It's my "Celebrity Confession" day, (err, well wednesday was and it's now thursday, Oops) but I must first confess that it's not my bag. I have a decade old TV attached to a DVD player for my children, but there's no cable and we don't even get the free channels. Once in a while, I watch online shows, but TV isn't really my thing. (Except when I am in Blighty when I overdose on it.) And I only read gossip magazines once every 6 months when I am getting my hair cut. I saw the Helen Mirren confession last week because it was in The Guardian.
Perez Hilton need not sweat in other words.
But, I do remember a confession from back in the day. When dear Boy George as he was being questioned about his sexuality and it hadn't yet become fashionable to be gay or bi, said "Sex? I'd rather have a cup of tea."
Which neatly (in my mind at least) segways into Hooksexup's Confession of the Day:
Is it permissible to not be out there having sex? It seems not.
We are all supposed to be dressed up (or dressed down Williamsburg wannabes) lipsticked and high heeled, if applicable, and out on the town. Flirting with boys, kissing with girls, fingers in arses, tongues in salads. Basically having a rare old raunchy time.
Back in the day, growing up in a town of 20,000 people, no one was ridiculed for not having a boyfriend or girlfriend. I guess it was an accepted fact that there were only so many people to meet in any given week and you couldn't shag all of them. An extended dry spell might raise a few guffaws, but in general it was "allowed".
But in this technological age, there's no excuse. There's Internet dating doncha know? Permanent access to new and exciting people across the globe. Even if you live in East Bumblefuck and there's only one other dater in the vicinity, there's no excuse not to be logged on and having phone sex with someone in a different state. And if you're in New York, LA or London where bodies are a plenty, then you must be some kinda desperate sad sack if you're sat home cutting your toenails.
The pressure is most definitely on.
Now I like dating - well, at least beyond the first date when you've met someone you like and the excitement is building. I like relationships. I really like to have sex. But some days I just can't be bothered. As a 40 year old woman though (actually 41, but that's a story for another day) I am comfortable with myself. If someone was to ridicule my sex life, I'd tell them to do one.
Why does this guy have to pretend to be a player? Maybe he would prefer to be having a cup of tea. Make that cawfee.
Maybe we all need to give each other a break and acknowledge that being home alone doesn't mean you are unattractive or unappealing, but rather that you are a discerning individual comfortable enough in your own skin to opt out. And if your friends tease you for your temporary celibacy and they are under 30, fuck 'em - get new friends. If your friends tease you and they're over 30, get them a few therapy sessions, cos they could surely use the help.
Would someone pass me the clippers...
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