Redhead Amok in Antarctica
The Search
Every week I get a Search Report from FreeFind, the people who provide the search engine for my blog. A lot of the time I get spammed by searches for things like "trisha bathing" or "thai massage girls", probably the safest of a whole host of examples I would want to put on my blog. But lately, it seems a few of you readers have been exhibiting a bit of curiosity about very specific members of our community, and how we relate to one another. Perhaps there is even someone off-Ice who is concerned about his/her partner on Ice and their behaviour, and was hoping that I would be so uncouth as to blog about it here.
Ha!
Here is the list of search terms recently used on my blog, there are some repeats:
spiff
flirt
romantic
sleeping with
cheating
flirt
flirt
hookups
sex
cheating
relationship
relationship
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beeker
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doc
physician
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So, based on the searches my blog received lately, as listed above, I'm going to create a story that has absolutely no basis in reality (other than the fierce beauty of all Polie women) to explain the confluence of odd searches on my blog.
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Once upon a time there was a man who chose to winter at the South Pole. He was a wicked flirt in a committed relationship with his lovely partner ------------. She tried to winter, but failed the PQ process, and couldn't join him. But knowing how excited he was to see the South Pole and its auroras and the stars of winter, she willingly let him go without her. They had a candid discussion about sex and their separation from each other, and decided that though the 9 months would be long, they would remain sexually faithful to each other throughout the separation. This was a very romantic choice. They were in love.
What she didn't anticipate, and nor did he, was the large number of beautiful women also wintering at Pole that winter: among them our charming -------------------------------------------, and --------------------------------------------------------- As the winter progressed and it got dark and cold outside, -------- started worrying about her flirt of a man. He had stopped communicating as clearly and as eagerly to her about everything going on down here. The thought he was holding back on her. She didn't quite understand this distanced feeling she had from him, and suspected that he may be sleeping with another woman. She knew her partner had a weakness for women ---------------, and focussed on those few wintering with him.
In her anxiety, and in his lack of communication, she started haunting the blogs of Polies wintering with him, searching for the names of the women on station who might be hooking up with the men on station. She looked for pictures, but stumbled into some of the SPIFF films on YouTube. She didn't realize that the South Pole International Film Festival is a summer activity, so the images of the beautiful women of Pole she encountered there would not be the ones her partner could be cheating on her with. But the level of beauty and creativity and intelligence among the women she saw in those short films worried her mightily.
So she came to this insignificant blog, stumbling across it via a Google search of "Antarctic blog" and quickly spent a few days searching for evidence of stories of her partner and another woman. And found nothing.
Please note that this story has absolutely NO basis in reality and is not meant to impugn anyone's morals either on or off-Ice.
Because though I may get really personal and reveal a lot about myself, I don't talk specifically about other people unless it is positive, and even then I usually get permission to do so before posting it. Occasionally I mention names, if they play a role in my story, but if I don't have anything good to say about them I don't say it. I sure as shit will imply it, but never identifiably.
I don't gossip about shit like sex and relationships and hookups. Yes, we are 43 strong, and 10 of us are women. Yes, several women are in committed relationships with partners here on Ice with them. All of whom met each other on Ice in previous seasons or this most recent season. There are a few free agent females here, single and smart and gorgeous and funny, and most of us straight. And yes, there is flirting going on, there must be hook ups but if there are they are being kept very much on the down low. There are many men yearning to see their off-Ice partners again, who talk to them every night on the phone when the satellites come up. We haven't had any major relationship issues down here, no awful break ups to split the station loyalties between former partners, no great romances developing between former strangers.
We are much too preoccupied with how unhappy so many of us are with this winter, with so much happening down here, to be gossiping about who is fucking whom, let alone blogging about it. We talk about program policies, events, meetings, the change in contractor, and frustrations. We also talk about food, and sleep, and travel plans off-Ice, or adventures in the past. The FNGs have many questions for the more seasoned few about New Zealand. We are already fantasizing about fly fishing, hiking, sitting on beaches, getting massages, going to the hot springs, running the hell away in a rental camper van, or going diving in Australia. It is early in the season for this behaviour, but it keeps our minds free of the carping and bitching and gossiping and clusters of disgruntled unhappy Polies gathered all over this station in dark corners fomenting.
This season the station seems to have embodied the immortal words of Jake Speed, a five times in a row winterover here:
"Beat the rush, go toast early."
We have. It's only June yet.
****Please note that this story has absolutely NO basis in reality and is not meant to impugn anyone's morals either on or off-Ice. But I have been requested to black out the names used.****
posted by: coldwish at 06/04/09 17:25 |
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south pole waste winter 2009
