Thursday 27 October 2016

A Girls Guide To Fucking Without Feelings



fuck buddy
noun
vulgar slang
  1. a friend or acquaintance with whom a person regularly has sex without the expectation of a romantic relationship.

Two simple words that easily become overcomplicated if you don't have your wits about you and your shit firmly together.

At least when it comes to fun without commitment.
Something us girls seem to have serious issues with,
so I'm here to simplify things as well as give you all a little bit of friendly advice.

Think of me as an Ecstasy Aunt.

But before I begin I would like to make a few things very, very clear.
This is not me, Mimi Jane Crompton, whoring myself out or inviting men I don't know to try it on with me.
I'm not fucking interested.
If I was, I'd be in your bed.
Got it?
Good.

And another thing.
I'd like to make it quite clear that I'm not advocating faking anything here, I'm definitely not saying pretend you don't like someone in order to get them to carry on sleeping with you, what I am saying is if you're not looking for a relationship and you want to have a terribly fun time with an array of tasty delights,  I'm here to tell you how.


This is a no nonsense guide to fucking without feelings, so if you're an overemotional little bitch, please look away now.
By without feelings I mean finding people to have a lovely time with that you don't need to get attached to.
Although if you do happen to get attached don't for fuck sake be so silly as to turn a blind eye to it.

If you ask me, one night stands are for morons.
They've never been en vogue and never will be.
You don't know what you're getting yourself into and theres every chance you'll catch something that'll make you itch.
Completely unappealing if you ask me.

But if you're out of a relationship, you're not looking for anything with any meaning just yet,

-which may I add is totally fucking fine and I actually highly recommend it.
Being single in your twenties is an absolute necessity in order to learn and grow on your own.-

Back on track ladies, you're a functioning human, you're bloody well going to have itches that need scratching
(not the kind you'll need antibiotics for)
So what's a girl to do?

You find someone(s) to be at your beck and booty call thats what.

Let me just make something crystal clear;

If you are a woman who is sexually active, enjoys sex and actively seeks it,

THIS DOES NOT MAKE YOU A SLUT OR A WHORE.

So fuck off with your  judgemental stone age wanker ideas of how a woman should be.
Women have the right to do exactly as they wish with their own body.
Recent studies have actually shown that women are less well suited to monogamy than men!
And believe it or not, women have a big old sex drive too, you stuck up old prudes.
Women want sex just as much as men and this drive is "not, for the most part, sparked or sustained by emotional intimacy and safety."
Well, well, well.
Women aren't meek little housewives who wear chastity belts and have to wait until they're married until they can open their legs.
And we aren't out to use sex purely as a means to get what we want or to provoke monogamous emotional intimacy, we just really like sex too.

 I'm not promoting fucking around without a care for yourself or others.
Or fucking about with any Tom, Dick or Harry.
You need to hone in on who floats your boat and stick with them, not accept any invitations of sex from strangers.

 What I am advocating is this;
consensual intimacy with other people without expecting it becoming anything other than just great sex.

Sex doesn't only perk you up and feel fucking great about yourself, it also boosts your immune system, lowers blood pressure,  reduces the risk of heart attacks and eases stress.

So where are you supposed to find these fuckers?

Little black books are a thing of the past.
Instead we have a whole world of opportunity at our fingertips.
Tinder, Grindr, Facebook, Instagram.
All platforms with a smorgasbord of girls and boys to tickle your fancy at the click of a direct message.
All you need is a little blind faith, gumption and a pinch of self confidence and you're laughing.

Tinder is literally a walking advertisement for bonking.
If you like the look of someone all you have to do is message them, meet them, see if they float your boat and wham bam thank you ma'am, you're cooking with gas.
Other than that you might like to go out and actually scout the lucky fuckers.
I mean everywhere is a potential 'pick up' place.
Take Marks and Spencer's for example.
The gentleman cashier tried his luck big time by writing his number on my receipt a few weeks ago.
Let me reiterate that, the cashier in the fucking food hall where I was buying my chocolate almond milk tried it on with me.
And you think you can't find someone to get your kicks with?
Unfortunately for him, he was not as deliciously appealing as the chocolate almond milk I was purchasing and I decided to leave him on the shelf.

