Haha, so I have a couple of things still on my mind, which is why I’m blogging twice in one day. I feel over-caffeinated without the caffeine. OMG (unauthorized acronym usage!!) is this what a good mood feels like?? No, this is what a good mood “mixer” feels like. I added a bit of homemade sour mix, composed of unshaken stress and happy restlessness, and a bit of pent-up frustrations for that little bit of “zing”. My own personal cocktail.
So you’re probably wondering what this blog post is about. Well, probably not, because you all probably stopped reading by now.
This might get a bit explicit, so caution if you’re the cautious type. I might remove this disclaimer if this post ends up being clean or whatever you fucking call it. Not likely to happen. As a matter of fact, there is a good chance I may regret this post come the morn. (And no, I’m not drunk.)
So, I spent all of my childhood not wanting to be a child, not wanting to be sick, and not wanting to be helpless and hopeless with all my decisions made by others and my sick body. So guess what? I’d like to declare, that even though it’s been less than ideal: I’m GLAD to finally be an adult.
Sure I miss the days where responsibility was listening to your teacher and not getting wet during recess (dude, some bitch told the teacher I stomped in a puddle after she splashed me on purpose, and I got in trouble with the principle. Can anyone say WTF?? PLUS, with the added fact that, um, telling kindergarteners not to get wet or splash in puddles during recess in NORTHWEST OREGON, is just retarded and unlikely). Ok, that rant is over. I kind of miss being too little to reach tall things (wait…) and not understanding broken cars (we had plenty, but I didn’t have to be the one standing over the engine and cussing) or rentals with consistent fixes to be made (hey, I didn’t have to crawl under the sink and fix them pipes while cussing) or pay bills, or even know what bills were. I knew the neighbor boy down the street was an asshole that kept trying to get me in trouble, and he was very close to being the first boy I ever junk punched or kicked. (Punch was more likely, he was 16 and I was 5. He should have been more careful). I remember the worst day of my life at the time was when I was four, and I was racing myself down the driveway (trying to beat my record before dinner) on my little pink, blue and white plastic big-wheel and the wheel got caught on a pebble, turned, I flew over the handles and caught myself with my palms and slid a couple of feet. Yes, the road rash hurt, my pride hurt, I was afraid of getting yelled at. But as I was peeling the tiny pebbles out of my bleeding skin, I realized I had in fact beat my time and CHEERED! YES!!
It’s the small victories that count. It was a mixed blessing. I thought my palms might get infected and I might die, but at least I beat my time!
Anyway I’m slightly off my topic and I just want to say again: I’m glad to be an adult. And an open-minded one. Here’s why.
NO MORE JUDGMENT. Wait…. haha, I just made myself laugh. No judgment? WTF? Judgment is all over the place. Take for instance, if I were to make the simple statment, “I like cock”, that’s going to draw A LOT of judgment of all sorts. Do I care?
No. I’m no slut, and I happen to have my own likes and dislikes, whether they match others or not- well, that really doesn’t make a difference to me. Besides, want to know the MOST critiqued sentence I have spoken in my life?
“I’m a vegan”.
By far I get more ridicule for telling people I am a vegan than I have ever gotten from any “improper” observations or statements I’ve made.
I like being old enough to like cock and declare so proudly, I like being old enough to make my own dietary choices and stick with them for my health. These statements should be no less shocking than a man stating “I like pussy” or a carnivore stating “I eat meat”.
Here’s the deal. I have a problem with our society declaring that genuinely healthy activities/items are “unhealthy” and will do everything they can to convince me (and others) of this misguided interpretation of right and wrong. One, I have a problem with the preaching! If you want to state your opinion, state your opinion. I have no problem with it. But when you try and convince me that you’re right and I’m wrong, I have a major problem with that and the conversation isn’t going to go as pleasantly as you hope.
Those healthy activities and items I refer to include sex and veganism, it includes exercise and speaking your mind, it includes finding explicit things funny or sexy and having a good sense of humor. It includes having my own ideals of faith and healing, my own ideals of fun and humor and a good time, and an occasional drink or two. That I’m political, I don’t follow an organized religion, that I advocate animals and organic foods. And good fucking god, plenty more. These are all things of which people have tried preaching to me about. And honestly, what the fuck is the point?
First off, I’d like to state, I have nothing against those who find swearing and sex offensive, who eat meat (some meaty diets can be healthy too), who choose to have a conservative and/or polite outlook on their sexuality and intimate relationships and religion or politics. I have nothing against those who don’t drink, save their virginity for a special time, read for fun or have stopped reading this the moment they saw “explicit” in the title. I applaud those willing to state their opinions, likes, dislikes, etc.
Veganism is a genuinely healthy diet. And as with ANY diet of ANY kind, you must be sure you’re including all your dietary needs such as protein and fats and minerals and vitamins. Things of which you are NOT getting from your roastbeef sandwiches and french fries.
Having a healthy outlook on sex and sexuality is incredibly important. The more stigmas you place on these topics, the more stigmas you place on yourself, and the more you end up feeling bad about yourself because sexuality is a part of every person in every walk of life, to deny that is to deny your own existence. Everyone has “dirty” thoughts, accept them and get over yourself. Of course, being careful what cocks you’re letting near your pussy (or which cunts you’re about to stick your dick in) is super important. You don’t want anyone’s tainted happy juices fucking up your good pieces. Be proud of them and keep them clean and yourself healthy.
I have every respect for people with like beliefs getting together and discussing and celebrating their faith. If you’re going to preach to me and tell me your belief is the only one to follow, go fuck yourself. Preaching to others is NOT celebrating your beliefs, it’s spreading your opinions in a way that is NOT appreciated and only paints your beliefs in a negative light. Who wants that? I can celebrate my spirituality the way I want. I resent the question “do you believe in God?” Dude, you’re only asking because you’ve already decided my opinion for me, therefore you will not listen to anything I say, you just want the chance to ridicule me if my opinion differs from yours. Fuck off.
I believe that anyone who cruelly abuses children, animals, or anyone weaker than them (or hell, anyone at all) should be shot. After fair trial, of course.
Ok so I could totally continue if I wanted to. And honestly, I do. I’m a very opinionated person, I enjoy speaking my mind, and will do so. I may not interject in others’ conversations to spit my opinion, but if asked I will give it, if I feel the need to speak up I will, or if I blog it- I will.
Anyway, the inspiration for the openness of this blog comes from a comedic song about bouncing dicks, it made me giggle and realize just how much I watch my mouth, and how I should NOT be ashamed of myself or my likes and desires and beliefs, and neither should anyone else.
So, time to go give myself an orgasm and sleep well tonight.
If I had any suggestions for you all, I’d suggest you do the same! 🙂
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