“Notice of Marriage Shenanigans” by Suzie Speaks

[Secrets revealed can be a disaster like finding out a friend is a cousin. Of course, a public notice doesn’t guarantee a confession.]

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So, can you tell me if you are related to your fiancé?”

Yesterday The Bloke and I went to the neighbouring town to declare our Notice of Marriage.

The process is essentially there to legally declare our intention to marry within the next twelve months. However, as simple as this initially sounded, I soon discovered that it would be a little more complicated than telling someone and getting a certificate.

We live in a small town on the outskirts of Birmingham. We’re getting married at a venue in Birmingham and because neither of us have a religious faith we have opted for a registrar from Birmingham Register Office to officiate the ceremony instead of a vicar.

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“Hospitality” by Kerrstee

[Very insightful. Let’s hope that while you’re in the midst of pleasing people that one of them will suddenly turn, take an interest in you, and say, ‘Thank you very much, but how are YOU today and tell me about your dream…’. Perhaps some day you’ll find a true collaborator who is symbiotic…]

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It’s strange; I always thought I was just one of those people who loves to care for other people. Someone who thrives by being selfless. Someone willing to put the needs of others before her own. But now I realize, I am just afraid of abandonment. I want to be perfect; I want to feel irreplaceable.

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It’s pathetic, really. And it’s difficult to navigate difficult social situations. I put others before myself, and immediately feel cheated.  I even find it difficult to be honest on my own blog because I want to offer what I think people want from me. I want to be someone you would actually want to know. Not someone you’d avoid and pity.

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People-pleasing has become a part of my character now, and I have such little sense of self. What do I even like? What am I passionate about? What is important to me? I don’t even…

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“Collaboration” by Kerrstee

[Super photos. I wish I could do that well. Collaboration is not always possible if someone doesn’t see your personal vision, or merely wants to compete for the sake of competing]

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I’m feeling a bit better today. I suppose Mother’s Day can be a trigger for me. Anyways, the plan is to complete my home photography studio this week. Most of the furniture has been moved, and there are just a few things missing. I’m starting to get a bit excited, and that scares me. I’m afraid this is all a waste of time, and the studio will sit there, unused.  Or my photography will sit here, unseen. Nevertheless, I’ll keep pushing myself for as long as I can.

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I have some ideas of how to expand my blog a bit. I have some solo projects planned, and even a few collaborative projects in mind. It will definitely take time, but I want to work through my social anxiety to work with the incredibly talented people in my life. Sometimes, I find it difficult to work with others. Mostly because I lose…

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“Fake I.D.” by Sauce Box

[It’s difficult to learn the customs. I once teleported directly into a bar, but that scared too many people and I’m not actually supposed to do that unless it’s an emergency. But then, when standing on line, I have to remind myself to always lie. Once, the bouncer asked my age so I told the truth which was that I’m 500 years old. That was a problem because I look like I’m 15. I went back to the caves. — Zawmb’yee Nuje]

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Over the weekend, I went out to the bars with some of my friends. We did not want to pay the price of an Uber, (knowing our wallets would already be taking a beating at the bars) and were in desperate need of a designated driver.  My sister decided to be the one to make Christmas come early. She wanted to bring her friend so they could use their fake I.D.s. They were supplying the ride, so I had no complaints.

We make it downtown and head to the bar we planned on staying at for the night. After waiting in line for a few minutes and people-watching all the drunkies, (always fun to do, until I become one of them, that is) we make it to the front of the line. My sister’s friend’s fake I.D. works like a charm, and my sister is up next. She hands the bouncer the…

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“A dyslexic heart and set of intentions” by Psychologist Mimi

“A dyslexic heart and set of intentions” by Psychologist Mimi

It’s best to clone yourself and do both. If your clone seems to do better, switch places if she doesn’t like her choice.

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I’m quite ambivalent as to whether songs of the ’90s rise to the level of being worthy of a special club night. I get the 80s dances. They are silly and at times bordering on the stupid. Take the “Safety Dance“, for instance. I get the 70s. No one sits through a Gloria Gaynor song. We all know when it’s time to belt out “I Will Survive.” The ’90s? Well, I suppose you can go from “Smells like Teen Spirit” to “Hit Me Baby one More Time“.


Anyway, I’m not here to wax philosophical about ’90s music. I’m ambivalent and ok with that. I did have a ’90s earworm this weekend that helped me realize I need to integrate several life paths and wishes into one journey, for now.  That earworm was “Dyslexic Heart“.  It is a silly song and…

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Zawmb’yee Takes Over the Blog

Zawmb’yee Takes Over the Blog

The Sapiosexual Blog In Space and In Time

I’m Zawmb’yee from the future where the blog destroyed the world. I’m sorry we did that. Naztko came back to try to fix history. I know that he fails, so I’m taking over the study of the old blog that created the catastrophe. I will expell him and try to do better. In the meantime here’s where in the old blog, I take it over just after Doug almost gets killed. Here’s my account. And also for the record I give you James Ziohat’s blog that made us worry about him. The old Zawmb’yee says:

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I know it’s unprofessional for the stenographer to speak in her own voice but I wanted to make clear that I’m typing in the blog while Doug recuperates. Most of the time, I’ll just transcribe his words for him. Oh yes, in case you don’t know, it’s me (I?), Zawmb’yee, posting this stuff…

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If I Would Kiss Your Day

If I Would Kiss Your Day

If you would let me
make kisses, and
seize the rhythm
of your smile
of your daily compassion
to the streets of us
when you wander, then
I’d comfort you
in my wonder, but
when your face changes
for me, carefully

I watch you watch me, and I
make kisses on your thoughts
where you love the world and me.

I want to think of you only, because
you have me, and
I have you.

— Zawmb’yee Nuje