Go make small talk, get their name, stalk the bastards on Facebook and every known social platform known to make then send them a cheeky message to get the ball rolling.
Piece of cake, just be ballsy.
If they aren't completely taken aback and think all their christmases have come at once, fuck them off.

Firstly, this is a person purely for your sexual gratification, not a potential boyfriend or girlfriend.
That information needs to be very clear from the get go.
In your head and vocally said to whomever you plan on boning.
Saying that there are a select few people who just slot nicely into the role of a fuck buddy without having to have that conversation.
You'll know them immediately, mainly recognisable by the fact that they'll only be around if they/you fancy a bit of the other.

This is a time to be very straight about what you want from someone. 
You're not trying to please them unless you're both naked, so grow some balls and lay the law.

The trick of casual sex is being attracted to someone enough to want to sleep with them but not enough to want anything more.
You just have to basically really fucking fancy them.
But be sensible enough to know that you aren't compatible in any other way.

Because once we sleep with someone, emotions do have an awful habit of bubbling to the surface and we can't have feelings getting in the way of perfectly good sex now can we.
(Mother Nature needs to go to a few tantric sex classes, grow a pair of balls and man the fuck up)

There are wonderful people out there, the ones emotions never bubble up with no matter how wonderful they are in bed and these are the people you're looking for.
They're usually the devilishly handsome tall men with an ego the size of Mummy and Daddies cheque book and generally thought of as an enormous wanker.
And believe it or not in this situation, thinking they're a bit of a wanker is a good thing.
You don't really want or need to have anything in common with these people, conversation needn't flow because lets face it, the only words you really want them to be saying are dirty ones, assuming you're into that sort of thing.

I really wouldn't recommend letting anyone stay after the dirty deed is done, a fuck me then fuck off approach needs to be taken.
Because you're not there to make them fucking breakfast.
If cir-cum-stances absolutely dick-tate 
(oh this is pun heaven) 
that they have to stay then you have two options;
you can offer them tea in the morning which is universal code "for thanks for that now fuck off" without actually having to say it.

Or

you can just tell them to sling their hook.
Like I said, you're not trying to impress unless you're between the sheets (or up against a wall) it's a given they find you desirable enough to bone you, who cares if they think you're an upstanding citizen or a decent person.

I suggest going to them, that way you can leave whenever you please.
Parents houses are a no no, find someone with their own place.
You can absolutely afford to be picky here.
What you're wanting to avoid is the after sex intimacy.
For fuck sake no after fumble cuddling
No kissing 
Absolutely no hand holding.
They try and hold your fucking hand, you punch them in the face.
There are different levels of intimacy, smashing your bodies together in a race for an orgasm can be intimate if theres a connection but it can also simply be a release of energy.
Hand holding is too intimate and you'll fall dick first into an emotional fuck hole.


Keep the fuck to your own side of the bed, no touching what-so-ever.
This is absolutely crucial to maintaining a 'healthy' arrangement.
Take it from an old campaigner, I've fallen massively for the old "would you like my arm to sleep under?" line when I meant to purely keep things platonic.
Because it's human to want to be close to someone, especially if you've just slept with them but seriously trust me on this one.
You sleep under that arm and you're fucked mate.
You're well on your way into emotional dick sand.
Here meaning, mistaking really good sex for actual affection.

Staying at someone else's gaff unfortunately means that you probably won't be getting that much sleep.
Because sleeping next to someone you're trying to remain aloof with means you're going to be worrying about the following;
 is your face squished in an unflattering manner ?
does your hair look ok?
lord have mercy, what if you dribble or snore or any other bodily functions happen without your control whilst you're slumbering away?
christ, does he snore?
Oh fuck, will my fake tan come off on their sheets?
what the fuck is this bedding?
Is this nylon?
why doesn't he have more than two pillows on the whole bed? (personally I like two pillows under wherever I lay my fair head.)

