Stella Stamper
Bio
You can only come to the morning through the shadows.
Stories (3/0)
#MyWorstDate
Hands up if you use Tinder more like a game? If you get a match, you stare at your screen in complete bewilderment? Hands up if you collect matches like stamps? Never to be used, just looked upon in wonderment of what could’ve been… If you only summed up the courage to crack the cheesiest line you know. Hands up if you have crossed the line and spoken to these relative strangers, only to find they belong in the valley of freaks or are amateur dick models? Now, hands up if you’ve been through all of this and gone on a date with a match? (Hook ups not included, not much talking occurs on these apart from asking about condoms and taxi numbers). To those who made it through my somewhat painful hand holding up survey and answered yes to any of them, you’re a hero. Playing this single game is not easy, if anything it’s far from the glamour portrayed in Sex and the City or similar programmes. It actually verges on dull.
By Stella Stamper6 years ago in Humans
Polyamory: Chapter 1, An Introduction
“I’m not boyfriend material.” What an opener. We had only just met, we’d been apart less than 10 minutes and those were the words he chose for his opening text. I barely knew what material the clothes I was wearing were made off, let alone the type I’d want my next shag to be. Now, call me old fashioned, but I always thought “Hey, we met at the bar last night, how’s your head this morning?" or something frivolous like that was the way to start a conversation.
By Stella Stamper6 years ago in Filthy
Is It Even Possible to End Bullying?
What’s happened to get me thinking - My beloved grandad passed in the summer of 2016, he was the epitome of a gentle giant. The kindest of souls. He would do anything for his family, his grandkids especially. I can remember at least 5 occasions during my forgetful teenage years when he would have to make the 40-minute round trip to let me into my house because I had ‘mislaid’ (aka, left in my going out-out clutch) my keys. Yet he did it, maybe with a tiny grumble and suggestion that I get just one “sensible” bag, a notion I’m still trying to get my head around… ONE bag? SENSIBLE?! It wasn’t just acts like this that made him a hero, his true heroism came to light after his passing, as we learnt how much he did for my Nan, how much he shielded from us.
By Stella Stamper6 years ago in Humans
