Chance

Break Up Confusion: Part 700 of 100,000,000

Your next orgasm. 

So, part of being in a relationship is regular sex. Or at least it should be, and if it isn’t you should look into that… 2 months into a relationship or 10 years into a relationship.

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For example: you are in a relationship with someone for 7 months, you are committed, you have placed your ‘titles’ (boyfriend/girlfriend etc). You face the different living situations, but it is what it is – you are with someone new and you want them. Everywhere and anywhere… pretty much all the time.

Well, for whatever reason, you have now broken up. But for the last 7 months, you have had sex (well, what should be amazing sex) all the time, pretty much everyday if that’s what you wanted.

ba74d181826e3e34a35d244eb6153d71Now let’s also say that you were heavily invested in this relationship – so you aren’t gonna be interested in having someone other than that person touch, hold, feel you… [the only exception to this is drunk sex, and this happens when you are really angry and mad at your now new ex].

ke-3443To tie this all up: your body, brain, soul and heart are already under a lot of pressure from the fact that you are heartbroken and going through a break up [stress]. But now your body is facing the consequences of build up from not having someone worship your body and relieve your needs as they have done for the past 7 months.

You are gonna make some crazy decisions and have some fucked up thoughts anyway, just to get you through the break up, so it;s only gonna be worse if you are have SEX WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS.

Therefore it is no wonder people invented ‘break up sex’.

Ted Spiker from Mens Health gets it:

Why it’s monumental: It’s like the day before a diet. Tomorrow I’ll start, but today I’m going to enjoy one last order of chicken wings. You’ve decided together that the relationship isn’t working, but what the hey, one last tryst won’t hurt anyone. And it winds up being better than any you’ve had in the past 6 months for two reasons.

One’s physical: Fisher says that there’s some speculation among researchers that in so-called last-chance copulation, a man may unknowingly alter the levels of certain hormones in his semen, and that may trigger his partner to ovulate spontaneously. In other words, your subconscious tries to hold on to the commitment by potentially impregnating her, even though you don’t want to.

The other reason is psychological: “When you know you’re never going to see someone again, you want to leave her wanting you—and you’ll do anything to drive her out of her mind,” says Cadell. “So you both end up concentrating on being uninhibited.”

And no, before any ‘clever half whit’ says: ‘just do it yourself’ – you clearly have never had MIND BLOWING SEX. 

What are you supposed to do? You don’t want to completely disrespect yourself and your relationship [that you are mourning] – so TINDER is out of the window. You aren’t ready to be that person.

Check part 69. 

http://www.menshealth.com/mhlists/best_sexual_experiences/Breakup_Sex.php

http://www.lovepanky.com/flirting-flings/wild-secrets/break-up-sex-and-10-circumstances-where-it-works

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It’s YOU.

You are what’s wrong with the world. And anyone that has listened to Baz Luhrman’s ‘Everybody’s free (to wear sunscreen)’ will know that you should stay away from magazines “they will only make you feel ugly”.

Now, I am about to take a different stance when it comes to the photoshop vs. skinny vs. fat vs. fake debate.

Britney Spears (I’m trying very hard to remove my hardcore admiration for her) she steps on the stage, looking AMAZING (taking note; she has had two kids and I have had none… She still looks better than me and I’m more than 10 years her junior!).

It should be no news to any magazine or publisher that majority of photo shoots, adverts etc. use photo shop. We all know this.

But please. Slam a person for going out and (from what I have read) putting on a fucking amazing show. She looked incredible, and most of all, happy – up on that stage. But there you go… With your quip.

‘Yep, that’s for proving us right (ignoring your talent) you did use photoshop and you aren’t that skinny’ – YOU ARE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD (among other things).

We will never win.

End of rant x

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Maybe we could be each other’s soul mates

“Don’t laugh at me, but maybe we could be each other’s soul mates. Then we could let men be just these great, nice guys to have fun with.” Charlotte York, Sex and the City.

Lucky for me… I have my soul mate. But even better than that I am blessed enough that he will be there, for ever.

Months can go by, and a lot can change (believe me! I’m talking lovers, ex lovers, marriage, tattoos, weight, hair, and god knows what else) but there he is… My SOLE/SOUL mate.

