Okay so the top one is a meme which I stole from Lazy Nazi, a young Hindu gamer on facebook and the second one is a list of ways in which marriage happens in the bible.  As you can see, neither looks particularly edifying from a female perspective, and basically you are to be regarded as little more than a hole for sticking their bits into.

So, we ask ourselves, what would we want with any of these arrangements, particularly if we had also had our genitals mutilated?

The answer that most of Asia seems to have come up with is that the alternative is much, much worse.  I don’t live there, however, so I would frankly rather spend time with the cats or writing amusing things for Wolfe and Boris.

I said to someone fairly recently regarding the Wolfe thing that it is a love thing, it doesn’t have to be a sex thing, so it didn’t really matter all that much since he was in a different country and our initial flirtation was kind of fleeting anyway.  We are just a bit intense, which is why neither of us particularly want to look at or speak to one another.

I wouldn’t want to be wifelet number 51 or whatever and I wouldn’t want him to give up his lifestyle.  You don’t get much more affectionate than that.

Anyway, getting away from all these ideas of people as possessions and attachment, which inevitably, as the Buddhists say, leads to misery, what is left?  If, according to my Hindu friend, love is a black and white chapati compared with a full banquet if you don’t bother with anyone, why on earth would you want to bother with anyone?

This question is something I am pondering whilst working on Little Shiva’s chair.  I had a very angry day of sewing today, during job number three, and between wondering how on earth I am going to render a Chinese gold Indian, I pondered why someone who has no intention of doing anything about his feelings seems to want to squirm in misery on his own for months on end?

Naturally, having spent several years doing just that when it came to Wolfe, I am inclined to imagine that it is a voyage of self discovery.  This person probably struggles with actual emotions or being touched in any way in much the same way I did, having been asleep for some time before meeting Wolfe.

I don’t have time for it any more than he did, so it is going to get us nowhere fast.  The sooner the dude accepts his bitter little life with his bitter little wife the better, to be honest.  At least his meals will be in colour, apparently.  The Gods prefer you to marry by arrangement than have feelings of any kind.  Feelings are, apparently, for barbarians.

I can see the value in this.  It helps to maintain societal roles.  In theory it means that women are to accept doing the typing for an underqualified, untalented moron on the basis that he can afford kids and a wife, whilst she struggles to pay her bills unless she has sold her yoni to the nearest bidder, whether he is worthwhile or not.  I am sure this is fabulous if you happen to have a penis.

It isn’t the way I would choose to live, but unlike the people who like this sort of thing, I have actually experienced life.  If I hadn’t I might feel differently.

Anyway, the chair is going well, and I am adding an extra third or so to the  basic sculpt so the struggle now, involving architectural salvage and a skip around the retro furniture stores, is finding a base to support something that will ultimately be very heavy once it is beaded and gilded.  It is quite a weight already, and that is just wool.

Nicer problems to have.  I wouldn’t waste five minutes on a person that didn’t care about me these days. I’m done with cowards and stupid people.

Okay, so apparently I need to explain this to people, because they are too stupid to figure this out by themselves.

Here is the deal with being married.

When you sign up to get married, you make a promise to another person to be with them.

It does not mean that you then turn around and either lie to other people that you have not made the promise in order to get bonked, or state upfront that you have made the promise to someone as some sort of absolution of sin.

Being married means you are legally attached to somebody.  Your attention to people beyond that relationship then becomes an insult. An insult to their intelligence, an insult to their attractiveness, an insult to their ability to find someone that is not attached to someone else.

If you do not wish to insult the single members of the population, then stop trying to hit on them.  We are not interested in a relationship with half, quarter or less of a person and those of us who are are frankly a bit sad and desperate.

There are many ways to relate to other people that do not involve creating fake arguments to create pseudo passion, role playing or other bullshit in order to get your end away.  It is boring and is only regarded as a worthwhile pursuit by pretty low grade people.

I hope that this is clear.  I do not appreciate having my time wasted and I am NOT INTERESTED IN BONKING MARRIED PEOPLE OF ANY KIND. I have never bonked a married person and I have no intention of starting now.

If you do not want to fall into the category of insulting people with your sexual attention, then don’t get married.  Simples.

Thanks,

Ina

Today was rather dull, but I got a lot further with the chair.  It is still going rather well, and I have ordered a few hundred metres of stuff from China for the lining, which is the basic structure. It will make more sense once there is something to look at.  It will require professional lighting and photography this time, so I will have to save some pennies for that.

I still need to order something for the base, as it needs to be extremely sturdy and yet fairly tall to pull this off, unless I make it an old school dangling chair, which would take up too much space and be a bit too expensive I think.

A charming man stopped by for a chat at the car, so should he stop by, hi.  I will perhaps come to work early next week or so and stop in to say hello. He is a business owner opening a cafe, so I guess it is his lucky day, since I am obviously going to be interested in interfering with that.

This seems very strange to me, but I didn’t really leave the house or go anywhere without someone I knew for many years because of previous experiences, so I guess it is normal for other people?  Quite a lot of things are a mystery to me as a result. I seem to have a big sign up saying ‘single and looking’ at the moment.

I have about 48 hours to make as much money as possible now, so I will not be sleeping much for the next two days. I am having very strange dreams, featuring a selection of intensely staring people. I have no idea what this indicates, but I don’t feel the same sense of impending doom that I did when it was actually happening. You can’t lose a job you no longer have.

One of the charming men that has presented themselves in the last couple of weeks is a fat version of Staring Brat 2.  He is Italian, but could easily pass for a brother.  He is very very shy and dislikes my Russian soldier’s hat.  Another author friend that I chat to was getting too depressed to recognise when someone was interested, so after a quick pep talk took less than 24 hours to find his new lady.  Congrats. (I hope she likes football.)

Glad to see that I was wrong about the approval of the use of hemp in the USA.  I am guessing this means big corporate interests have lobbied to use it for something.

Otherwise, the only remaining regular readers of this blog all have Cluster B issues, and I am a bit bored of feeding them.  I think I might work on a different project for a while.