Coming soon!

After I finish my exams, I plan to go on a diatribe about the following topics:

- The infamous Toronto Slutwalk!

- Gender identity in engineering!

- Suicide and depression, and….therapy.

- …and many more things not related to my dating/sex life/lack thereof. I have realized that many of the issues, me and certain other bloggers are fighting in the guise of dating/sex-related things, actually represent systemic problems larger than our individual selves. I have thus the desire to expand the idea of this blog to something greater. Of course, if my personal life fills up with anything, I’d share bits of it, but otherwise, I plan to keep it more open and relatable by discussing issues that effects all our social and sexual lives, whether we are virgins or sluts. This stems from the feeling that I got from reading the blogs of many of the virgins/inexperienced daters around here that there is a lot of self-blame going on with regards to their dissastisfaction in their personal lives, but upon critical examination, it may be revealed that they are merely victimized by a society and a paradigm that favours a certain kind of person. Many of us strive for it, while losing perspective on the fact that the world is chaotic and that there is a niche for all of us, as long as we can assert ourselves and be brave.

I found this article to be one of the most women-positive ones about dating out there. This is written by a man. Somehow, I would almost always trust a man’s opinion about dating than that of a woman.

Guy Talk: Ladies, We’d Prefer You Didn’t Fake It

I read a blog post earlier this month that sounded a familiar refrain: Are single women too independent for their own good? Women’s magazines ask that question, men’s magazines ask that question, and the answer is almost always the same: yes.

Like women, men take pride in doing something well, whether it’s writing a killer brief or throwing a knuckle ball or fixing a broken faucet. But don’t confuse the pleasure of being needed with the need to love and be loved.

The thesis rarely varies: women have become so independent that they no longer need men. They may want men, but they’ll get by without them. That self-sufficiency, so the conventional wisdom goes, is chasing men away. Men, as all these articles invariably say, need regular reminders that we’re indispensable. We need women to have problems that they can’t fix for themselves; if we’re not given the opportunity to prove our usefulness, we feel worthless.

Popular wisdom suggests that women feign helplessness: “Even if you know how to do it, pretend you don’t! Let your guy be the hero once in a while.” Nothing like a little manipulation to establish a relationship on firm footing, right?

As a man, these articles irk me to no end. They’re insulting because they reveal such a low opinion of men. The subtext of these pieces is always the same: despite the outer trappings of civilization, most men are a mixture of the beastly and the heroic. To keep a man from being the former, you have to give him as many chances as possible to be the latter. And in order to give him those chances to be heroic, women have to fake incompetence.

The idea seems to be that while women have evolved leaps and bounds within a generation or two, men are still stuck in the Paleolithic era.

(This is the same rationale that encourages women to fake orgasms—instead of talking to your male partner about what he could do differently, or explaining that you’re not in the mood, or doing some other truthful and healthy thing, we teach wives and girlfriends to feign ecstasy in order to protect the supposedly fragile male ego.)

There are more than a few good men out there, men who are much stronger and emotionally competent than we’re taught to believe. We don’t need women to hide the truth from us, especially if that truth involves pretending you don’t know what you know. We’re better, smarter, and more resilient than that. Despite what a few pop psychologists say, our egos aren’t any more fragile than women’s—there’s no need to infantilize us.

So what’s the real impetus behind these magazine articles urging women to “give up control”? Part of it is unabashed hostility to feminism, the ongoing “backlash” against women’s slow but irresistible march into traditionally male spaces. The oldest trick the anti-feminists have is to use the fear of loneliness against women, setting up a cynical false choice between happy dependence or lonely autonomy. From an anti-feminist standpoint, the more women who can be scared into choosing romance over pursuing their dreams, the longer the glass ceiling stays intact.