6 years ago, god knows what month it was… I was put clubbing with a group of friends and my current boyfriend. I know exactly what I was wearing (high waisted harem black suit trousers, black Mary Jane Louboutins, low cut/low back white racer back ripped vest, and a very naughty, very see through, lace and silk bra; and of course, a chanel 2.55 – it will always be me to wear a vest that was slutty but I had picked up from a market in Vietnam, trousers from Topshop and then top the cost of my whole outfit by adding a bag and shoes!). Anyway; there I was walking along the high street of this little town that I had grown up in to go move my boyfriends car whilst he was busy buying everyone drinks… Who do I bump into? My love, my genie, Reece Morgan. Now what I haven’t mentioned is that – this club was full of nice girls dressed like hoochies! You would see a Chanel here, Kurt Geiger there, Prada there… But the main aim with these girlies was sluttiness and as you can probably tell; what I was wearing was sexy, subtle but never hoochie mumma! Maybe that’s why he chose me, only he could tell you that. The inimitable Reece. So there I am, treating the high street as a run way and I bump into an acquaintance, turns out he was heading to the same place I was drinking with his girlies. Before I knew it, 2 weeks later I was on a stone table, in a mesh body, with black lipstick, wet look black eyeshadow, slicked back jet black hair… Pouting and posing. And that was just the beginning…

Now, when I first came across Reece I just knew him to be an aspiring photographer with an amazing sense of style. It wasn’t until we had numerous Cosmos and Margaritas that I realised every element that makes him is pure fabulous. From his ever changing hair styles, ooh snap! To his huge collection of handbags from Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Chanel and Hermes. Not forgetting his irresistibly delicious personality.

Only Reece would turn up at one of my friends magazine launch parties in Mayfair and get papped on his way home, simply for looking so gorg and fabulous. As if! Crazy.

This man is there for everything whether it be a simple BBQ in the garden of my fathers ranch (me in flares and him in all black), drinks in Canary Wharf (me in 10 inch heels and him in vintage), winter cocktails in Covent Garden (me with my pink 2.55 chanel and him draping himself in fur), a burlesque show in the West End (me in all black apart from my rose gold courts and Michael Kors and him traipsing in Dior), a Cheryl Cole concert at the O2 arena (me in leather trousers and him holding a jug of Cosmo) or us trying to figure out a way to make pink fishnet mesh work in my dressing room.

But it’s not just the clothes, the memories and the designers, it’s the art – his art, my drunken ‘art’, the art of love (or trying I find it), our worshipping of art (whether it be SJP, bitching about Kim K, slamming Britney, or worshipping the queens of the red carpet and the skinny bitches behind a camera!). There is pure talent there, and not necessarily the talent that you make for yourself by having a subscription to Vogue, or trading in your mums vintage for the to-die-for-vintage, or dressing to impress… For me, he was born with it. It’s the air, the blood and all the different organs that put him together and create pure talent-full fabulousness!

Well ya know what, here’s to the men that have come and gone (and stayed!) for the both of us, the fashion faux pas (for the both of us!!) and here’s to the next 50 plus years where this (photographer, stylist, socialite, bitch, editor, realised) man will still be my soul/sole mate… Because no matter what happens I will be wearing my Louboutins as slippers and he might well be taking the trash out in his vintage Hermes.

Love you, DOLL.

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Even after all

I think sometimes people can spend so long trying to convince other people that they are happy, in the hope that these people while help re-convince them that they are truly happy… when maybe they are not. Happiness is a difficult subject, and a difficult thing to try and achieve; but also maintain for a length of time. For some people happiness is simple, and most of the time it is because they don’t know any different from simplicity. Whether that be family, love or their career and education OR all of it. It is not often that one individual can ‘have it all’ and say that yes, they are truly HAPPY. From day-to-day… happy. I can proudly [and safely say] that I know what happiness is, that yes, I have felt that feeling. It wasn’t a time where I only realised that I had it once it had gone. I knew then and there, that I was happy. BUT I also realise that I wasn’t happy because everything was perfect; because at that time things weren’t perfect. If anything I was in a blank space, I was floating… I didn’t know what I wanted to achieve from my life, nor did I know what I was put here for. Although for a while I just stopped, and I believed in the ‘now’ and what was being offered then and there. I even felt so ‘full’ on the happiness that I needed to express it, to as many people as possible. Not to make them jealous, not to rub it in; but because they should [should’ve] been happy for me too – and realise that happiness is yet achievable for everyone. You don’t have to be rich, have an education, have a big family, poor, be in love, have millions of friends, thousands of shoes, be skinny… or perfect. It is achievable.

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And… EVEN AFTER ALL this year has brought me, I may not feel ‘full’ on happiness RIGHT NOW – but at least I know it is achievable for me; and that there is a chance I can have it again.