Girls are known for being “embarrassed” to admit they masturbate. Lets see how many are brave enough to reblog this post.
OOOOOH GIRLS, YOUR LYING IF YOU SAY YOU DON’T.
Every goddamn day.
who can give me better orgasms than me?
^^exactly
I would love to visit many places, but I suppose the location in the place of honor would be Alaska. It is mostly untouched and it is those areas that interest me the most.
I had hoped to never feel the need to write about my religion. It is something dear to me and I thought that perhaps I had reached the point in my life where people were more mature than to attack something they themselves cherish. Apparently this is not so.
To explain things, I am, firstly, a Pagan. To many this is no big shocker, you either know me personally or likely have encountered some lesson regarding them and know something of them. Mainly that they exist in modern society. Secondly, I am a hopeless romantic. So yes, this involves a male.
I hate that my first ever blog is something so morbid. I had hoped it to be a rambling on about something random and happy, brought forth by silly courage. Instead I merely need to leak out the tar of my frustration upon this page.
I loved him. I had said so and he had lied (as I now know) and said he did as well. I was happier than I had been in a relationship in a long while. That element of caring had simply been missing on the other side for so long and I thought I had finally found it again. I was rejoicing, practically leaping with happiness.
Until tonight. Until the texts. Because even though we are separated and face to face isn’t possible, he didn’t even have the guts to call. But that is fine, I can work with what I am given. I can live with you saying ‘I’m not ready for a relationship’, I myself have found myself feeling that way before, and who am I to judge? ‘You said it and I didn’t want to hurt you’, who hasn’t felt that pressure when the other person says those fateful words? But to say to me: ‘My family could never accept you and I can’t go against them.’
…As if I can not clearly tell the reasoning behind that statement.
You would dare to try and use my faith as a motive behind your separating from me? Are you trying to hurt me? Because when you say that you wish to remain friends, adding that final nail into the coffin isn’t the way to go about it! You should have left it there, should have stopped, but no, foolishly you rushed forward and smacked me in the face!
That is what it felt like. I am strong. I am conceded enough to admit that. I can take so much, carry such a heavy weight, but at that moment I crumbled. I found myself crying. Crying! Such a horrible display, I have always hated the act. And he made me go to that step because I am not good enough to be accepted by his family.
I am not good enough.
Because I am a Pagan.
Because I am accepting to all others. Because I take such strides to understand everyone’s side.
I am not judgmental. I love everyone. Tall, short, fat, skinny, dark, light, in between, Christian, Pagan, Atheist, Buddhist, Muslim…I love you all. To quote V for Vendetta: “But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.”
So love me as I love you. Love me as your God loves me, you, and everyone else walking upon this planet. And stop judging me.
Because it isn’t fair for me to reject you for being what you are, and I only expect the same in turn.
Do I ask too much?