You see the majority of men usually have decorative pillows which are no use to man nor beast for their beds (fuck knows why) and in my desperate ploy to make myself more comfortable, I have gone to extremes and used one of the itchy little bastards (because they are usually a shitty scratchy cotton imitation) which, I do not recommend.
So short of taking your own pillow, you're fucked.
Which all leads to little to no sleep, unless you're absolutely fucking off your tits drunk.
So there's always that option.

Ladies, this also means sleeping with your make-up firmly on.
No getting up and removing the illusion after you're finished doing the no pants dance.

See while this whole thing is definitely about about being comfortable with someone, it's not about being THAT comfortable.
No one really wants to wake up next to a bare faced puffy little beast when they've gone to bed with a beauty.
Better to have mascara smudged across your face and go for the disheveled look than scare the living shit out of the poor man and risk never seeing him again.

So you're going to need a few choice items in your bag to get you through the next morning.
Now I wouldn't suggest hanging around anytime at all unless theres a cup of tea or morning sex on the agenda so you'll only need a few basic things to get you the fuck out of there looking half decent asap.

1.
Taking a toothbrush is a bit overkill but you could get one of those cheeky little fold away ones and a little tiny bottle of travel toothpaste.
For fuck sake, under pain of death, keep both in your handbag at all times.
Nothing sends the shits up a man more than a toothbrush.
Seriously.
Offer a man a toothbrush at your house and they will run a fucking mile, even though you're only offering for hygienic 'brush your fucking teeth, you taste like a hamster cage, I'm not coming anywhere near you with breath like that' purposes.
I've been known to use the man in questions, if i'm going anywhere near them with my mouth and vice versa then using their toothbrush is not a problem in my eyes, but then some men are touchy little bitches and have a problem with it.
Which wouldn't stop me and it shouldn't stop you either.
Just be coy about it.
But if you too are a bit of a wimp go for the easiest option of travel size mouthwash.
Swish it about a bit, rub your teeth with your finger.
Fucking sorted.

2.
Face wipes.
Multipurpose, no need to go into details but ladies, freshen the fuck up.

3.
Perfume.
Squish, et voila.

4.
Make up.
The whole hog or just the basics.
If you've followed my golden rule of sleeping in your make up you're only going to need to fix it up a bit, which is where the face wipes come in handy.
Red lipstick is a fail proof life saver.
Teamed with a good pair of...

5.
Sunglasses.
Always, always carry sunglasses in your bag.
Especially for sleepovers.

6.
Hair shit.
Pins, clips, whatever you need to look semi-presentable.
Hairspray. Perhaps a hat if you're that kind of girl.

7.
Deodorant.
Duh.

8.
Phone charger.
Portable charging bank ones are preferable.

9.
A change of knickers.

Always keep your bag near or in their bathroom.
Quick touch ups here and there made simple.
Happy days.

Oh, and for fuck sake make sure you've got all your goods when you leave.
You might decide you're done with them by the time you're out the door then remember you've only gone and left your shitting watch on their dresser.
Do make sure you don't forget anything.

Find out about their sexual health.
Being in the know about what they've had and haven't had is not you being a prissy little princess, it means you have respect for your body and yourself and you ain't taking no prisoners when it comes to keeping yourself tidy.
Nothing is more of a mood killer than an STI.
Don't lose your nerve and gain a nasty little rash.
If it turns out the other party has had anything nasty,
ABORT MISSION, I REPEAT, ABORT MISSION.

For fuck sake use birth control. 
Your preferred method of course, although saying they can kneel at the altar without singing in church, if you catch my drift, is an absolute fucking no no.
Condoms are the devils work but whack one of those bad boys on if needs must.
Carrying one in your purse/wallet means your a bloody baller, not a pervert or a loser.
We're adults here.
And if there are any mishaps he pays for the morning after pill.
If he has a problem with it you tell him to man the fuck up and remind him £28 is better than a lifetime's commitment to a child.
Also have nothing more to do with them if they act like a little bitch at a time like this.

