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Tag Archives: You ARE A Unique Snowflake!
Navigate-Colours
When I was a kid I told my mum that when I grew up I wanted ‘a red car, red dress, and red stilettos’ much like, it turns out, Cassandra in Wayne’s World. Though she looks totally sweet in a hair metal groupie sort of way, and I have always admired the work of Bebe [...]
Choose Your Own Adventure.
When I was a teenager I thought I wanted fast cars, fast people, bright lights and the big city. My life was so mundane that I wanted someone to come and sweep me away into a new one. So I waited patiently for someone to spin my world around but they didn’t come. My brain [...]
5 Infallible Pieces of Advice.
1. Always wear a condom. Like duh. Duh duh and OHMYGOD DUH. There are so many freaking things that can infect, inhabit, and eat away at your genitals that it’s just not worth taking a chance. Also, if you get a scary sore on your genitals go get it checked! Alexi Wasser’s awesome blog reminded me [...]
Posted in Advice, Dates, Relationships, STIs Also tagged B.A.N.A.N.A.S, It's Ok Cos I Was Young Then, Mistakes, Probably Need To Stop Referencing io9 Stuff, Scary Sores, Sexy Sex Sex Sex, STIs, Watchmen 2 Comments
Your Boyfriend Is (Sadly) Not A Toy
I fucking love the idea of matchy matchy dressing with my boyfriend. In fact it's something I try to trick him into doing regularly, but he's yet to fall for it and was rather annoyed with me when we left his house last weekend in almost matching scarves. I, conversely, punched the air with glee. Now don't get me wrong, I don't want us to look like creepy twins, or like that couple who wear one red one green Converse each that Alexander Fury keeps seeing in Tesco, but there's something fun and ridiculous about being part of a secret gang of sorts who wear the same clothes and do the same shit. I love secret gangs: I used to wish when I didn't have anyone to ride my bike with that I could get a whole gang of friends and dress them up in leather jackets, then we'd ride around and maybe find a secret island like in Swallows and Amazons, and hang out there for the afternoon. Come on! Who doesn't want a secret gang? Handshakes and haircuts, secret words and songs, imagine it!