But there’s more to it than that. Part of the problem is that we raise too many women to be mistrustful of men. I often ask my female students, most of whom are first-generation college attendees, “How many of you were told to get an education so you wouldn’t have to rely on a man?” At least two-thirds raise their hands, often more. I ask the boys the same question with the sexes reversed, and laughter ensues. You can’t miss the point: while we assume that education is “good” for men, we still send a message to girls that education is a kind of “second-best,” a fall-back option because there are so few good, reliable men. The implication is that if women didn’t find men so disappointing, most women would be blissful about forgoing education in order to be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

These are toxically mixed stories we tell to women. We urge them not to rely on men because men will invariably hurt them—and we urge them to put relationships first, because despite the pain, romance is better than any other kind of success. We tell women to be independent, but not so independent that men can’t demonstrate their usefulness. And we tell women they need to move quickly, because (as the magazines like to claim) biology is ruthlessly unforgiving.

We need to recognize that men want relationships, not jobs. Giving guys tasks so they can demonstrate their prowess may make sense in the workplace, but it’s lousy advice for a love affair or a marriage. Believe it or not, men don’t just want to be valued for what they can do; they want to be valued for who they are and for how well they can connect and love. And it sells men tragically short to suggest otherwise.

Here’s a newsflash: men can multitask. We can differentiate between a boss and a spouse. Like women, men take pride in doing something well, whether it’s writing a killer brief or throwing a knuckle ball or fixing a broken faucet. But don’t confuse the pleasure of being needed with the need to love and be loved.

I deal with other people’s needs all the time. As a father, as a mentor, as a PTA president, and as a college professor who specializes in sexuality and gender, I get a lot of validation from “being there” for other people. Lots of people need me. I like that.

I also like that it’s different in my marriage, partnered with a woman who makes more money than I do and who knows more about fixing things than I do and, truth be told, could knock out most men with one punch. (She’s a veteran boxer.) Our marriage isn’t about what we do for each other. We’re friends, we’re soulmates, we’re lovers, but mostly we’re partners of the kind that runs deeper than mutual need. I fell in love with her strength as well as her beauty. I’m grateful she never pretended to be weaker than she was.

Not all men are alike, of course. But I think most of us want more from a relationship than a to-do list and false praise. We’re not caught between beastliness and heroism. Like women, we’re human beings, longing to love, longing to connect, and longing to be challenged.

Tough Times

I know in my last post I spoke about my poverty…and made it seem like it was something that I sort of share with fellow students. Well, that was sort of true, if it weren’t for the fact that my family too is poor.

This puts me in the interesting position of having no one to turn to in times of financial crisis, except for federal/provincial student aid. The other day, I was at the bank and had to literally gasp at the amount in my checking account…that being in the double digits. Not only have I not paid off my tuition for the year, I have to also take care of rent and food and all the jazz required for the completion of my thesis.

You know, being in impoverished situations doesn’t bring me down as much as the memories associate with it does. My family wasn’t always this poor. We just became so after the big move to Canada. I am a trooper really…but what can erase the painful memories of neglect and dare I say, emotional abuse during my adolescent years?

I know, for a thousand times, I could be the mature one and justify that it wasn’t my parents’ fault. They didn’t know what had hit them, having lived relatively well-off their entire lives, something tells me though, this doesn’t mean they couldn’t afford me the minimum amount of moral support and encouragement needed when I, against all odds, tried to do my best in life and school, despite the rampant bullying and held my head up high. Instead, I was made to feel not good enough, in any way, and conditioned into thinking I will never ever be good enough.

Yes, it really does feel like I’ve accomplished everything on my own, but I am so dearly tired of doing it all alone.

Self-improvement…and a couple of other things

Yesterday, along with many esteemed colleagues across Canada, I went through the Ritual of the Calling of the Engineer. I am currently just mellowing after after a night of drunken revelries. I might have referred to my really intense university program a few times before, but never have I made explicit the extent of my nerdiness. Well there you go. So if any of you readers have questions in either basic or advanced physical and mathematical sciences, feel free to drop me a line. I have an obligation to mentor, you see.

