Gentlemen and ladies are earnestly advised that new partners rarely wish to hear about old flames. Anything like bragging or wallowing should not be indulged in ...
-- Nerve's Guide to Sex Etiquette, for ladies and gentlemen
I am exhausted after a full week of evening shifts at image+nation. I absolutely loved being involved in the festival this year and am more than a little sad that tonight is the final screening. It certainly has been a wonderful opportunity to expand my queer network. Ironically, I have made more gay male friendships than queer women ones. I tried, honestly I did, but somehow my ventures into small to medium talk with women managed to get onto the ex track each time. For example:
"Hi, my name is Rachel. What is yours?"
Pleasant reply including first name and little smile.
"So, how long have you been volunteering at the festival?"
"This is my first year. Actually, I only signed up to (get over/ escape from/ annoy) my ex who is (somewhere with all my money/ still living in the place we bought together/ also a volunteer). She is a real (bitch/ cow/ lovely person) who (did me wrong/ did my sister/ caught me doing someone else) ... " and on and on until I was able to extract myself from their often very sad monologues. I still can't figure out if they were attempting to bond with me or get rid of me. Regardless, a word to the wise, whoa on the personal details people. Complaining about your exes ad nauseum makes you sound either like a cad or a loser. Neither of these options are attractive.
My picks from the festival:
Itty Bitty Titty Committee
This Kiss
She's a Boy I Knew
Shelter
Rachel ** (perhaps the boys can help me out)
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