Tag: love

Preface

So, I know there’s a lot of debate about whether people are born gay or not, and I don’t really care, but I know for a fact that before I was even out the womb, God said unto me: “You will love boys so much it will be a curse, you won’t be able to function socially, emotionally, or mentally for years–“

Joking.

Or am I?

I’ve been mackin’ on boys since Pre-K. I remember the first boy who ever told me he’d kiss me, and it was when we were looking at a great big sky-scraper while in the backseat of a car. He looked up at it, then to me, and said:

“If we were up there, I’d kiss you.” And I remember thinking, why don’t you just kiss me now?

Table of Contents

(of the boys who’ve taught me things) In Chronological order!

Benedict Cameron; Tree Boy; The Twins; P; The Russians; Monkey Boy (Aka Ex No.1); Cook; Taco; Ex. No.1 (phase 2); Ex. No.2; Snake; Ex. No.4; Ex. No.5; Ex. No. 6

Stay Tuned.

Here’s the Truth

there I go…

I am a young Christian; I am inexperienced in the ways of adulthood and am sort of floating on the cloud of uncertainty while I still manage to find time to play Club Penguin and write a blog that no one is going to read.

My whole life it seems I’ve just been in one long relationship, ever since I can remember I’ve been hung up on a boy, and I’ve just recently become truly single and I’m really enjoying it!… I’m just very confused most of the time. Like, what am I supposed to do with all of this alone time, or, whoa I’m horny! Now what…?

I mean, I’m not completely useless. I have substance in my personality and character, but it just seems like now I am having to introduce myself…to myself…?; Because for so long, a large part of me was always being given to someone else. Now that I have myself to myself, it’s difficult to figure out what truly fits within my mental/emotional structure, and what is leftover debris from my previous relationship(s).

Anyway, it’s not all confusion. A lot of things have come to light, like: I’m not actually a partier, I just tried to be because Ex. No. 5 loved to control what I could/couldn’t do, who I could/couldn’t hangout with and naturally I rebelled. No.5 often liked to take up the role of an abusive parent. Oddly enough, we’re pretty tight now, and he comes to me for girl advice (I offered!).

I’m thinking of posting a sort of…story, if you will, about each Ex I’ve had and what I’ve learned from them. So maybe any girl who stumbles across this mess might learn something the easy way! BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!

Thoughts?