As much as I hate to admit it, for both a lot of girls and boys, especially in their late teens and early twenties, the whole finding a boyfriend/girlfriend/hookup thing becomes so constitutive of what we are supposed to do in that part of our lives, we often neglect our inner true selves, despite all the richness and joy it can provide. This leads to a necessary, albeit seemingly ceaseless cycle, of monotony and feelings of hopelessness, also known as prolonged teenage angst or quarter life crisis, that can cause bouts of low self-esteem when unchecked. Every now and then, it is important for everyone to take some time out and try to grasp the extent of ourselves.

From now, till the end of graduation, I think I will focus more on my interests than usual. I have looked to a lot of inebriated tomfoolery as stress release from my daily drudgery, but I think it’s time to look inward for a few more weeks, true to my introverted self – read books, research music history, and just spend on hours on wikipedia studying the Voynich Manuscript, epistemology and Russian literature, as I rightly should have put aside ample time to do beforehand.

I don’t if it is just me, but I have noticed a trend among the fellow virgins/boyfriendless ladies of being particularly coy. It’s really time to cut it out. Not because I’ve been there and done that, and it was somewhat successful, but because you really got nothing to lose.

Don’t trust my opinion? Here’s an article from College Candy to back me up:

Get off the sidelines and play the dating game.

No matter where you are in your lives, I think taking risks, not only in relationships, but elsewhere in life, is crucial.

Here’s a time Sigur Ros video to inspire y’all.

Moving on

I’m forcing myself to do this. I know, I should’ve done it months ago. But I guess I finally have enough free time to do that now.

I went out with the first guy who asked me out. He is great. Gentlemanly, handsome, intellectually at par with me. Do I feel sparks? Not really. But since he took the initiative I’m going with it. Besides, I could use a little physical intimacy. Life’s pretty stressful lately. He admits readily to having had many, many conquests, and hasn’t backed of yet knowing fully well I am a virgin. To be honest, since my feelings are elsewhere anyway, I wouldn’t mind something casual for now.

At first, I felt pretty crap about it. But I think it’s the only medicine for what I am going through right now. I know I’ve been a sappy mess as evident in my recent posts, but otherwise, it’s an okay time I guess. Growing pains, I’d call this…amidst figuring out what I like, who I am and what kind of people I like…it’s a time to be experimental and get further out of my comfort zone.

Happy belated Valentine’s Day…

As it might be hard to guess, in my life, I’ve largely been anti-Valentine’s…largely anti-romantic love. I don’t know what has changed this year, but I want to extend some good karma everywhere :) .

I really enjoyed some of Girlslashwoman’s links from her Valentine’s day post. I think recently with the amount of school work I have, and a creeping fear for the oncoming future has made me uneasy about myself. I guess I can wake up in the morning and look at myself and say that everything I’ve accomplished today has been through my sole effort. Being one of the few people my age (21) who are completely independent of parental support, it can be both a highly liberating and lonely thought.

I’ve downplayed my need for love, not just in the romantic sense, but also the familial sense in the past few years. Instead, I’ve focused on me lack of experience in dating and sexuality. When I say this out loud, it sounds kind of sad to me, especially since it implies I have taken my great group of peers for granted. Who knows where I would be without them. I guess love for me became one of those quotidian cliches that I could take or leave. It provided me with no thrill. In comparison, the thrill of chasing boys with all my perceived handicaps represented a much adventurous pursuit. Sometimes, it wasn’t the boys themselves, but the idea of conquest drove me. Each time, I got closer to something, I gave myself a pat on the back because I thought it was hell, that’s impressive, me being an independent brown university student, surviving under the poverty line, in the New World, where none of my family members around my age have ever been. It never occurred to me that love, or real connection, didn’t require a certain set of traits or characteristics. I believed I wasn’t worthy of love, at least not now, in my current state of poverty and volatile living conditions. There’s a lot of irrationality going on here, especially when I realize, my off-campus living arrangements aren’t too different from many fellow student ghetto dwellers. My fixation with my poverty made me overlook the good things in life, or at least take them for granted.

Now that I have been paying closer attention to my domestic duties, it seems that I don’t have to go beyond my financial means to feel secure and proud of my home. Feeling good about my home makes me feel proud, even though I am a slob. It’s nice to think that I can invite friends over and arrange entertainment.

