I want to surround myself with people whose company I enjoy, whether as colleagues, friends or lovers.
I want to feel unimpeded by convention or social pressure in life. Morality (if it is a truly ethical point and not petty-minded) is a different matter, and will be observed.
I want to smash through the glass ceiling, elegantly.
So it’s been a while since I wrote. I guess it’s fair to say quite a bit has happened in the interval.
Firstly, while I still utterly support the coil as a method of contraception and generally love mine, it has been giving me a bit of grief lately.
Relationships exciting and painful, euphoric and challenging. You get to know someone much more deeply than most, you share with them, you imagine futures for yourselves, discuss how ugly your kids would be or realise you want different things and the dream gets squashed, along with the relationship more often than not.
Is there a socially acceptable number or partners? For a year? A month? A lifetime? As far as most people are concerned, I suspect there is. Does if differ based on whether you have a penis or a vagina?
About 6 months ago, at the age of 25, I finally got Tinder. I had been resisting for years, mostly because I infinitely prefer meeting someone in person to assess the chemistry situation before even figuring out if we like each other beneath it all.
This was never the post I planned on leading with when I set up this blog, but within a day of configuring Being Eos, this event occurred (entirely coincidentally). If I’m being honest about my love life on here, then this is the natural place to start.
Cursed with an insatiable appetite for young men and a succession of disastrous affairs by Aphrodite as revenge for sleeping with her love-interest Ares, Eos might not be the most obvious choice of nom-de-plume.