Gossip

So I looked up from my burrow today to discover that other things have been happening in the wonderful wide world of Lancaster.

I have some opinions.

Gossip is fun. Gossip is absolutely the best way to spend an afternoon with a mate.

Gossip should be taken with a pinch of salt. Because lets face it, it is incredibly easy to bitch about people who are going through problematic patches.

My main fault in that regard is Erfalaswen, Erfie makes decisions (not counting those she makes when drunk or any she made a few months ago when she was stressed out) that I disagree with on a fairly regular basis, or at any rate she makes decisions that had I been in her shoes I would have done differently. Lets face it the basis of a lot of gossip is going ‘oooh I can’t believe X did that’ or ‘I wouldn’t have done that’ or ‘I hope if I’m ever in that situation I do that.’ So I state things about Erfie, and my main defense tends to be ‘yeah but I’ve said this to her face’ and ‘if she was here I’d say this to her.’ These statements are true incidentally, but I do say it far too much and repeat myself when she is the subject of gossip.

Erfie, I would like to make a public apology for everything that I’ve said about you that I haven’t had chance to say to your face. If we get together at some point I will happily rectify that, or I can just make tea.

In anycase, I don’t beat myself up too much because I like gossip. I also like to be gossiped about (go on, go on, you know you want to my life is just so interesting) and I’m not too fussed if it’s positive or negative.

Another public statement I would like to make:

WEASEL IS A GOOD GUY AND MORE THAN A PRETTY FACE. Good guys fuck up too.

My personal opinion is that people make their own decisions and everyone fucks up. It is incredibly easy when someone fucks up to go on and on about people until you totally blacken their reputation. It is my opinion that that sometimes even gets done deliberately. I have never and would never do this because it’s shit. If you’re friends with someone then go with what they do and don’t tell everyone that they’re a shit if they’re not. If they are stop being friends with them and do them the curtesy of telling them that.

Oh yeah. My Gentleman Friend and I are not going out anymore, we don’t hate each other and we’re doing our damnedest to get onto some sort of even friendship keel. You can have whatever opinions you like about that, gossip if you want, but that’s what we’re doing.

I am still polyamorous – oh and about that, polyamory is about relationships not having lovers. If you are in a relationship with more than one person thats poly, if you are shagging about – no matter however many agreements and lengths you go to to make sure no one hurts then you are not poly. That’s just having lovers or shagging about depending on how you do it. Sorry, thems the breaks. Anyway, I’m still poly but I like my life, good friends, a lover and a boyfriend, and I think thats pretty much how I want things to be for now. Anyone who is stupid enough to think I’m going to be down the Bobbin next Saturday (or Byron’s party for that matter) looking to get laid is sadly mistaken.

Poly is a label that is getting bandied about a lot lately. It’s one that suits me at this point in my life and I’m happy to use it but don’t start using it about my behaviour whilst still at uni because that wasn’t poly that was me having lovers and making it up as I went along.

Hmmm. That was kind of ranty. Oh well.