I’m sorry people on the internet and people for coming out as bisexual in college. I made bisexuality look like a phase because it was for me. Two seconds with a woman I was like ‘this is gross, never again!’ I don’t think it’d matter if I was in a threesome against my will, I’d still have the same reaction!
Vaginas leak fluid. Vaginas sweat and smell bad if you don’t wash them or wash them correctly! Some have more hair than others. If you’re into that, fine. I’m not. I’d rather have a penis that comes in different sizes and colors. Some have more hair on their ball sacks than others. So. Well you don’t have to worry about them leaking any other fluid besides cum in your mouth.
Too graphic? Oh well. I assume most of you are over 18 and can handle it.
I’ve made my point. I am a woman that likes men. I am ‘straight’ ignoring all the screws up in my head lose. Every time I had an affair it was random or some muscular guy with tanned skin and blue eyes. I have a thing for guys with nice arms. Everything else doesn’t really matter.
Oh and I got knocked up after a night drinking margaritas. The millionth time I took plan B it didn’t work. At least I know who the father is, my husband.
I thought I was getting sick
but obviously not if that’s
the only issue I had for a few weeks
now comes the bloating
and sore boobs
heavens forbid I sit still
for a minute I feel like I’m going to burst
and it looks like I’ve gained weight
actually I haven’t
there’s way too much going on
in there I apparently didn’t know about
but can certainly feel at night
or when I have to do a
million jump squats
time to make a doctors appointment
to state what I already know
meantime enjoy wanting to fall
asleep at 7pm but the fact I can’t
because I’m still at work
and going home to put a heating pad
on my boobs
and I’m like, why the hell do people
want to do this?
this was an accident
all the times he saw me
and I pretended he didn’t exist
I told him to leave me alone
I was trouble and didn’t know
what I wanted
though we both knew that
was a lie
and I wanted the badass
it wasn’t just psychical
we had a connection
I loved him
or I said I did anyway
to shot the other guy down
but he didn’t stop
looking at me
thinking of me
or being hurt
each and everyday
I intentionally ignored
the hell out of him
to push him away
not face the obvious
and tension between us
in my mind it was
the right thing to do
I had two much going on
with two other people
last I needed was a third
I thought if I let him go
he’d find someone
that deserves him
that’s not as wild
and unpredictable as me
someone he doesn’t claim
‘led him on’ like I did
though I didn’t
it just didn’t happen
at the time
whether or not it will
that’s for us to decide
until then people will
say and think whatever
the hell they want
we finally started talking again
What form of birth control are you using?
You don’t use condoms, the pill, or patch?
You got a girlfriend, boyfriend?
No girlfriend, boyfriend.
You never know these days.
You wonder why the hell the doctor assumed you were gay because you denied birth control. I mean, maybe you don’t have sex, physically can’t get pregnant, or prefer the withdrawal method? Whatever. It wouldn’t be the doctor’s business either way. You didn’t go to the doctors to discuss/get on birth control. But because it was a checkup and you’re a woman, you get asked about it. If you were a man, you wouldn’t.
I will find
I wouldn’t consider
sleeping with them
I would rather
sleep with myself
I may lie or even
deceive myself at times
but I’d never get
myself pregnant or catch
an STD or have to worry
about myself running out
on me with whoever
Everyone is whatever
You’re all adults. You’re old enough to decide who you sleep with, how many people you sleep with, and what you do in the bedroom. Unless you were raped, you can’t say you did something you didn’t want to do.
(Of course drugs or alcohol could influence your decision but it was your choice to put that into your body.)
You want to accuse your partner of cheating or being unfaithful because they had sex with someone else in front of you. But then, you had sex with the same person they did. You think it was ‘same sex’ so it doesn’t count. It still counts, your were all over each other.
If your primary partner has sex with the third person when you leave, it’s cheating. You did not discuss or agree to that. They did it behind your back. Neither one of them are faithful and cannot be trusted. Forget them.
If I think another girl is hot, does it make me a lesbian?
Only if you don’t like men.
Can I get pregnant from masturbation?
That’s why you’re $100,000 in debt. Child support.
Is it okay to date two people at once?
Can you live with herpes?
Why can’t I get pregnant?
Did you try having sex?
Why am I so miserable?
You’re not getting laid.
Why am I still single?
Because you’re asking me why you’re single.
Why don’t they like me?
Am I going to get a better job?
Call a psychic.
To be in a relationship with the opposite sex. Despite observing…
Man verbally abusing woman.
Woman afraid to talk to man.
Man not caring the woman is avoiding him.
Man telling another woman he loves her on the phone.
Woman not confronting the man about it.
Man continuing to lie and cheat.
Woman not caring.
Woman secretly plotting to get out.
Man is not slightly suspicious.
Man does not acknowledge what she does.
Neither one of them know what the other person thinks or feels.
Neither one of them know the person behind the mask.
So I am supposed to settle for this because this is all I have seen, heard, and known my entire life? Why? I would just continue the never endless cycle of bad communication and being miserable. I know I need to unlearn what my brain was taught. It is next to impossible for me to do that if every man I date fits the images of the men I have known or know in my life. Maybe, I shouldn’t be with a man. If I am attracted to women, it could be possible I should be with a woman. Then, I may have some label on my forehead. I don’t want a label. I’m just human. I learned at least that much from experience, I can say. Negative all the drama.
I’m attracted to both sexes. Physically, emotionally, etc.
Will I do anything with/date the same sex? I don’t know. I can’t label myself for that reason — and the fact I don’t like labels.
I don’t understand feminism. I don’t want to be a feminist. I don’t want to carry that label. To be equal, means NOT to have labels of any kind.
It’s my hair color and who really… Calls you a blonde anymore these days? I would expect it when I was growing up in the 90s.
Anything people think of me.
I know what I am. I don’t need someone to tell me I’m stupid, awkward, weird, quiet, strange, annoying, etc. I’m not perfect… Neither are you.