Dinners out of the question but drinks are kind of necessary until you're comfortable enough to jump into bed with them.
Breakfast and Lunch are off the menu.
Coffee or tea the next morning is acceptable.

For the love of jesus find someone reliable.
This is not about playing games to keep one another interested, ok?
So we're not going to play that 'oh i'll wait a few days to reply and keep him interested' bullshit.
The sex should be the only thing that keeps you going back and the only thing you get in touch for.
If you request a little pillow talk they don't reply quick enough for your liking, drop them like they're fucking hot.
Seriously.
This is supposed to be easy and carefree.
Not you sitting wondering why the fuck they haven't messaged you back which in turn, is a turn off and just generally fucking rude.
This is where it's handy to keep a few balls in the air at once.
Because if one 'ball' doesn't come up trumps - and you really need that itch scratched - all you have to do it get in touch with your other 'buddy'.
Speaking of speaking, keep it to an absolute minimum when you're not together.
If you find yourself wanting to hear from them for anything other than sex, you need to re-think what you actually want from them.

Don't be so infantile to ask when they want to see you again.
Simply leave it as 'I'll get in touch with you when I want you' kind of thing.
Because being a bitch is sexy.

Stay golden pony boy.










Saturday 1 October 2016

The Blind Leading The Blind Part 3


Number 26.
Never trust anyone who puts any of the following emoji's on your picture.
The little fire sign
The dancing latino girl in the red dress
The strong muscle arm
The two finger peace sign
and last but definitely not least, the fucking winky face.
No no no no no.

Oh! and the bloody punchy fist emoji? No.
Fuck boy 2k16.

Number 27.
First kisses are often weird.
Hang in there soldier.
Second kiss weird?
Run.
For the hills.
There's no chemistry there and you're wasting your sodding time.


Number 28.
There is no code to go by. 
No pocket sized rule book that tells you what's right and wrong.
 No manual that you can look up certain behaviour in or manual to decipher why someone is acting a certain way.
 It's constant guess work unless you have the gumption to outright ask what's going on in someone's head. 
Even then, good fucking luck trying to figure out what they're actually saying, because people are oh so into avoiding talking about anything of any real importance, and honesty?
What's honesty?
The best you can do is realise what works and doesn't work for you.
Then go by that.
One must master a world in which one is whole without outside validation. 

Number 29.
If it ain't you, it ain't you. You could do backflips on his dick and have an arse stuffed with diamonds.
But if it ain't you, it ain't fucking you.
 And that's not something to be sad about, believe me, If you aren't for someone, they certainly aren't for you.
It's a two way street. If someone else pulls away you, thank them.
For saving you from the prolonged bullshit brigade you'd be in for if you stuck around.
Don't get caught in the three ring shit show.
The sooner you take a step back from a situation and see whats really going on. i.e., wanky behaviour, suss it out, realise that its horse shit and move the fuck on.
Don't, for the love of all things holy, cling onto things that do not serve you or be upset because you no longer have draining, life sucking arse wipes in your life anymore.
Have some self respect.

Number 30.
Please do yourself a favour and don't look at other peoples relationships as something to be envious of.
She's probably faking her orgasms and he's most likely fantasising about the girl he saw on the bus.

Number 31.
Flattery is appealing. 
Do be careful not to get caught up in someone because you're lonely and they showed you a bit of attention/affection/flashed you a bit of ankle.
Make sure you get into situations with other people for the right reasons or you'll be up shit creek without a paddle.

Number 32.
You don't have to pay avid attention to every little thought that pops into your head, especially after midnight.
Unless it's an artistic one.
Run with those.
The best creative work gets done late at night.
Emotional thoughts after midnight?
No.
Bin them.
 Come back to them in the morning, I promise they will look very different in the cold light of day, and if they don't, well then you can act on them.
Get it?
 Good.
You're welcome.


