XXX

Song to this post: "3" Britney Spears

So sex. Now I am certainly no expert on the matter and as much as I talk about it to my friends and due to my openness about the subject have been called a Carrie of my time before, it is still one of those controversial topics. Many people say that with someone you have just met or even a good friend of yours, there are two things that one should not discuss. Politics and religion. That expression has been about for many, many years but in today's society with its ever changing economy and financial difficulties its hard not to discuss politics with someone due to the current government and their choices to regulate the economy. It is also hard not to discuss religion once you get onto the topic of economy and the government because of the war in Iraq. These two subjects are very controversial and rarely used as an opening subject, however, why has sex become so secretive and hidden as well?

Ones sex life as many would be uncomfortable discussing because it is a private matter, is still a natural thing. It's a simple, intimate, and completely sensual act. When you first meet someone I do not expect you to waltz up and introduce yourself with "Hello, my name is ***** and my favorite position is doggy style." No. Not that exactly. But especially with at least children or teens today it is such a hushed subject. In school we are rarely truly educated on the subject and the precautions needed for protection and many of teenagers, especially young girls, are fearful to go to their parents for help or guidance. I can personally speak with that I am 17, I am not a virgin and have been "sexually active" for a year, and am still fearful of my parents, or even my mum finding out. I realize posting this on my blog is not the smartest idea because there is a way of my mum or dad reading this, though that is highly unlikely. The only thing I would like to ask you is that why are we in today's society, unless you are in your thirties in which the magazines such as Glamour and Cosmo etc. say it is acceptable to broadcast your sex life, so sheltered? We have the media encouraging it with TV shows, music with artists like Christina Agularea and Britney Spears, and magazines giving you how-to's.

The things we need to know we can get online, we can confide in our friends about relationship problems and no longer need the "mother daughter" talk in order to have sex. There are teenagers who can be pregnant, have an abortion, and their parents would never know. Things that would have been disgraceful 50 years ago is now alright and a typical aspect of a teenagers life. There are girls who are having intercourse when they are 14 or even younger. There are TV shows on MTV about being 16 and pregnant. Despite it being such an everyday thing and in correspondence to having "16 and Pregnant" on MTV they also have "Sex with Mom and Dad" on that channel encouraging teens to talk to their parents. I personally could not imagine having that "sit down" with my mum as much as I would like to I just feel as though it would terribly awkward and we would just not be the same due to the time that has lapsed between my contemplation of it and the act itself, and the time from then to now. As much as sex is an open topic within society, within house holds an even the relationships, it is still such an uncomfortable, controversial topic.
So to conclude, I am not saying that sex is as controversial as politics or religion unless you are discussing sex as in gender and the science being used today in order for you to be capable of choosing the sex of your child, or the ever so controversial topic of same sex marriage, but just that sex is OK, it is natural, and it is something that if something were to go wrong with, it is best to have your parents know and be on your side. So this is just to all those girls out there who are contemplating it or indulging it in, be open about it. Your parents could in some instances help.



Quote for this post: "A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times"

Love. . .

Song to this post: "Love Remains the same" Gavin Rossdale

I know how majority of people wonder what love is. That there is no one term or definition to define love, that it's just something you feel and know straight away. In the movie "Dan in Real Life" the boyfriend says that "Love isn't a feeling, it's an ability". If that's true then do you need to be super talented to love? And then if so there are the people who say that everyone has someone out there who loves them, so then everyone is talented in love? I understand that I'm young and that my perception of love is different than that of someone who is 80 years old, but does age change your interpretation and knowledge of love? When you're young are you not really experiencing love but just a very strong, intense, infatuation? Do we as children or people of a younger age desire "love" so much just because we have seen it in movies and heard of its wonders; leading us to, in our minds, create love for another person? Do we simply mistake infatuation and lust for love just because we want love? If that is not the case and we are capable of feeling love at any age, then why does love rarely work out when we are younger; was that then not love? You can be so involved with a person emotionally and physically and mentally that you imagine this euphoria of love. That even years after their departure from your relationship aspect of life, when you see them and talk to them, you fall for them all over again. If someone treats you horribly emotionally and not how you deserve, yet you still want to be with them and am still convinced its love, then is it? I suppose the ultimate question is what is love? Some say that "love is the souls recognition of its counterpart in another", others say that love is loss; such as Goncourt, "Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence." With each definition and quote, with every book and movie, with each relationship and heartbreak, does love change? Is love to forever be just a word used to describe a situation amongst two people and that love is not a thing, but an ever changing, never ending, list of possibilities? Love is different to everyone, it can be the smell of an old book, the sound of rain, the wind in your hair or even mums spaghetti, but I suppose the real definition to love is this: "Love is not feeling, it's an experience."

