Do You Know Where the Gyptian's Children Are?
<.< I may have, by my own neglectyness, let someone from school peek at my lj. Vicki, if you're reading this, shame on you! Stop reading my stupid angsty crap and get back to your dirty Phantom of the Opera fics! Or I'll... um... have to be forced to unveil my Lesbian Wrath, to which this earth knows no bounds! *hisses awkwardly*
Anyway. I saw Funny Face! Hoorahs! And, and, omigod. I made matzoh balls today, which are the best Jewish food on God's green earth. Well, right now the earth looks a little brown, but... *shrug* what can you do? All you silly Canadians who read this thing probably have white earth, what's up with that? You silly little things. o.o probably bigger and taller than me, actually...
Anyway. Away from not-so-little Canadians. On to tonight's topic, which is:
The varying degrees of sex!
<.< *cough*
It has come to my attention that there is a hideously large emotional and psychological gap between the second and third base. Enormous, really. The first and second "bases" of the teenage romance game are merely a revving of the engine in the garage. It is safe, fun, and does not create any lasting damage. Usually. But the third base and beyond delve into the realms of pleasure and selfishness and all those other big words that I can't list without being dirty. There comes a point in which what you are doing is either shared by the other person or completely closed off from said person. And when you are closed off chances are you are having a lot of hollow fun and the other person is becoming more disturbed by the moment, you are becoming more disturbed by the moment and the other person is having a lot of hollow fun, or you are both having very hollow fun. And it is, of course, more complicated than that, but you get the idea. Of course, if you aren't closed off, storybooks with brave knights and hot chicks on the front will tell you that it is wonderful and magical and all the rest. I suppose. I have yet to test that particular theory.
...And why am I writing this, you ask? I have no idea! *runs away*
Anyway. I saw Funny Face! Hoorahs! And, and, omigod. I made matzoh balls today, which are the best Jewish food on God's green earth. Well, right now the earth looks a little brown, but... *shrug* what can you do? All you silly Canadians who read this thing probably have white earth, what's up with that? You silly little things. o.o probably bigger and taller than me, actually...
Anyway. Away from not-so-little Canadians. On to tonight's topic, which is:
The varying degrees of sex!
<.< *cough*
It has come to my attention that there is a hideously large emotional and psychological gap between the second and third base. Enormous, really. The first and second "bases" of the teenage romance game are merely a revving of the engine in the garage. It is safe, fun, and does not create any lasting damage. Usually. But the third base and beyond delve into the realms of pleasure and selfishness and all those other big words that I can't list without being dirty. There comes a point in which what you are doing is either shared by the other person or completely closed off from said person. And when you are closed off chances are you are having a lot of hollow fun and the other person is becoming more disturbed by the moment, you are becoming more disturbed by the moment and the other person is having a lot of hollow fun, or you are both having very hollow fun. And it is, of course, more complicated than that, but you get the idea. Of course, if you aren't closed off, storybooks with brave knights and hot chicks on the front will tell you that it is wonderful and magical and all the rest. I suppose. I have yet to test that particular theory.
...And why am I writing this, you ask? I have no idea! *runs away*