Feeling the Fear
Description
Why Is Self-Esteem Important For Dating?
Top Free and Paid Online Dating Websites
Seizing New Dating Opportunities
The Perfect Movie Date at Home
Single Men Don’t Have Body Image Issues
What Makes a Good Man or a Good Woman?
Equating ‘Sexuality’ with Male Sexuality
Why in the World Would I Ever Get Married?
How Jealousy Can Work For Us
The Catalano Generation is Revolutionizing Dating
Mexico City's Short-Term Marriage Proposal
Even in Relationship You’re All Alone
I Lack the Commitment Gene
Stop Crying and Be a Man
Fear. Going to my next performance, alone. No greeting kiss at the end. Having an audience, but missing the one. Trying on a new style, teaching a new class, then not downloading it all over red wine and slices of tomato from the garden. Coming home instead to my cat and the pint of ice cream I shouldn’t have bought.
Fear. Incessantly checking the phone for a text that won’t be there. Since I was in the other room though, it could have beeped without me hearing it. Twice, because it always beeps once letting me know it arrived, then waits somewhere between 5-10 minutes and beeps again to remind me to pick-up-the-fuckin’-phone already. Twice to let me know that if I think I might have missed the first, not hearing it beep again after 5-10 minutes emphatically states without a shadow of a doubt there is no good morning text, mid-day check-in, or good night message.
Fear. Only the good stuff remains. The circle fights where we end up both quiet, worn, and wearily eying the other after battling opposite sides as if we were speaking two different languages, or at least dialects where the accent is too thick to understand, fade out. The desire for him to own his anxiety and share that with me, the desire for me to not be so up then down, diminishes. Daily connection seems the supreme point of being human. Lacking that makes one feel less than so.
Fear. Trying desperately to push the loneliness away, or at least not get stuck in the spiral of servitude to the devil of desire. Knowing I can take all the booze, pot, sugar in the world and scoop it into a pile on my living room floor and nose-dive into its abyss, only to come out with a bigger hole in the pit of my stomach. But desire reaches up and grabs me by the neck when someone isn’t there to steady me with an outstretched arm. (Though we are all always alone and never fully so.)
Fear. Lacking clarity. Not feeling like reaching out. Seeing him with another her. Wondering if it’s me and my inability to accept others for who they are. Wondering if it’ll always be that way. Meeting another him. Accepting a date even when I look at him and think, “no way in hell.” Missing universal connection due to wallowing. Waking up at 3 in the morning and not being able to go back to sleep. Feeling like a fraud. Making a mistake. Having made the biggest mistake.
Fear. Doing it all over again.
Top Free and Paid Online Dating Websites
Seizing New Dating Opportunities
The Perfect Movie Date at Home
Single Men Don’t Have Body Image Issues
What Makes a Good Man or a Good Woman?
Equating ‘Sexuality’ with Male Sexuality
Why in the World Would I Ever Get Married?
How Jealousy Can Work For Us
The Catalano Generation is Revolutionizing Dating
Mexico City's Short-Term Marriage Proposal
Even in Relationship You’re All Alone
I Lack the Commitment Gene
Stop Crying and Be a Man
Fear. Going to my next performance, alone. No greeting kiss at the end. Having an audience, but missing the one. Trying on a new style, teaching a new class, then not downloading it all over red wine and slices of tomato from the garden. Coming home instead to my cat and the pint of ice cream I shouldn’t have bought.
Fear. Incessantly checking the phone for a text that won’t be there. Since I was in the other room though, it could have beeped without me hearing it. Twice, because it always beeps once letting me know it arrived, then waits somewhere between 5-10 minutes and beeps again to remind me to pick-up-the-fuckin’-phone already. Twice to let me know that if I think I might have missed the first, not hearing it beep again after 5-10 minutes emphatically states without a shadow of a doubt there is no good morning text, mid-day check-in, or good night message.
Fear. Only the good stuff remains. The circle fights where we end up both quiet, worn, and wearily eying the other after battling opposite sides as if we were speaking two different languages, or at least dialects where the accent is too thick to understand, fade out. The desire for him to own his anxiety and share that with me, the desire for me to not be so up then down, diminishes. Daily connection seems the supreme point of being human. Lacking that makes one feel less than so.
Fear. Trying desperately to push the loneliness away, or at least not get stuck in the spiral of servitude to the devil of desire. Knowing I can take all the booze, pot, sugar in the world and scoop it into a pile on my living room floor and nose-dive into its abyss, only to come out with a bigger hole in the pit of my stomach. But desire reaches up and grabs me by the neck when someone isn’t there to steady me with an outstretched arm. (Though we are all always alone and never fully so.)
Fear. Lacking clarity. Not feeling like reaching out. Seeing him with another her. Wondering if it’s me and my inability to accept others for who they are. Wondering if it’ll always be that way. Meeting another him. Accepting a date even when I look at him and think, “no way in hell.” Missing universal connection due to wallowing. Waking up at 3 in the morning and not being able to go back to sleep. Feeling like a fraud. Making a mistake. Having made the biggest mistake.
Fear. Doing it all over again.
Début de l'événement
10.01.2022
Fin de l'événement
10.01.2022