My rant. Enjoy.
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What the hell, I’m just gonna my guts right here. If you don’t want to be bored to tears, stop reading now. Here’s my little ‘ole life, I’ll try and keep it as unbiased as humanly possible. Can’t remember how I found this site, but it can’t have been a good day, Perhaps I was googling “love sucks” or “don’t trust women” or any of the other half dozen sentences you won’t find inside any Hallmark cards. Yes, I am amoung the (growing, I suspect) number of guys burned by some chick, does it show much? Having been brought up in a Disney culture of “love always finds a way” / “Have the courage to follow your heart” / “Sensitive family guys are what chicks really want” bla bla bla, I was ill-prepared for the realities of relationshits. Soon as I fell in love I did everything by the book — bought flowers, gifts, dinner, gave her compliments, called her after dates, paid attention to her, took notice of clothes/perfume she was wearing, was nice to her friends. And why not, I was in love, on top of the whole world. Then the wrong move, I told her I was in love with her. BZZZZZ. Oh I’m sorry. But thanks for playing. She seemed rapt at the time I told her, but went from playful to weird in a week. Avoided me. Refused to talk. I confronted her soonafter and was told “It just isn’t working out. You’re a great guy but yadda yadda (I couldn’t hear much through the roaring in my ears) yadda yadda. Can we still be friends?” Gulp. Ummmmmmmm. I was getting up to leave, and she actually stopped me to ask if we could still be friends. I finally agreed. And that was about the last time we spoke. That was five years ago. She avoided me completely after that. Everytime we were together with mutual friends (which was often), she’d drift into the next room. Everytime I tried to talk, a panicky grin appeared on her face and she’d mumble she was “busy”. When I sat at one end of a restaurant table, she’d be at the other. It was childish. It was heartbreaking. Still going by the PG-rated mainstream belief system (“People are reasonable and good inside, give her space and eventually she’ll snap outta this. You can trust her, she’s your friend…”) I gave her space. I gave her space for six whole months. Six whole months of watching the person I loved slip away right before my eyes, and not being able to say a goddamn word without making it worse. It was hell. And you know the craziest part of it? I couldn’t even come to believe she was avoiding me until I’d watched her walk/turn/look away for the entire six months. I mean, she didn’t speak to me for six months, and it just never occured to me she was avoiding me. I’ve learned what pure denial is, it’s when the truth is not even an OPTION to be discounted. I never had to convince myself that she wasn’t avoiding me, it was one hundred per-goddamn-cent automatic. Love bites the big one alright. When the penny finally drops, I decide I can’t take it anymore and leave. Cut off ties to her and (equally sadly) our mutual friends. And you know what? She actually tries to stop me. Was it because some part of her actually did want to still be friends, or was it because she felt guilty I’d have to lose a few friends. I don’t know. I’ll never know as long as I draw breath in this crazy world. A month later, she was dating a new guy. And I’ll be honest, he’s far better looking than I am (what can I say, reality sucks donit?), and seems like an okay guy. She didn’t tell me she was dating again herself, she told my best friend (who was like a go-between for her: she used to ask him how I was), letting him have the unenviable task of telling me, I wrote her a note, wishing her well in her new relationship, and later at some rare party when I met the both of them, I actually shook his hand, put on my bravest face and told him I was glad to meet him. What a nice guy I was. (Tell you the truth, that nice guy is long gone, blew his brains out — best thing for him really). When she broke up with me, I was too numb to be angry. She told me “it would be a lot easier if you were mad at me.” I just shook my head dumbly. How could I hate her. I loved her. She could do no wrong. And even now, most of me still doesn’t hate her. She was too goddamn sweet when we were together for me to trully hate her. Even when she wouldn’t speak to me, she’d always give me a quick smile. What a sucker. It would probably been kinder for her to just tell me deep down she didn’t give a fuck whether we were friends or not. Sweet chicks are easy to fall for. But sweet goes hand in hand with weak. And weak is a shitty quality to have when you’re trying to salvage a friendship, because that takes guts. I guess I hate the way she just turned away and left me to pick up the pieces. What bothers me the most out of the whole thing is, what goes through a chicks mind? How can you ask someone to be friends, then cut them outta your life withou so much as an explanation. At least have the goddamn guts to tell them to fuck off. And even more amazingly, how can chicks do this, then not feel the least bit guilty afterwards? Sure, they tell their friends they wished things turned out differently. They’ll talk and talk and talk about it, but at crunch-time, they won’t lift a finger. And after the opportunity has passed, they’ll talk about it some more. It’s just a cheap way to avoid responsibility without feeling too bad. The quote from “As good as it gets” comes to mind “(To understand a woman) I think of a man, then I take away reason and accountability.” So fucking true it’s depressing. A year later, my complete bitch (and trust me, I mean BITCH) sister dumps her fiance. They’d lived together for seven years, they were gonna be married in three months. I’d lived with the guy for five years, he was like a brother. And wouldn’t you know it, she does the same shit. Promises to be friends, cuts him off, bitches and moans about it everybody EXCEPT him afterwards. They haven’t spoken since, that was three years ago. And the ‘ole brain-box finally started clanking. I thought long and hard about all the relationships (mine and others) I’d ever known. My parents, My sisters’. The “love of my life”. That chick before her. My friends. And