The Boys I Encounter – The Book?

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To all my fellow bloggers and lovely followers, would you read The Boys I Encounter––the book? Are there any posts that you found most intriguing? Any that you would omit? If you have any advice or insight that may help, it would be much appreciated.

I have always thought that when I could afford to put more time into The Boys I Encounter, I would like to turn it into a book, but I also have been dealing with a lot of personal issues since the beginning of 2017 and the dust is finally starting to settle (Fingers crossed).

I have about 71,000 words written for my blog which is basically enough to write a novel… That being said, for the people who have followed my blog from the start, obviously there would be a lot of rewriting to better intersect everything into a complete ongoing story and I would also need to fill in the gaps and finish what has remained unwritten. However, sharing my story to a larger audience would be beneficial, not just to myself, but also to young women starting to explore sex and to survivors of sexual abuse.

Now––as tension about sexual assault and the #MeToo movement is stronger than ever due to the Kavanaugh accusations––I have been reflecting on my experiences and traumas. The book will follow me through my childhood curiosities, teenage hormones, a more thorough explanation of the sexually and emotionally abusive relationships I’ve endured, the aftermath of rediscovering myself, navigating casual sex post abuse, and how all the boys I encountered helped reshape how I interpret healthy sexual and romantic relationships.

If you’re reading this and you’re in an abusive relationship, know that it is never too late to escape. I know from personal experience that it may seem impossible, it may seem that you are trapped, it may seem like there is a silver lining that never comes; I’ve lived it. There is no reason for someone to hold such power over you. You are your own person. Take control of your life and remove yourself from the situation before it gets worse.

You are strong enough to walk away.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

 

Ummmm…. Fuck no!

The afternoon after my 3 Boys, 24 Hours marathon, I woke up to a voice message on Whatsapp from The Australian; he made it home. Soon after, I started to get snaps of him bragging about being on the beach with his brother and cousin. We snapped for a while then started to text on Whatsapp. His first day back and he is staying consistent, keeping to his promise. I set my expectations low for him; I liked him, but with him going back to Australia for three months, I assumed we would lose touch. We shall see though, it was still early.

The next day, Neighbor Boy messaged me asking about my dates, not only generally, but he asked all sorts of questions on them sexually. I told him he was weird for wanting to know. He told me it was to help build trust in our fwb relationship and would make him more competitive. So I started to elaborate, then it sparked an idea; I decided to tell him about my blog.

I rarely tell guys I’m interested in or fucking about my blog. The couple that I’ve told before Neighbor Boy all freaked out and lost interest pretty soon after they found out about my blog. They were perfectly fine knowing I was fucking other dudes, but as soon as they found out that I write about it and that they would be written about, they distanced themselves, so because of this effect, telling boys about my blog became a huge no-no.

With Neighbor Boy, I had a feeling it would be something he’d enjoy, he was asking about my conquests already, so why not have him read all the dirty details as I post them here? And I was right, he was totally accepting of my blog which was a huge relief; I didn’t want to lose my convenient fuck buddy over telling him about my writing.

Shortly after I told him about the blog, he had an hour to kill, so he came up and had a drink with me, my friend Jackie, and a few roommates. We got talking about some upcoming parties we had planned, he then asked if he could bring other girls up to our parties.

“Ummmm…. Fuck no!” I quickly reacted, “Why the fuck would you think it’s ok to bring another chick into my apartment?”

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We argued about this for several minutes in front of everyone. He couldn’t get it through his thick skull that even though there’s large parties at my apartment, that didn’t make it a public place, it was still my home and not a place to invite your other chicks. Period.

He pulled me aside to continue to talk and he apologized, I got so frustrated I even started to tear up. Why was I tearing up? He was an ass, yes, and just a fuck buddy. He was simply pushing the boundaries, but he went too far when he continued to argue with me about it trying to say he saw nothing wrong with bringing other chicks to parties at my place.

As he apologized, he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away, “You, the guy who doesn’t like kissing because it’s too intimate, you of all people should not try to kiss me to make things better in an apology, that is some bullshit.”

I’m not letting him win. He fucked up and he was failing at recovering. He left. I was still frustrated as fuck, but the next day he messaged and we talked it out. I know we were just friends with benefits, but I still think that was a very bold move on his part to think it would be ok to bring up a chick and then continue to argue with me as if he didn’t see what the issue I had was with it.

Maybe I overreacted. Maybe I shouldn’t have cared about the other chicks he would have brought to our parties. What do you think? Where would you draw the line? What rules do you have for fwb relationships?

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

The Silent Observer

Yesterday The Boys I Encounter got 208 views with only 19 visitors. Not much going on in the likes or comments department, which makes me feel a little unloved compared to the number of views. Either there is a glitch, or someone in France really likes my blog. I’m going to pretend that it’s the latter of the matter and  wonder… who is The Silent Observer? Are you a voyeur? Maybe a secret admirer? Are you shy? Why no likes or comments? 



If it’s not a glitch, and there really is someone out there in France who viewed The Boys I Encounter 185 times, please say hi next time you want to stalk my blog. I don’t bite… much. 😘

Yours Truly,

Kallie Pygus