For those of you who follow any of my entries on here, if you know anything about me, you know this one thing: I like sex. I like it a lot and I have made the argument on here, multiple times, that a lady can still be a lady and have sex whenever SHE wants…including the first date.

But I did something this past weekend that I haven’t done in five years: I did NOT have sex when I wanted to, and could have.

A man who I’ve had a flirtatious relationship with for the last 10 months has recently been coming on more strongly. He’s been asking me out on ‘official’ dates and telling me how it drives him nuts that I hook up with other guys but I have never attempted to even touch him. (And I laughed some sort of maniacal laugh in my head at that one…I loved finding out that I was driving him crazy with desire. I’m real sick like that.)

We made some plans for Saturday night and I blew them off. I was busy with my writing and had no desire to leave my neighborhood. I kindly let him know that he was welcome to meet me in my neighborhood, but that I was on too much of an artistic kick to travel. (He’s an artist, so I didn’t expect this to be weird for him to hear at all). And apparently, it wasn’t weird for him, because he got in a car and drove over. Read More »

I’ve got a good group of guy friends here in LA that I grew up with. Having friends from home alongside me in such a huge city is amazing. These guys are literally like family. I consider them brothers and if, for whatever reason, I had to call them and ask them to pick me up somewhere an hour away and to bring cash with them…they would do it in an instant and they would do it at any hour, too. Our bond is solid.

I have watched them go through girls the same way that they have watched me go through guys. I make it clear to any guy that I date that they need to respect these guys and treat them the same way they would treat my own brother if I were introducing them to him. For the most part, the guys that I have dated have totally understood this and everything on this frontier has gone rather smoothly. But the girls that my dudes date aren’t always understanding. Read More »

I’ve always said I wanted a boyfriend who could sing.

Then I found one, and he ended up being a jackass, but that had nothing to do with the singing. The singing made the douche-ness bearable for far too long.

The singing…was wonderful.

And yes, maybe it’s a bit narcissistic to want your name in a song, or know that when he says something about brown eyes, he’s talking about you. It may seem a little selfish, but DAMN it feels good.

There are a ton of artists that I am now on a mission to have write songs about me. So, by the time these delicious men are popular enough to be on the radio (though they already should be) and they mention something about, “this girl, that I love” you can say, “Hey, I know that girl!”

Even if the songs aren’t about me….listen to them anyways, and you can fantasize that they’re about you, it’s a fun game to play.

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I’ll admit it right here, right now: I’ve always been a total sucker for the “artsy” guy. Now that I’m venturing into single early twenties territory, I’m sorta wishing Kurt Cobain hadn’t been my love interest when I was younger.

If I could have just had a super crush on a lawyer…or even a football player…maybe everything would be more normal in my love life.

Maybe I wouldn’t find myself waking up on an air mattress in a loft in Williamsburg… pinching myself and then repeating over and over, “He’s an ARTIST, Elizabeth…he’s an ARTIST.”

But I’m an artist, too. Hell, all I do is write everything from books to songs all day. I even paint. And take pictures. And I dance. And I do mosaic. AND I sleep on a REAL bed in a real apartment that has heat and cable and plants that aren’t dead.

And so I sit on the train pondering this question. With every hipster/artsy looking boy I see, I wonder if he too sleeps on an air mattress. Is this a prerequisite for being cool?

Certainly, my artist lovers past….which would be…ugh…all of my lovers past…didn’t all sleep on air mattresses. In fact, I can only think of one other.

And then I realized: Read More »