I don’t know if other people,
get asked this question,
but,
I get it a lot,
and from various sources,
What’s your type?
Maybe it’s because I’m single.
I have a standard answer,
“I like women”.
I don’t mean it to be flip,
I genuinely like women,
all kinds.
The tall and the short,
the trim and the round,
the dark and the freckled,
the dancer and the librarian,
the prep and the earth mother,
the buxom and the sleek,
the fresh and the mature.
Women.
All interesting and desirable.
I don’t objectify,
I adore,
there is a difference:-)
But, I guess if I’m being honest,
and if you can’t be honest in your blog, where can you be?
and we base ourselves,
on past history,
exes,
you would think,
my type would be brunettes,
of the pleasingly plump,
curvaceous variety,
not to tall and,
deadly smart.
Sure, I like brunettes,
but,
does that mean they are my type?
I refuse to limit myself.
I live in the land of,
the not too tall brunette,
I, myself am a not too tall,
brunette.
So, what does that mean?
If I lived in Scandinavia,
or Holland,
I’m pretty sure I would date,
blonds and redheads,
supply and demand:-)
When I break it down,
in my head,
I like sweet smelling,
soft women,
who know what they want.
You would think,
there would be loads,
to choose from.
Mature women,
who like to read,
and have fun,
who want,
a devoted,
yet,
independent butch.
So,
no type.
The search goes on,
no typecasting as of yet.
If you feel like sharing your type,
do,
I love feedback and having,
my foundations shaken,
with different perspectives.
Do you believe in type?
wink, wink,
cheek, cheek.
Later girls,
BB
There is FAR too much emphasis on finding your type. I think it’s all about the need to categorize. I like Helvetica, Times New Roman, Antiqua…just to name a few, in fact I like just about all sorts because each type is so specific and in the right setting, with the right story can be absolutely, utterly perfect. Imagine a sad love story, where one of the heroines is falling apart and the last word of the story is in Shattered type? How perfect is that? Unreadable maybe, but true.
There is much art that is created with type, all sort of type.
I happen to agree with you: women and woman. Why be limited to a single type?
Now if you are asking what turns my head? Different question. And what turns my head is not necessarily what will keep me interested beyond two minutes.
good thoughts, BB.
This morning my partner, Oats, and I were driving in to work together and so I asked her if she thought I had a type. She laughed, then laughed some more. “Of course you do,” she said with a smirk. “You like older, brainy, grey-haired masculine butches.”
(Heh heh. As a side note, I don’t think she’s been reading your blog, BB, though I certainly talk about you a lot…)
Considering that she once told me that my type was “depressive butches with OCD tendencies”, I suppose that this is an improvement.
A handsome woman or genderqueer will turn my head, no question. And my past lovers are a pretty diverse lot, in terms of a whole range of characteristics. So it’s hard to say that I have a type, in practice. In theory, though… Well. More than anyone else, Oats has witnessed my multitude of crushes, so I suppose I should consider the truths in her observations.
Her own type, I’ve long maintained, is bitchy femmes: Her two best friends, myself, and her exes all included. “No,” Oats insisted this morning, “It’s feisty femmes that I like. The bitchiness is not something I appreciate.” It just tends to come with the package, sometimes… Personally, I’m glad that I find feisty femmes to be good comrades, because I love her best friends too.
No type here. I suppose generally one could say taller and broad shouldered men but I’ve dated various types and really have no preference. It’s all in the attitude, the treatment, the personality, etc really. Though like Frances different things will turn my head – though not necessarily the same things that could sustain a relationship!
Like those swimmer types, huh? 🙂
I agree with Oats, feisty=good, bitchy, not so much:-) “… older, brainy, grey-haired masculine butches.” Hum, hopefully your not the only one:-)
You Ms Frances are a funny lady. I’m glad we agree:-) Good thoughts right back at, ya!!
I am a swimmer myself so I suppose it only makes sense 😉