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Ah, Valentine's Day. It is a day of joy, trauma, drama and crushed hopes for lovers and singles everywhere. Although it is traditionally most celebrated by romantically involved couples, and I am neither romantic nor involved, as a woman writing a blog about relationships, I could hardly let this opportunity pass me by, right?

First, I hope all of you, my beloved readers, who are hoping to get laid today, do, in fact, get laid. And if you're into all the kinky Valentine's Day shit like flowers and chocolates, I hope you get that, too. (Although, on a political note, if you get flowers, I hope they're organically grown or Veriflora certified, and if you get chocolate, I'm sure it'll be fairly traded. I won't wish diamonds on anyone, since they're overpriced, shiny, meaningless trinkets with a filthy political past and present, and I know none of you want that karmic debt flashing from some gaudy piece of jewelry that you'll only rarely wear out of the house, anyway.)

With that out of the way, I further hope that you all enjoy your day free of social obligations or pressure, enjoying your current relationship state -- whether single, partnered, slutty, celibate, busy or bored. I hope that you have at least one fabulous orgasm, either alone or with a friend. I hope you enjoy your dinner out, or your movie, or your romantic tryst, or your drunken stupor or a day of ignoring the hype.

And, most of all, I hope that you are celebrating today, and every day, by finding and making your own path to happiness, regardless of what Hallmark tells you to do.