R-E-S-P-E-C-T? lol, I dunno, man.
With everything I've been writing lately, it's easy to get the impression that my usual romantic ideals have been put on hold in favor of some good ol' booty.
Don't get it twisted.
Yes, you caught me in the middle of a sort of sexual awakening, if you will.
No, it doesn't help that... well, it's been a while.
Yes, I realize I get a little graphic sometimes, but, hey, it's just prose. Relaaax.
And no, it doesn't make me easy.
In fact, all I'm really doing is defining - if only for myself - all the little things I'm slowly realizing I like or don't like, the things I need, and the things I want.
Little girls grow up, people think about sex, and I am in fact - GASP! - a woman.
I just happen to do things a little differently, and posting my silly little fantasies about hands and lips and arms and shoulders and masculinity is my way of maturing oddly.
Still, however constant, this recent sensual rampage I've gone on doesn't necessarily mean I've abandoned my usual sweet and beautifully optimistic ideals.
I still want the kisses on the nose, I wanna be the little spoon and I want flowers for no reason. I want a few stupid nagging fights - and cutesy making up (or out, whatever) shortly thereafter. I want to fight the first couple of ridiculously strong urges I have to kiss him, just so he knows I'm not giving it away to the first guy who calls. I want someone who's gonna challenge me in every way a man should so that I can become more like the woman I want to be. I want - before anything else - mutual respect and adoration.
... and once that's accomplished, oh, it's on.
ps - In the meantime, just realize that the things I write about... chances are I'm writing cuz I'm not actually out doing them. Also, without the respect and adoration it'd be hard to pull that kind of intimacy off, dontcha think?
Don't get it twisted.
Yes, you caught me in the middle of a sort of sexual awakening, if you will.
No, it doesn't help that... well, it's been a while.
Yes, I realize I get a little graphic sometimes, but, hey, it's just prose. Relaaax.
And no, it doesn't make me easy.
In fact, all I'm really doing is defining - if only for myself - all the little things I'm slowly realizing I like or don't like, the things I need, and the things I want.
Little girls grow up, people think about sex, and I am in fact - GASP! - a woman.
I just happen to do things a little differently, and posting my silly little fantasies about hands and lips and arms and shoulders and masculinity is my way of maturing oddly.
Still, however constant, this recent sensual rampage I've gone on doesn't necessarily mean I've abandoned my usual sweet and beautifully optimistic ideals.
I still want the kisses on the nose, I wanna be the little spoon and I want flowers for no reason. I want a few stupid nagging fights - and cutesy making up (or out, whatever) shortly thereafter. I want to fight the first couple of ridiculously strong urges I have to kiss him, just so he knows I'm not giving it away to the first guy who calls. I want someone who's gonna challenge me in every way a man should so that I can become more like the woman I want to be. I want - before anything else - mutual respect and adoration.
... and once that's accomplished, oh, it's on.
ps - In the meantime, just realize that the things I write about... chances are I'm writing cuz I'm not actually out doing them. Also, without the respect and adoration it'd be hard to pull that kind of intimacy off, dontcha think?