new post

So I'm sitting here pondering as to what to write for this post. I could write about life and its troubles, could write about society and its conformist tendency's, could write about the inevitable heartbreak of love and its great pleasures and its partner pain, but what about a positive post? How about one that makes the reader smile or laugh or even, if they're not very humorous people, make the corners of their mouths crease upwards? That sounds uplifting, enjoyable, a good read. Now if I could only find something to do that. We could discuss politics which my friend Bryan constantly bugs me about, my views could possibly make a conservative laugh due to my "stupidity" of being a libertarian. We could discuss music and the lack of original lyrics in todays pop culture, example, Britney Spears and her new song "3" about, as you can probably tell, threesomes and even foursomes. We could discuss the great holiday cheer and christmas spirit, the eggnog and gingerbread houses, the snow and cold, shivering, frostbitten air. But we won't. Because as you all hopefully know whom are reading this I live in New Zealand. None of that is here. No cold, no snow, no eggnog, no gingerbread houses, and least of all holiday cheer. Unless that conists of bickering parents and fights and disgust? Then no, none of that. But that is neither positive nor uplifting, so new topic. Ok how about some funny videos from youtube? Always a hit on these blog things right?!
Baby doing the Stanky Leg dance:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkzXt9ZTwEE
Possesed Cat:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdVWQsE-8gM
Pixar Intro. Parody:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFK_XuVqsCQ&feature=sub

Enjoy!

Attached

Song to this post: "Break Away" Kelly Clarkson

Some say that attaching yourself to someone can be a good thing. That wanting something so badly and so enormously is healthy for us and helps us grow. But what about the pain that comes with it? What about the strings tied to us and the pull that we can't resist? When we want something that badly we forget about what is right for us and what we deserve and go for what we want. We rarely question it and hardly ever accept the negatives and what it would be like to have those strings cut. Are we so masochistic that we put ourselves in the position to get hurt from the people we are attached to? Do we subconsciously enjoy the pain that we receive from it? Further more, how are we to determine if the pain we feel is just a growing pain, or if it's the real pain? Are we to forever be attached to someone and ignore the pain or mistake it for knowledge? Whatever is the reason or outcome or result or what have you, the answer is the same. Pain is pain. It hurts, it sucks, and we have to live with it. The strings never break and the attachments always there. Never to fully move on, never to forget, and impossible to remove the scars. Is it ever possible for us to break those cords, and just divulge ourselves in the pain, in hopes that we have rid ourselves of its source? No. The pain remains like an everlasting sunburn, the ache echoes like a throbbing limb, and the heartbreak doesn't break even.

Quote to this post: "I'm not supposed to love you, I'm not supposed to care, I'm not supposed to live my life wishing you were there. I'm not supposed to wonder where you are or what you do . . .I'm sorry I can't help myself. I'm in love with you."

Live

Song to this post: "Fickle Cycle" Animal Collective

We take breathing for granted. If we took the time to really feel how taking a deep breath feels, everyone would be so much calmer. Just that sense of freedom, of realease, of free thought. One thought is just a thing amongst a pile. I don't know whats in that pile. It just builds and expands and tumbles. Little fish and crabs just wondering around. The mind is just like an ocean. So many different things just there. Doing their thing. Floating along. Like the other day I was studying and I put my feet in the pool. Then went up to knees. Then I put my hands, then my elbows, then all the way up and touched my nose to the water. But not actually going in fully, just sitting there playing with the water half in half not. Just. . . like a kid, like I was 6. When you were 6 everything was innocent and real, where as now we are flooded with the good and bad and reality. But what is good and bad? I mean is there ever really bad? Bad is just a concept and a perception of a person and their beliefs, but that doesn't mean that there are things that are overall bad. It just comes down to beliefs and people in their minds. That's society and good and bad. Just perception. No norms, no rules, no laws. There is no norm. There can't be norms. Cuz everything is a norm to someone. There is no good or bad or common or anything. It's just beliefs and people. I live by one law and one alone. The law of myself. Whatever that may be. Just me and what I think is right, wrong, acceptable, and law like. I mean the law of freedom. Life is a journey to freedom and self discovery. Life is all about freedom and discovery. Just live. No regrets. No looking back and no reservations.

Quote to this post: "There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle" Albert Einstein.

Now

Song to this Blog: "Drunk Again" Reel Big Fish

Wow. I love finding songs that say the things you want to, saving you the trouble. Such as at this moment it's "Drunk again" by Reel Big Fish. The verses not necessarily the chorus. So that's the song to this post and no need for a quote cuz it'll just be lyrics :)

Awoken

Song to this blog: "First Day of My Life" Bright Eyes

I went to a Lightning Bolt concert last night, and somewhere between the mosh pit of people, the insanely loud music and the desperate search for sturdy footing in order to not take out the drummer and his entire set, I found myself awake. There was a moment amongst all the chaos where it was just me in my own mind. No thoughts, no noise, no judging or fear, just simple, ole, me. Through the three hours of mind blowing music and ear piercing guitar I realized I did not think. For that entire time I was completely free. When I left I felt exhilarated and alive and just, for the first time in my life, absolutely free. Free from the heartache, the disappointment, and the constant confusion of my life. When I awoke this morning there was the ringing in my ears and the numbness in my brain, but a beautiful realization into the world. Yes, it is fucked up. Yes, it is insane. and Yes, there is heartbreak and disappointment, but somewhere between using all my strength to push 70 insane people behind me back, and grabbing some guys hand from attempting to go up my shirt then down my pants, I let go. Hoping this is a real change, and that I really have awoken to the world and its wonders, but how are we to know? How are we to know if we are awake, and if not, how do we wake up? I'm not certain of these answers, but for once in my life, I feel as though I can go in search of them and not be afraid to find out the answers.

Quote to this blog: "A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born."