Yet More Sexual Politics

He wants me
He wants me
He wants me

I'm sure of it now. Well, as sure as anyone with a massive inferiority complex can be.

Last night, the way He looked at me... I knew it. Had it not been for the presence of certain others, something would have happened...

And, oh my, He is beautiful.
He is extraordinary.
And I do want Him with every fibre of my soul.

So, now we have established something incredibly important. As discussed here, we needed to discover whether Mon Amore actually wants me in order to sort this situation out. Now that the answer seems to be Yes Yes Yes, the more sticky stage of the process has to follow: finding out if there is any way that Claviers can get over his cheap self and let us be together. Which basically means talking to him about it. Eek.

Claviers was, of course, there last night (thankfully without Bâiller) and I mentioned that I might get True Blood on DVD and therefore not watch it with him anymore. His response? "Shmooshy would miss you..."

And what about you, Claviers? Would you miss me?

I didn't ask. But I strongly suspect that Bâiller's presence eases any lack of Dinah that may have once been felt.

So, Claviers, if you are happy with Bâiller and don't particularly mourn my absence, would it not be the decent thing to allow me to be happy?

This is the approach I think I will take - you're happy, let me be happy too...

On the way home from the event, I bought a book from a homeless man: Sexual Politics by Kate Millett, the inside cover blurb of which reads:

The relationship between the sexes is and always has been a political one - a continuing power struggle in which women are sometimes idolized, other times patronized, always exploited.

During my relationship with Claviers I was at various points both idolized and exploited. Who knows what the result of this particular set of sexual politics will be but I am determined that, this time, I will not become complicit in my own subjugation at the hands of Claviers...