So back to my issues of love….yeah, I guess deep down I felt I wasn’t yet deserving of true romantic love, and that I should take whatever I get. I know I have been going on about a mystery boy for a while now, and I think it’s time to clean about all this. So I will.

I met him in September, but as luck would have it, he moved far far away. I’ve never felt anything akin to sparks immediately upon meeting someone, but it was there this time. I remember wearing my least flattering outfit and wandering the city with him till 3 in the morning and not feeling out of place. Nothing physical happened between us beyond hugging, not even when he returned for Christmas and we hung out every single day. And somehow, I had the nerve to show him how I feel, and he said he felt similarly, but by that time, it was too late – he had gone back.

Now you guys must be wondering? What’s the use of obsessing? I’ll tell you what. I never thought I could like someone so much, without changing myself. And that they could like me back and we would have so many common and complementary interests. It’s like the universe mocking you and simultaneously giving you so much to hope for, hope that you don’t even know is false or not.

I guess this is where an element of personal responsibility comes in. It’s not nice to leave each other hanging, and yearning, especially when a workable solution doesn’t present itself in the foreseeable future. To prevent myself from being hurt, I devised two scenarios.

1. He doesn’t actually like me. He can get away with saying he does just because he doesn’t have to own up to the facts if he is here. This way, he makes himself seem like a gentleman, and protect my feelings.

2. I’d stop all contact with him and hopefully this will all memory of each other.

Notice how scenario 1 shows so much insecurity on my part, and is probably quite unlikely. My rational mind can see that, but during my weakest times, it’s what I tell myself to make myself feel better. I keep telling myself – “Hey, you’re a poor little geek. He is a starving artist. He can have as many groupies as he wants in the world. Why you?” What’s probably more likely is that he is less sure of acting on his feelings for me…I don’t know, what do you guys think? Why would a starving, brilliant artist, want anything to do with me?

I tried scenario 2, with the stopping off all contact. But Valentine’s day came around, and he sent me stuff (digital stuff – about the philosophy of love). Don’t know what to make of it. I wish I never met him.

Things learned in January 2011

1. If you try to date someone who is more socially awkward than you, make sure you have ample time, patience and a list of things to talk about when in doubt.

2. Being nice to people and extending courtesy has many long term benefits.

3.Crying makes it better. But only cry for things that are worth crying over.

Now to address each point.

1. I tried to date the guy I have been hinting about for a very long time. So far, not much has worked out due to his, um, awkwardness (seriously, what can you expect from someone even reserved to his family?). It took a bit of toll in my time, so the ball is in his court now. I refuse to care any further. If he wanted a fling, I was willing to give him that, but if you really want a fling with someone, you should probably not introduce him or her to your family, or tell them a good chunk of your life story.

2. Your travel buddies that you met ages ago make great 2 day flings (nothing sexual) and you don’t even feel bad about it afterwards. NSA makeouts and possibly sex, can indeed possibly be not ruining! Even for virgins!

3. I feel better about crying about career related shortcomings than failed relationships….makes me feel superior.

4. Additional question for readers: How does one break out of one’s predominant social circle?

So…

Happy new year everyone!

I made some interesting ballsy moves within the first week!

Guy I keep mentioning was in town, we hung out as usual. No moves were made. When he left, I fessed up and he apparently feels the same way!

Now for all the woes of what happens next! Don’t you love kicking introverted little freaks out of their comfort zones and have them bleed emotion in front of you? Well, in this case, it’s happening to both of us. Wish us luck :P

As some of you may know, this blog started right after the first year of my undergraduate career, during a summer which was uneventful and in which I had been diagnosed with clinical depression. It seemed that all the mustered up courage and conviction in myself from my refreshingly non-stereotypical and yet teenage angst-laden high school experience had suddenly evaporated to replace constant self-doubt and the bad kind of existentialist tendencies. Throughout this time, I had made various mistakes outside of the realm of just fucking up potential relationships and being generally angry at more than a few things outside of my control. All the stupid teenage shit that I was able to avoid due to my formidable wisdom (such as being a topic of gossip…you don’t have to worry about these things when you are invisible and can shut everyone up with your rampant intellectual elitism), caught up to me in university. I guess initially I did not have the skills or knowledge to combat these things, but remnants of my former zeal has helped me through things.While I continue to struggle internally with many issues, I put on a facade of strength which seems to work in my favour most of the time. That however, does not change the fact that my family will never accept the extent of my whole self, and will continue to expose me to a Mad Men-life world.

