Do you have a type? Yes what you find yourself attracted to?
Is it a astrological sign or ethnicity that you look for? Or body size and shoe size? Physical or personality?
Over 7 billion, all different in same and other ways, people in the world and you live in one area.
There is bound to be something out there for everyone.
And watching this documentary ”The science of sex appeal” got me thinking.
Are all of these feelings I have inside really just genetics,hormones, and other what my biology teacher use to blabber about while me and my friends talked about last nights episode of Catfish.
”Yes. It is”. Discovery Channel bitch slaps me in the face with the truth.
Smell, sound, taste, sight, touch, all senses. Tells me what gives me the hots.
But when I rest my big, slight chubby face on my pillow at the end of the night I think to myself other then what my first meal will be in the morning is…….
What is mine?
And then I dream of the celebrity men I do find myself attracted to.
Josh Peck, Ben Feldman, Enrique Iglesias, Josh Duhamel, and so on.
The long hair on guys I love. Broad shoulders, artsy hobbies and talents.
Makes me bananas.
So whats yours?
Feel free to explain and express your inner attraction to attraction.
I’m interested in what others have to say.
I started going to, lets call it ”Hard Core Christian Church” with my secretly gay best friend since 7th grade. That being the only reason, since it was the only time out of school we could chill. Was why I would go. But deep down what the passionate preacher preached was making it hard for me to accept the Jesus they knew and influenced me with so much. A Jesus that could only bring his people to the shiny bright heaven top with endless glory and grace, who were saved. And being saved was accepting him and Christianity fully. And knowing it fully was to commit every single thing you did in every single minute you had. Right. Cause at any second the world could end and the damned would stay on earth to be tortured in the lake of fire forever. And they made it clear to me. Forever.
God wasn’t a joke and experimenting with drugs and sex was defiantly out of the question. Staying pure or celibate before marriage was a must. Porn with your eyes was explained to me that my eyes were apart of god. And would I want god seeing it? Being gay? Well god made you perfect. So if you were born a man or a woman, why would you want to change that. Drugs ruined your body, my body belonged to god. And bad actions would make you a leader of the devil.
So did I listen?
Nope. I did drugs a few times (just weed), I drank a beer here and there, I’m still a virgin but sure teen experiences like kissing were explored with both genders. I had my share of ”demonic” doings. And im not ashamed to have done them. Im sure everyone has too and for the people who haven’t, great. Im not saying its alright to just rebel but its given me a sense of what I like and what I don’t. Im not going to go crazy and do it all the time. Cause Im smarter than that.
In my control of what I do. I know that there is a god. But just and I say this respectfully because they are really awesome people, it’s not my god. I have a god that is accepting of everyone. Being ”saved” has so many definitions in religions it’s almost impossible which to identify yourself with and which to ignore from other beliefs. And shutting every other possibility out there is ignorant. You don’t have to rage against it as long as it isn’t harmful or dangerous. Just being respectful shows you are grown and open to seeing what opportunity there is in this diverse universe. Why waste all your energy on subjects that are nothing of no ones business if you have no part of it at all. Sure it may be around you but don’t hate it. Embrace culture and life. Its what brings peace and unity to what humanity is. What humanity can be. It makes you a better person to understand, to acknowledge beauty in so many forms and ways.
A god who loves anyone. With good inside of them. Who may know god in any other name that there is. Woman, Male, or Animal. Colors from black to blue.
With so much to learn. Never let those moments to educate you pass by.
Have a Great Day :)
,The Loving Hippie Poetry Freak.
At the age of being a young, semi mature, passion seeking, adventure dreaming, bright eyed girl. I am going to the exotic world of Puerto Rico this summer with my mom and a cousin I have only met once. There in the land of beautiful beach bods and Latin booty shaking music. I have at least one almost, possible, expectation that will happen. I will do the ”do” do. I know it is so unoriginal to want to have your first sexual experience over a short summer with some( this is who I am hoping to have it with) rebellious, good looking, young man who has the charms of James Bonds. And it’s unrealistic. But keep in mind, this is no where near what will happen. It is just something that might. But if it were to. I would expect the guy to be my age or older, a friend of the family I am visiting, not at all like James Bond, not at all rebellious like Charlie Sheen(not that I like Charlie Sheen, but hoping you get point) and who would just be like any other Joe or Bob that I know. But would swoon me with affection and a hobby that he does like photography, art, or poetry. And just that would have me begging for his love. Doesn’t it always happen like this? In every cinema fairy tale?
Life in my understanding is no Nicholas Sparks book.
And wanting it or fantasizing, is fine. But it wont happen.
So I’m going to stop looking at the stars.
And accept the 99% of being the same like everyone else.
I am like everyone else.