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This blog is an honest look at what life is like for this particular American convert to Islam. We're taught in Islam to cover our sins, to not air them, for fear of lessening the severity of sinning. In this blog, I may relate past indiscretions from time to time. This isn't to make light of them, but in the interest of educating Muslims and non-Muslims alike as to the realities of life as an American convert, I present my mistakes honestly. I make no excuses for them, nor do I claim that they were okay to make. I am not perfect, and I make no pretenses as to that. If others can learn from my past, know that Islam, and religion in general, is open for people no matter what mistakes they've made, then I will gladly air my sins when needed.
Showing posts with label dating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dating. Show all posts

Thursday, June 6, 2013

The Courtship of The Hijabi Waitress and LordSai

I'm on the OKCupid dating website; I have been for several years, even if most of them have been inactive. Occasionally I'll get really inane, asinine messages, and once in a blue moon I'll get downright harassment - mostly about being Muslim, or sometimes from a Muslim who can't fathom that sexuality and faith aren't mutually exclusive because I've put "bisexual" because they don't have options for "asexual, panromantic".

And then lo and behold, tonight I opened my OKC messages and this wondrous gem was waiting for me, by the charming and eloquent LordSai.


I mean, what a catch, right? Clearly this man is my soulmate - he is a gentleman who knows exactly what to say to win a lady's heart. Amirite, ladies?


After reporting my would-be suitor's messages as harassment, a rape threat, and harassment, respectively, I pondered how best to express my joy at his messages and yet sorrow at invoking his anger, and finally settled on the following:


I mean, what else could I have sent?

UPDATE:

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

In defence of purity rings.

This was brought on by my mother's friend talking about her tall, talented, georgeous daughter who wants to stay a virgin and wears a purity ring, and gets a lot of flack for it.

Purity rings get a lot of flack.  I'm guilty of that, I think.  I can't remember, but if I am, it was probably the same flack that I hear from other people: Kids can't control their sexual urges, the rings don't mean anything, they don't stop teens from having sex, and on and on and on.

I've never worn a purity ring.  I'm uninterested in partner sex, so I don't see a reason to remind myself to not do something that I don't want to do, and have no urge to do.  However, the one ring that I wear in a gold band with inset diamonds in it that my mother gave me.  I'm concerned about blood diamonds, so those are the only diamonds that I'll wear.

My moral issues with diamonds aside, I've worn that ring for the last few years, ever since Mom gave it to me.  Recently, I noticed that one diamond was chipped, so I took it in and was told that in addition, two more were loose.  I didn't want to loose any of the diamonds, so I took the ring off.  It's been two months, maybe three, and my finger still feels naked without the ring.  I'd fiddle with it when I wore it, and it reminds me of Mom every time.  Not wearing it makes me feel itchy, and sometimes I'll be looking around, wondering what's out of place, before I'll realise that my ring's not on my finger.