I have noticed an important distinction between my views on love and sex that differ from most of my virgin brethren’s take. This epiphany is triggered by some ongoing reflection on my own feminist ideals as well as the Virgin Diaries thing that girlslashwoman introduced me to. I am not much for the Disney take on things that most virgins, or at lest the female ones, seem to be keen on. I am not sure if my aversion to that ideology has been ingrained me due to observing the relationships of people around me, especially those of my parents (who despite financial/excuse for emotional support, created and continue create a home environment toxic to the soul of a burgeoning freethinking woman). In terms of actually losing my virginity, I’d let it happen in a discrete and safe manner, with someone I trust and respect. Romantic love is a construct that I am not sure is a priority at this point in my life. I guess I’ve always been one of those people who have seen the hollowness in that construct, but the simultaneous awareness of it as a construct makes it seem malleable, such that when you find a suitable person, you can make that construct bend to your collective will.

Speaking of romantic love and how it is actually just a construct, the boy I spoke of last, has still been talking to me (he’s been initiating conversation), introduced me to this. I don’t care about a romantic relationship blossoming between us anymore, but I am enjoying the process of rattling each other’s brains.

In addition to this, I feel like this is something you all should check out. Despite having no sexual experience whatsoever, and having completely different interests, I have more in common with Lena Chen than most virgins I know in real life, and online.

Fall update

Excuse the lack of posts in the last little while. According to Canadian university student standards, I just marched right on through hell and came back. Kudos to me I guess.

On the other hand I am both impressed and baffled by how I have been handling some issues. I have never been much for having an emotional voice revolting inside of me, but there has been a strong sense of self that or what is proverbially known as strong character shaped by years of being the underdog. I feel like it is starting to manifest itself in ways I no longer understand.

I guess I am building resilience in an unhealthy way. Let me explain.

You know one of those attention-hogging kids in the sandbox when you were like 5? Those girls in elementary school who insisted they lead the group? Well, take a pseudo-adult shameless sycophant version of that who is my age be in charge of parts of my work that uses other people to get by and admits it to the world. She is so much of an exhibitionist sycophant that everyone knows of her ways (cause she blindly announces her plans to everyone). Well she annoys the fuck out of everyone anyway, but somehow everyone puts up with her. She treated me like crap and I still took it like it was nothing. She has picked on me my entire undergraduate career and I have done nothing about it. That either shows: a) I am a fucking Buddha, or b) I really have no backbone/desensitized to bullshit beyond humanly acceptable, or c) I just don’t have the energy to go around shaming someone who I clearly don’t think is my equal. I haven’t quite figured out which one, or which combination of the above it is yet.

You know the guy I mentioned earlier? I am not sure if I am just intellectual entertainment to him, or anything remotely in human form. We have discussed many things as we have kept in touch online, he has mentioned being back in town, asked me about my Christmas plans etc. etc. I truly do see him as a friend, at least for now, because I like to establish that sort of equality before going into anything. If you don’t treat me as a human being first, you’re not really worth my time. That being said, more than anyone else in my life before, he and I have the most in common, and he has treated me the best so far. I am not sure if that means anything, especially on his part. I wish he would just not exist sometimes; it would give me a sort of peace of mind in knowing that I truly am alone at this moment. I can’t take his teasing anymore.

I guess I am getting progressively lonelier in my life. My friends are getting busier and much more scattered. Part of me wants to move the hell away from here right after I graduate. Far, far away somewhere.