Sex Addict vs Pseudo Postfeminist

Ok, so, this sex addicted acquaintance of mine has been trying to get me to sleep with him for quite a while now.  I blow him off (pun intended) because me being quite vulnerable makes me quite susceptible to other people's problems, tending to make them my own.  

Also, because I cannot enjoy bodily intertwining without a deep emotional connection.

Now being the pseudo postfeminist that I am, the intercourse junkie takes his defeat by throwing all the superannuated feminist clichés at me.  He sees me as this man hating, a-sexual, bitter cat lady but I honestly see nothing wrong with being mistaken for a passionate Phoebe Buffay, do you?  An undeserved honour I call it!  (Also, I don't have any cats.)

Still I would like to clear this out for all the other oblivious peeps out there: trying to find my way into promoting the empowerment of the during centuries oppressed woman does not mean that I do not totally adore (some) men, that I don't own a favourite pair of porte-jartelles and that I don't AB-SO-LU-TELY glorify the idea of gettig frisky. 

It's just that this time around I want to choose the right soul connection to do so with.  

Now I'll tell you why I gladly take the risk of being perceived as the stereotype the coitus dependant describes me to be.

Being in my teens I wanted to change the world.   I wanted to change the world BIG TIME.
Being in my twenties, it struck me as a thunderbolt that I was failing miserably at the attempt, being an average (although be it with some (imagined) Kate Moss features), trivial and chicken shit millenial, stuck in dogma thinking with obsolete indoctrinations.

Faced with this harsh reality, I hear you thinking: what else could she do, what other thing was left for her to do than... to quit her job and go backpacking. Right? I hear ya.
So off I went, meeting this German guy for literally five minutes on top of (waiting for the name of the mountain from my, for almost 10 years now, toxic ex, whom I just e-mailed...  Oh, apparently it was at the Avalanche Peak summit,  Arthur's Pass National Park, New Zealand, he just e-mailed me back (isn't toxic so rewarding sometimes)) who changed my life forever.

I can not recall how on earth he came to say this to me in the literally five minutes of our lives we shared together but he told me that when he was young he really wanted to make a difference.  Like me, he wanted to change the globe.  As he realised he was not succeeding, he came to the conclusion that in order to change the world you would have to start changing yourself first.  Change yourself and be the best person you can be for your immediate family and friends and let that love you bring pay itself forward.  To change the planet is to start with one.

New default philosophy for practicing life?  Check!

So, when I speak up, when I am trying to be fearless, when I am trying to be free, when I am trying to be lovable, when I'm being optimistically naive, when I AM and by being so getting a call from my friend to tell me that my advocacy is making such a positive impact on her life and thus on the lives of her child and husband as well, I take being falsely seen as a sour he-hater any time.

x

P.S.: Sex Addict and I are still very friendly despite our differences.  He read the text and really loved it.   Let's all be like Sex Addict and Pseudo Postfeminist.  Let's all be lovers not fighters.