Category: Love

I don't want a one-nighter, I want this thing called "love"

Posted on November 20, 2009 at 6:58 AM

Love is something that people really should treasure, that people should really respect. I don't think some people think love is something worth while. I know that from past experiences that love is so very different from lust. Lust is just a short-term relationship at the most. But when lust never turns into love and you're still with each other after a number of years. What exactly is that? How can you have kids and still say you love each other, when it's pretty obvious that you don't. If you are always arguing and complaining about each other, it just proves that you lust each other, or maybe are better off as friends.


I can't get my head around the fact that when people are in a relationship that they take advantage of the other person or depend on them way too much. You had a great thing going, what went wrong? Why do you say you've already eaten, when you haven't, even though he made a nice candle-lit dinner for you? It's not fair. This is not real love.


Real love is out there though. Look at Charles and Alli from YouTube, you can see from their faces and the way they look at each other, that they really, really do love and care for each other. This is the love I want. I want to be so in love that I would be willing to jump sky-dive for my partner. I know this takes time and effort, but I'm willing and ready.


I can't love someone just for the sake of it. On Facebook, my friend Matt* didn't have a relationship status. His friend David* began chatting with me. After a while David said he was kinda seeing Matt.  But Matt had been flirting with me a lot. So I asked Matt what was the deal with him and David, he said they were kinda seeing each other a couple of months ago. But nothing really came of it. Matt added his relationship status: "Single". (Waffle, waffle, waffle) Anyway, David said he was single for like a week. And it just seemed like he moved onto "the next one", and that he's got a list of people he wants a relationship with. That kind of disturbs me. My point is, I can't say I love someone when I really don't.


Happy Friday.

I'm a rare breed.../Men are beasts! (Revisited)

Posted on October 30, 2009 at 7:44 AM

(Originally posted on July 1st, 2009 at 12:22pm)


I was watching Big Brother last night. Halfwit (Freddie) was talking with Siavash on his bi-sexuality. He was saying that he had about 10 girls and about 30 guys. And that it was easier to “get a guy” than “get a girl”.  Siavash (who is straight) went over to Charlie (who is gay),and asked him if he would, basically fuck him, if the question was presented to him. Charlie answered: ” I wouldn’t say no."


Are all gay men like this? Do they get want they want just because they can? I’ve have actually realised that men are much more easier to get along with and are more willing to get laid quicker than a woman.Are most men just sex-crazed beasts?

I don’t think I could, nor do I want to, become one of them. I may have gay feelings and what not, but that doesn’t mean I’m a sex-crazed beast willing to get it up the bung-hole just because I can. (Fruit is better. LOL) I’m just not like that.


However, I can understand gay/bi-men who get it regularly. Sometimes sexual desires can take over. I think we all know that sex is something we all need. Otherwise, we’d all be sexually frustrated, then we’d end up bombing somewhere like South Korea… My sexual desires have been playing up lately. Too bad I’ll only have sex who someone I care for and understand (as in partner). Tempted to contradict myself.


I'm coming back to this blog because I feel that I still disagree with sex-crazed men. Sex is something I less desire than most people, maybe because I feel that sex must have a "natural" purpose. And it has, for a man and a woman, to create life. Even though I feel that men are, not only easier to get on with, but I can feel more of a sexual connection with a man, than I do a woman. I know people will disagree with this whole article.


On a slightly different note, sex is similar to chocolate in the way when we have some, we want more. But if we don't give into a craving, the craving will eventually disappear. Oh, your body may want it a few months later. But it passes after a while. Am I completely not desiring sex? Yes. I don't even feel the need to even bother looking for someone now.


Hopefully your penis will fall off if you insert it too many times... Then, you might be able to understand this blog a bit better.

You can't hurt me anymore.

Posted on October 26, 2009 at 9:49 AM

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We can't go on like this, you're hurting me. The first few weeks as boyfriends were good. Happiness seems so far away now.  But one day last week, I said things that I don't mean and you got angry at me. I can smell the alcohol on your breath as you walk in from a night out. I whisper, pleading "please be calm". I can see that pure greedy hate in your eyes. You slap me across my face. I whimper as I try to get away. You grab my hair and drag me back. "Come here, bitch", you growl. Tears are rolling down my face as you slap me again. You wrap your arms round my waist and drag me upstairs. I scream, but nothing comes out. I kick and scream as you forcefully hold me so very tight.

You throw me onto our bed and unzip your trousers. You mumble something. I fall silent, I'm too afraid of what might happen if I don't. I know your gun is nearby. I lie there looking outside at the moon on this cold, clear night as you rape me. I feel this absolute horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. "How can he do this to me?" "Does he not love me?" I begin to sob.

After about what feels like a lifetime, you begin to slow down and fall asleep on top of me. I push you to the other side of the bed. I grab a suitcase and begin packing all of my things. I look over at the picture of the two of us on the dresser. We were so happy that day in the park. I drop it on the floor and smash it. I pick up my suitcase and go downstairs. I open the front door. I take one last look upstairs as a tear rolls down my face. "Never again", I whisper angrily. I close the door and put my suitcase in the boot of the car. I get in. I drive off, crying..

(Note: this story is fictitious)