Number 33.
Before making a major change to your hair, for example, cutting the whole bastarding thing off because it didn't play ball that day, I implore you to simply get some lowlights/highlights and see how you feel in a few days.
 Especially if you're a girl.
 Please for fuck sake check where you are in your cycle and put off the chop until your little hormones have balanced out a bit.
You'll thank me later.

Number 33.5
Refrain from making any big decisions when you're on your period.
That goes for you too men, with your monthly freak outs.

Number 34.
Don't buy cheap shoes.

They hurt and say a hell of a lot about you before you even open your mouth.

Number 35.
People get really nasty when they don't get their own way.
Pay no attention to them and their passive aggressive bullshit.
It takes up so much energy that you could be doing far better and more important things for yourself with.
Don't rise to their selfish emotional blackmail, don't try and fight your corner or explain, just ignore and internally curse their name and wish small pox upon them,
 or herpes.

Number 36.
A tan makes the world of difference. 

Number 37.
Red lipstick is a pick me up in a little plastic tube.
Apply liberally for instant lift/sex appeal.

Men, for you its a long sleeved, boat neck, tight but not too tight cotton top.

Number 38.
Don't ask questions if you're not capable of receiving an unwanted answer.

Number 39.
Never laugh at a man without his trousers on.
Trust me, it doesn't go down well.
Or at all after your little giggling fit.
Bare it in mind.

Gag intended.


Number 40.
People are made to think that it's not ok to change your mind or be undecided about something.
I'm here to tell you fuck em'.
In the eye, with a spoon.
It is perfectly ok to change your mind, more than ok, healthy and darn right bloody human.
It means you have a mind of your own to think with!
And if anyone makes you feel bad about it you have my permission to set fire to their arm hair/sideburns and whip them with wet tea towels.

Number 40.5
Try your very hardest not to get used to things being a certain way, things are ever changing and although it's a little bit of a scary thing, its also an absolute fucking blessing.
The sooner you give into the change and know that it is an enormous part of life and of great importance to keep everything fresh and new, the happier you'll be.

Number 41.
Don't say stuff you don't mean just to get a reaction.
Bad juju lies afoot.
Seriously, because you'll just feel like a bloody idiot after.
And you'll look like one to boot.

Number 42.
Ice cream, especially sorbet (raspberry), is acceptable at any hour of the day.

Number 43.
It's the 21st Century, fuck boys and girls are running around like headless chickens boning anything that moves, remember that there is a very good chance you won't hear from them after you've done the no pants dance.
Are you emotionally stable enough to deal with that?
Yes?
Carry on my friend, keep yourself nice though.
No?
Don't bloody do it, get a cat and take selfies with it.
Make a bloody cat shrine, floss, don't for the love of Mary, take your knickers off in front of a boy.

Number 44.
Stop using text/facebook/whatsapp messages to say things you can't say in person.
Grow some balls and say whatever you want to with conviction.

Number 45.
WhatsApp freaks me out.

Number 46.
The guy/girl you're talking to at the moment, imagine them without their top on.
Did you laugh?
Fuck off the idea of sleeping with them there and then.
If the thought of them in the all together doesn't leave your undercarriage skipping in anticipation then I'm afraid you've just found yourself another pal.
Take them out for ice cream to soften the blow.

Number 47.
Please cling onto childlike enthusiasm.
Once you lose, it you're fucked.

Number 48.
Cool it with the texpectations.
Don't text someone if a not getting a quick reply is going to bruise your ego.
People are busy.

 - Ignoring you mainly -

Send the text regardless.
Then get on with your life.
Calm the fuck down.
Be cool.
they're probably feeding their unicorn.
washing their socks.
talking to leprechauns.

Number 49.
Look at the sky around six thirty in the evening, especially in October.

Number 50.
If drinking pumpkin spice lattes makes you a basic white bitch,
then white bitch me up, Scotty.
They're fucking spectacular.