You know, I need to first start with my personal opinion: IF you have a friend with benefits (FWB for those who don’t know and live under a rock…on a different planet… in a different galaxy), there should be a limit on how long you guys are just FWB until you are deemed as “in a relationship”. Obviously, if you have a FWB, or you are that person, as the fallback when your normal smexy-time life is a bit slow, then it’s a different story. Or at least a different timeline. No matter what, there’s a damn limit! (more…)
I want to be more than just a moment of passion
More than a wrinkle in your bedroom sheets
Hold a greater value than the used condom that is to be thrown away
….. Just like the next girl on your list.
Turn off the lights (more…)
The way the curves of her body fit perfectly in your hands. (more…)
I’m done with people. I am so done with people it is actually causing me physical pain and mental angst at the thought of dealing with anyone at this point.
I’m not one to follow the whole “religious/spiritual” thing with the whole no sex before marriage. Believe me, I thought about it, I tried for about 48 hours, and failed miserably the moment I became single. But in all honesty….. I’ve come to discover people only want sex. There is some uncontested primal need to simply get your pleasure out of sex and be done with it.
What happened to love and romance and the pursuit of a steamy and hopefully long-lasting relationship?
Do those not exist anymore? (more…)
I want to be “that” girl.
No, not the one where every guy has banged her and the girls look at her as if she isn’t worth the dirt she walks on.
I mean I want to be that WOMAN.
Anyone can be a friend with benefits or simply a f**k buddy. All you need are the right pieces. I want to be that woman that turns heads in her direction and keeps them there.
I want someone to want to get to know me. Not just explore my body as another voyage accomplished.
I want someone to look at me and say “Wow, that’s a really respectable (beautiful) looking woman, I want to get to know her:”. Not, “I want to get in her pants”
Then again no one looks at me in general.
Why do all of those girls have to be rail thin with perfect breasts and flowing hair with a thigh gap?
Why can’t one of “those” girls be a size 14 who enjoy the idea of reading a book a day and wear dorky glasses and not care about fitting into the Victoria’s Secret collection?
I don’t meet the standard view of beauty. I don’t turn heads.
But I want to….
Why do I have to meet some sex idol looks to have someone say a simple hello to me?
Do you know how degrading that is not just to a woman as a whole but to my self-esteem?
Why fear a woman’s intelligence? Or independence? Or the fact that not every woman is going to look like the women in magazine?! As it is so often stated: NOT EVEN THE WOMEN IN THE MAGAZINE LOOK LIKE THAT!
I just needed to vent. I hurt. Not jut for me but for every woman who is ostracized not only by men looking for the barbie made standards, but the women who put down their peers because they cannot reach the standards of perfection.