No more bitching about how I'm fat and expected to be thin. That's my early new year's resolution. I see a common pattern on this little blog: I don't like my body and I don't like other people's opinion about my body. None of that is positive!
From now on I'll try to be more accepting about myself and others.
Okay, maybe later.
Why is that places like Myspace are magnets for men who just want to cruise through your photo album and make perverted comments about your body? That's been my experience anyways. I had to delete a comment today by some guy I barely "friended", some gibberish about my big breasts, what he'd like to do, that sort of thing. The other week I had a guy asking if I would do certain things with him, things a little too lurid to describe here. Am I foolish for keeping my photo up? Maybe. I have some romantic notion that I'll stumble on the profile of a witty, extroverted lesbian and we go on to have a love affair to end all love affairs. I am so naive.
United Student Pride accepted my request to join their organization on my college campus! I am thrilled to be out of the closet on campus, because that is where the most beautiful and intelligent women are! I stated I was bisexual, because that is what I feel I am, though sometimes I'll be on one end of the Kinsey scale and other times I'll swing to the other end. Yet, I always end up in bed with an adult video, watching the pretty porn starlet, not the male stud, but the buxom babe, and it's her body that shoots me into outer-space, no matter how sincerely I might believe at that moment that my passion for women is just a phase. But now I'm getting all lurid, so I'll end here.
From now on I'll try to be more accepting about myself and others.
Okay, maybe later.
Why is that places like Myspace are magnets for men who just want to cruise through your photo album and make perverted comments about your body? That's been my experience anyways. I had to delete a comment today by some guy I barely "friended", some gibberish about my big breasts, what he'd like to do, that sort of thing. The other week I had a guy asking if I would do certain things with him, things a little too lurid to describe here. Am I foolish for keeping my photo up? Maybe. I have some romantic notion that I'll stumble on the profile of a witty, extroverted lesbian and we go on to have a love affair to end all love affairs. I am so naive.
United Student Pride accepted my request to join their organization on my college campus! I am thrilled to be out of the closet on campus, because that is where the most beautiful and intelligent women are! I stated I was bisexual, because that is what I feel I am, though sometimes I'll be on one end of the Kinsey scale and other times I'll swing to the other end. Yet, I always end up in bed with an adult video, watching the pretty porn starlet, not the male stud, but the buxom babe, and it's her body that shoots me into outer-space, no matter how sincerely I might believe at that moment that my passion for women is just a phase. But now I'm getting all lurid, so I'll end here.
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