you know what — I try to be a bleeding heart liberal, but I can’t escape the awful awful truth. Men are fucking assholes, and women are petty bitches, but at least men are honest and predictable about it. They don’t lure you in pretending to be innocent, sweet and pure. An asshole has a far-reaching stink indeed, and when a chick hooks herself up to one, she’s either dumber than a sack of hammers or she just wanted a relationship, any relationship, to have something to chat about at the coffeeshop ala Sex in the City/Ally Mcbeal. A responsible family-man tends to stay that way. A responsible family-woman… *slaps forehead*… what am I saying, I’ve never met a family-woman under the age of forty. (and by the looks of the current set, future family-women will be a highly endangered species). Six years ago, I would have been offended by what I just typed. How dare I slander all women! All women are different! Rah Rah Rah! But not now. I’ve seen too many relationshits I would literally rather eat shit than be trapped in, and while I’m sure trustworthy, amaxing, dynamic women who stay wonderful are out there (in the same way lifeforms probably exist in the uncharted multitudes of planets), I’m just not a gambling man. So that’s my story. I’m not looking for relationshits anymore (although, quite a few of my previous friends (female predominantly) were impressed with the way I handled that whole mess and have dropped inviting not-so-subtle hints — hey! I’m not that grotesque!). Fall in love? Start a family? Here’s the goddamn truth, I wouldn’t know why I’d be doing it. I reluctantly believe there’s nothing inherently sacred about anything we feel or value, not happiness, not sadness, not loneliness, not lust, not even love… not even human life itself. I now believe that everything we feel and think — everything we are fundamentally — just a vague construct brought into existence by a bunch of cells wanting to replicate their dna in a teeny-tiny far off-center speck in the universe. Crazy shit yeah? That’s why I’m typing it here instead of telling anybody. It’s not the sort of viewpoint most people feel comfortable with. It’s not the type of viewpoint I feel comfortable with, but I’ve tested and weighed it against my own experiences, the experiences of my friends and many biographies of people long gone, and it holds up depressingly well. Besides it fits everything around me very well with 0% of the brain-drooling bullshit happytalk present in all other viewpoints found in religion, mainstream society and media, new-age motivational books costing $24.95. I watched in weary acceptance as the oceans rose and swallowed up so many helpless children and third-world citizens in the asian tsunami. I sighed as the planes slammed into the Twin Towers and Pentagon. I watched in bemusement as War on Terror was declared — here, there and everywhere. I watched as religious fundies went red in the face with the latest medical proof Terry Schiavo was capable of speaking. Just apes doing what hysterical apes do. And the persistent dark thought throughout it all: Nothing is sacred or real. Love isn’t, Fate isn’t. Justice isn’t. Karma isn’t. God isn’t. Life isn’t. Dr. Phil can’t teach me shit. We really are just animals. Pass the chicken. Looking to the future. Personally, for me, there isn’t much of one. I’m not asshole enough to drag someone into my life, especially with these fucked up conclusions about the world I’ve formed, and ESPECIALLY because there are very very few people I would ever trust enough to chain the rest of my life to. I don’t plan to grow old, no, let me rephrase that, I plan to die young. I don’t have kids, if I did, I’m sure I’d have to make myself a nice guy again “For The Children” and that would just be a cheap and over-used alternative to facing reality. I will not bring life into this world — it may be the biggest favour I can do for my kids. I plan to make some money (not hard as a single guy), travel to some third world country, slowly spend my money getting very cheap blowjobs for the rest of my life and die with a big dopey grin on my face. No I’m serious.1. Sexting. 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You have to be cam 4 prepared for the fact that jealousy may strike, even though you didn’t think it would, Alman warns. Additionally, she says, threesomes can touch on hidden (or not so hidden) discomfort related to online sex homoerotic experiences, as inevitably, at least two of the three participants will be of the same gender. It’s better to consider this ahead of time, rather than living with regret in the morning. 4. Making a sex tape. “If you make a video [with a partner] and then break up and find out it’s on Facebook or sent via email to mutual friends, you’re not going to be happy,” warns Alman. If you decide to go ahead and make one, be sure you have the only copy and be discreet with it. Whatever you do, don’t put it on the Internet.chaturbateThis is one of those sexy ideas that may come back to haunt you, she says. 5. Having sex in public. “Sex in public can be extremely exciting,” acknowledges Alman. “You have to be very aware of the risk. 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While many sexy ideas backfire because of damage to your reputation or emotions, the primary worry with sex in the shower is safety. black gay chat If you’re flexible enough for the confined space, avoid mishaps by having live gay no-slip stickers on the bottom of the shower and well-anchored hand rails. 8. Posing in the nude. Sexy photos can be tasteful treasures between committed partners (there is even a branch of lifestyle photography catering to this market), but you run the same risk here as with sexting and making a video: There is always the possibility gaychat that someone other than your intended will see the sexy photo. And no matter how excited you feel about this partner at the moment, one day this could be your ex and retrieving your photos might be difficult. No sexy idea is truly out of the question, as long as you go into the situation fully aware of the risks and with a firm understanding of how to protect yourself both physically and emotionally. camfuze
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