Freedom of…
August 28, 2008
Are we really afforded the freedom of religion? I mean, I have heard that the justice system cannot charge a polygamist if it is a part of their religion to practice polygamy. Perhaps it only applies to foreign delegates? I have not researched the idea in depth, but it would seem to me that if we are allowed to practice what our religions teach, why then can we not have gay marriages? There are many religions that do not have a problem with us, but since the Christians do, we cannot have the same rights as straight individuals do. Yet we are supposed to be afforded the freedom of religion. Meaning we can choose what religion we follow. Yet at the same time, we are being force-fed Christian ethics by not being allowed to marry whomever we please.
What happened to my individual rights? Since when did the rights of the country overtake the rights of the individual? A gay marriage does not hinder anyone any more than does a straight marriage. What are the straight people afraid of? That because we are now allowed to marry, we can now revolt against them? We are now able to join forces? Ya know, cause we couldn’t do that before….right?
We have individual rights, but they are so intruded on that we cannot know what they truly are. It is hard to find the fine line. What do we do with a piece of paper that is too important to wipe our asses with, but not important enough to take action with?
Tags: freedom, religion, individual rights
I’m Me
August 17, 2008
I’ve always been the inquisitive type to go out and learn new things. I join forums looking for information, social networks looking for peers, and download informative materials on whatever avenue I’m looking in at the time. I’ve come to find out that everyone wants to be the top dog, the attention, or just the rank in their certain niche; they want to be labeled.
My opinions on labels has already been touched on here before, but I began to pay more attention to other people and what they allow themselves or even want to be labeled. I frequent a Black Hat forum where every n00b that joins decides he is a blackhatter. You see it in all their posts ‘we blackhatters’, ‘us blackhatters’, and so forth. I laugh and scoff at them because it’s like they couldn’t do anything black hat if they tried, but they think joining a black hat forum makes them a blackhatter. It’s crazy! Insane! I love it! I mean I really do! These are the same n00bs who are making requests after requests yet not able to fulfill any [including their own]. I’m amazed sometimes at how easily accessible the product/ebook is they are looking for yet they call themselves a blackhatter…they want so much to be ‘in’ the black hat community that they label themselves accordingly…yet they do not know a single black hat technique more than what is posted within the forums. Read more
Tags: labeled
Intentions
August 10, 2008
Everyone has their own motives for doing, saying, and acting the way they do. Funny thing is that with modern society, we do not trust ‘Goodwill Towards Men’ anymore. Everyone has to have a motive, right? No one could possibly be doing something ‘kind’ without getting something for themselves in return…right? Gone are the days where you could find a bed and a warm meal merely by looking for a candle in the windows, and gone are the days where a community meant something more than PTA meetings and golf memberships. Read more
Love-ly
September 17, 2007
**Preface: Again, as with all my musings, this is fiction, but also has a hint of truth. I believe in writing as much as thinking so it helps to write ’short diddies’. Try it– it works sometimes. This is 1/2 musing 1/2 poem…couldn’t figure out which it is more of so it gets both categories.**
I’m in love with the most amazing person you could ever hope to meet… and I don’t know how to stop. But I need to.
By nature, I am an insomniac. This habit is proliferated by battles of depression that I have from time to time. I can’t help it. But I want to.
I just want to be loved. Just like anyone else, right? And I don’t know how to stop my desires to feel loved. But I need to.
By nature, I am an affectionate person. To the ones I love and hold dear to my heart. It’s always been my way. I can’t help it. But I want to.
I can’t get my feelings across without them being stomped on. I just want to be heard without interruption. And I can’t stop crying. But I need to.
By nature, I am hyper-sensitive. I can’t control the emotions switch of my brain so the tears flow even when I don’t want them to. I can’t help it. But I want to.
I am tired of being misunderstood. That in todays values, old love and honor is lost is a pity. I can’t fathom ignoring my spouse. But I need to.
What I need and what I want are mere manifestations of my desire to make the ones I love happy… but when my heart actually truly physically aches…who is around to make me happy?
Tags: love, affectionate, happy
Women
September 7, 2007
Maybe it is because I see her through rose colored glasses; she can do no wrong in my eyes. And that is why I deal. I keep telling myself that she does not know that she is hurting me. It makes me feel better that she does not hurt me on purpose. How could she? She is perfect. She can do no wrong.
I am very much the romantic. Not a ‘flowers all over your car and note in the windshield’ type romantic, but an ‘I remembered that you wanted a snow globe earlier this year and got it for you for Christmas’ type. I do get into the gift giving and setting up the scene, but as I think the most romantic thing you can do for someone is show them how much you care, I am more into making sure that is what I do. You may forget something you say, but I do not.
She knows I love her. She knows that I am wrapped around her finger. What woman does not? She knows that if she calls me, I am there. Whatever she needs, I get it. She knows I want nothing more than to make her happy and give her everything she could ever want. She knows it. So why does she treat me the way she does?
If she loves me, why does she hurt me? She does not show me affection or battle me in who loves who more. Maybe she knows it is I who loves her more than she does me? Could it be?
In the beginning we were both as in to each other as the other was. She would call me ‘baby’ and tell me how amazing I am. She would compliment me and tell me how I am her soul mate. It was an amazing feeling to not only be loved but to be loved by her.
I will never understand women being one myself even. I would love nothing more than for a woman to make me their world; to treat me like I am a gift. I want to be pursued, wanted, and loved like I love.
Is it really too much to ask?
Musings
September 3, 2007
**Editorial Note: The following is NOT indicative of any events, persons, or thoughts in my life. It is my creative license at work. Any future ‘musings’ also have the same preempt.**
She loves me for me, and I love her for her. If it were a man with the same personality, traits, and ambitions, I would love him too. It is not because she is a woman that I love her. It is because she is the perfect mate that I love her.
When we make love, we make love. We do not have fuck or have sex. We make love. It is sweet, soft, sensual, and just what being together should be like. She knows what I want, and I know what she wants, but it is so much more than that; it is about being together and touching each other in awe. Every time I see her naked body, I am in awe of the fact that she lets me touch it, that she calls me hers, and that it is really real. How could such a thing of beauty let me be near her, let alone touch her?
All the men want her. Who wouldn’t? She’s tall with long sleek, sexy legs. Her long straight hair has lowlights because it is so blonde that it is almost white. She cannot be more than a buck ten and looks sexy as hell in her dress attire. I would want her to be my corporate adviser!
But you cannot tell by looking at her that she is a lesbian. You could not tell by looking at her that she wants women and can tease a clit till you are ready to cry in ecstasy. You could not tell by looking at her that she would rather clean toilets than do men. She is a true lesbian. And she’s all mine.
People think that lesbians have to be hard, ugly, and anti-feminine. They think the only reason a lesbian becomes a lesbian is because they cannot get a man. A true lesbian loves women because they are attracted to them just as a straight woman is attracted to a man. It is not about sexual attraction or lust; it is about a sensual attraction triggered by a woman being all woman and everything you could ever want and more.
Every time I see her, I want her. I fall in love with her every day all over again. Clichés abound with her. With her, I am complete. She makes me feel like I can do anything, go anywhere, and be anyone I want. She supports me for being just me.
What is love but the action of feeling complete with another soul? Finding the missing piece of your heart. The key. What is love but eternal bliss on Earth? A touch of heaven. A taste of things to come. Such is my life with her. Complete.
