaper alternative to therapy... not that I really need therapy right now due to the overwhelming stability in my life. I am remarkably well adjusted. Nothing that makes for interesting reading yet huh? Surely something fantastically interesting will happen in my life soon, and even if no one else reads it or cares, then when I'm 83 and the only thing between my boobs is my belly button, me and my 43 cats can look back on this blog and have a giggle about how exciting/shallow/naive I used to be.
So why Cheeky Goddess? Well, it just sounded better than smart-assed and arrogant... catchier don't you think? I never really had a major nickname growing up (parental pet names excluded) and I think smart ass was as close I got - but I liked it - better that than dumbass I figured
Why a blog? Why just the normal reasons... fame fortune scandal and a horrendously well paid book deal. That'd be nice.
Failing that (or in the meantime) this'll be a cheaper alternative to therapy... not that I really need therapy right now due to the overwhelming stability in my life. I am remarkably well adjusted. Nothing that makes for interesting reading yet huh? Surely something fantastically interesting will happen in my life soon, and even if no one else reads it or cares, then when I'm 83 and the only thing between my boobs is my belly button, me and my 43 cats can look back on this blog and have a giggle about how exciting/shallow/naive I used to be.
So why Cheeky Goddess? Well, it just sounded better than smart-assed and arrogant... catchier don't you think? I never really had a major nickname growing up (parental pet names excluded) and I think smart ass was as close I got - but I liked it - better that than dumbass I figured
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