Awesomeness...

RIP Rosie the Riveter

Rosie graced my blog header for my first 18 months of blogging.  Always an icon (article here)

'cos I AM

It's that time....

Umm....

Song for the day...

And furthermore...

You know you're hot when.....

...your daughter tells you that her friend, who met you for the first time yesterday, said - "your mum is pretty sexy for an old lady".

Skanky Frankie

Where to start? Fuck...

Well Social Worker Guy and I had a date last night (movies), my place..all good (at least I thought it was). I woke up this morning feeling really good about things. I really liked him..REALLY. (not going to waffle on about why cos I've done that already).

Anyway I get a text from him this morning saying that he needed to come over and see me today - to talk...GULP. Convinced it's going to be an "it's not you it's me" type scenario I asked if he could just tell me over the phone instead.

He didn't like that idea and stressed that "a phone call won't cut it".

So..hmm...my mind races. He's got some issues (yeah I know, so have we all) but I thought maybe he wanted to discuss them and possibly how we could work through them...ummmm - NO. After arguing a bit via text he finally called..

Ohhhh....apparently it IS all about ME.

Now...those of you that know me in real life (and those who have been reading my blog for a while) know that I love nothing more than making people laugh, usually at my own expense. I think you've read enough "real" posts by me to appreciate the parody of myself I enjoy playing up, mostly in my "Man Flesh Files".

It's what I do.

Sex is funny, lack of sex is even funnier. Relationships are ridiculous and dating is a joke. Let's not pretend otherwise. If you really know me you know that the flippant way in which I refer (in real life) to sex or my sexual encounters is nothing more than a continuation of that self-parody. Of course it's grounded in some truth, but it's not REAL.

So...today, Social Worker Guy wanted to rake me over the coals about the fact that in the last two weeks I have mentioned, in conversation FIVE guys I had sex with (it was only actually 3 guys though as one guy got a mention 3 times).

Now...these weren't conversations I started about guys I've fucked. They were things brought up which were relevant to the conversation and just happened to involved someone who I had a previously 'relationship' with (relationship being, sex, dating..whatever).

But, according to Social Worker Guy, me mentioning these other men gave a "pretty good impression of being a skank", of a woman who just fucks guys and throws them aside and queried as to whether he would be so easily discarded.

I might just add at this point that the three guys I did mention, rejected ME in no uncertain terms...so...there was no discarding there on my part. Fuck..whatever, that's not the point. Apparently I am highly insensitive, a moron, an idiot...I dunno and a few other things I can't remember right now. 

Ya know...why couldn't he just be happy with the fact that I LOVED spending time with him, talking on the phone to him, just hanging out..'cos he fucking KNEW that was the case. But no, all he could focus on was the fact that I'd had sex...with other men...in the past. Jeezuz. 

He's reckons he's confused by the fact that there are "two Frankie's".. The one he liked and the one who was giving the impression of being..a skank. At the time of the conversation I was full of tears and apologetic and agreed that I was fucked up and at fault. I'd managed to fuck up another budding relationship by being too.....'me'. And hey, I will admit to a smidgen of responsibility as I guess the sort of conversations I have with my mates...maybe not that appropriate to have with a guy on a date, but, I dunno...I was just really comfortable with him..and was just being me...too...fucking.....me.

Too....ME? Too..me.

How the fuck can I be too ME? There's not two Frankie's, there is ONE...THIS ONE. And anyone who doesn't like me can go fuck themselves. I'm 44 years old. I grew up with an alcoholic father, an absent fucking mother, 3 years of physical and emotional abuse at the hands of a jealous lunatic at the age of 17, marriage, kids, divorce, study, MASSIVE poo cherries and you know what.???? -

I've fucking earned the right to be WHO I FUCKING WANT TO BE!

I'm not a skank, I'm not a whore I am a fucking honest, open, loving and kind person............unless you fuck with me of course. 

End of rant.

Seriously....

Just passing the time...

This Week...

...I have been totally drug free.

I had a house inspection, a flooded garage/gym, a manflesh rejection and a maths exam and I still did NOT lose my shit.

Fuck I'm good.

EDIT - for those of you reading this out of context, the drugs in question were anti-anxiety meds I'd been on for 8 years.