Em's Twisting Kaleidoscope

Something made me realise I don’t even know how I want my next boy to be. What an idiot Em. It’s been a singly single single special year. I can’t believe I never thought of myself in this plane of thinking. Single. Unsingle. I’m using unsingle because taken is way too patriarchal for me.But coming back to the point. When do we become people who have this added definition of single or not. I don’t know. I’m genuinely asking. Tweet me on @iamemanali. Also, please follow. Oh. My next boy. Jitters. I’ve spent the large part of months...okay, a year, okay two, getting over an anal extremely abusive douche bag despite knowing I escaped hell. And here I was, free from my curses, and for the first time in my life i am on the hunt, yes hunt cuz, I’m a tigress. It’s a separate issue the tigress wanders without a clue what she’s looking for.  Okay. Let’s think. Let’s think. OH. Cute. See i got one. Oh humour humour. But then all of this is subjective and is essentially compatibility. Specifi...

It bugs me you know. It bugs me no end. Why is it that one thing is better than the other? Why is it that one way of doing things is more acceptable than another way? If growing up has taught me anything it’s that everyone, and I mean every single person, is moving at their own pace and own their own timeline. Nobody has any idea what another is coping with in this world where you’re supposed to have a perfect life on display. Some have career stress, others have health or relationships or family. Or maybe something even more devastating. Or maybe they don’t have anything and just want to move at a pace where they get to be what they want to be.  How does it matter really? I mean, how does it matter to someone not integrally connected to the person?  Why do we have such strong opinions which we advocate and then have nothing better to do than shove them down other people’s throats all the while maintaining we’re non judgmental people?  I recently came across someone who w...

It bugs me you know. It bugs me no end. Why is it that one thing is better than the other? Why is it that one way of doing things is more acceptable than another way? If growing up has taught me anything it’s that everyone, and I mean every single person, is moving at their own pace and own their own timeline. Nobody has any idea what another is coping with in this world where you’re supposed to have a perfect life on display. Some have career stress, others have health or relationships or family. Or maybe something even more devastating. Or maybe they don’t have anything and just want to move at a pace where they get to be what they want to be.  How does it matter really? I mean, how does it matter to someone not integrally connected to the person?  Why do we have such strong opinions which we advocate and then have nothing better to do than shove them down other people’s throats all the while maintaining we’re non judgmental people?  I recently came across someone who w...