I used to love Sex-Ed at school. It was always the best lesson as I basically just pissed around making dick jokes.
I knew all the stuff they were trying to tell me anyway, as at the end of the day, all anyone ever learnt from Sex Ed was to wear a condom.
Wearing a condom cured all problems in sex according to my shitty teachers.
Such bullshit.
We learnt the wrong thing's in school about sex. The only useful thing I learn't was how to put a condom on my dick. Once that things on, I'm now invincible from getting a girl preggers and AID's. Job done.
But we never learnt about the mental effects of sex. The effect it has on our emotional health.
Sexual health is much more than just avoiding pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases.
Being sexually healthy is about emotional development, respect and understanding for you and being able to make the right choices. People should be able to make the right choices that make them feel comfortable without fear of intimidation, or hurt others.
Sex is a beautiful thing in strong relationships. It's intimate and fun and brings 2 people together like no thing can. Once you are comfortable with that person and your sex life, you can have so much fun. It's enjoyable, feel's amazing and can bring out your kinkiest instincts. All of which are confidence-building
However I'm not saying that sex outside of relationships is a bad thing. It can be fun and sexy, and we all want it every now and then. You just have to make sure that you have the right mindset, that it is all you want, and not a cry for help.
I've seen so many girls, and boys, go and sleep around because they are just looking for someone to love them. Sex isn't love. And having sex with someone will not make them love you.
And having sex with someone to try and block out certain feelings is also a recipe for disaster
It has the ability to mess your head up, big time.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, sex is amazing. You just have to do it in the right way.....
....doggy.
Friday, 24 June 2011
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Confessions of a Romantic Male
Guy's do not have a clue about relationships, or women. I'm just gonna throw that one out there.
When we're growing up we don't get much experience of how to act around girls. Were just taught to play football with our mates, or pretend to blow shit up with our Action Man.
Unlike girls, who are expected to dream about their Wedding and Baby plans from when they're 2, guy's don't get much help in figuring relationships out.
Me? I thought I'd figured it out. I was wrong.
And once again, as is a familiar pattern in my blogs, I blame Disney.
When I watched Disney films, and just generic love films, when I was younger, I always saw that it was the nice prince who got his princess.
It's always the geek who gets the hot girl in High School, by expressing his love to her and showing his true feelings.
And there's always a guy who bursts into a wedding at the last possible second to tell the bride how he truely feels about her, and then they rush off into the sunset.
I was influenced a lot by these films, and in all fairness, I wanted that.
I wanted to be the underdog geek who won the girl by telling her the truth.
I wanted to be the prince who fights until his last breath for the girl of his dreams.
I wanted to have my own love story.
However, life doesn't work like that.
For years I thought that's what women want. A sensitive, cute guy who respects and loves them with all his heart.
In reality, they desire the opposite.
Girls want a strong, arrogant motherfucker who will ignore them, or a guy who doesn't give two shits about boring romantic feelings and instead only cares about drinking and having fun. It's not a bad thing that they want these types of guys. In fact, it's just natural selection.
I just wish that I wasn't pointed in the wrong direction from a young age.
Causes me a lot of hurt.
This is the truth:
Cool bastards will forever get the girl, and nice guy's will always finish last.
Which one are you?
When we're growing up we don't get much experience of how to act around girls. Were just taught to play football with our mates, or pretend to blow shit up with our Action Man.
Unlike girls, who are expected to dream about their Wedding and Baby plans from when they're 2, guy's don't get much help in figuring relationships out.
Me? I thought I'd figured it out. I was wrong.
And once again, as is a familiar pattern in my blogs, I blame Disney.
When I watched Disney films, and just generic love films, when I was younger, I always saw that it was the nice prince who got his princess.
It's always the geek who gets the hot girl in High School, by expressing his love to her and showing his true feelings.
And there's always a guy who bursts into a wedding at the last possible second to tell the bride how he truely feels about her, and then they rush off into the sunset.
I was influenced a lot by these films, and in all fairness, I wanted that.
I wanted to be the underdog geek who won the girl by telling her the truth.
I wanted to be the prince who fights until his last breath for the girl of his dreams.
I wanted to have my own love story.
However, life doesn't work like that.
For years I thought that's what women want. A sensitive, cute guy who respects and loves them with all his heart.
In reality, they desire the opposite.
Girls want a strong, arrogant motherfucker who will ignore them, or a guy who doesn't give two shits about boring romantic feelings and instead only cares about drinking and having fun. It's not a bad thing that they want these types of guys. In fact, it's just natural selection.
I just wish that I wasn't pointed in the wrong direction from a young age.
Causes me a lot of hurt.
This is the truth:
Cool bastards will forever get the girl, and nice guy's will always finish last.
Which one are you?
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
The Field.
A common saying is that life is a long river that we slowly drift down. Missing all the important, nice thing's in the water because were so busy trying to keep afloat. And that sometimes the current can get rough, and other time's it can be peaceful and lovely.
That's one perspective.
But as we all know, they're are an infinite amount of perspective's in the universe.
I prefer to think of life as a giant open field.
A huge green one that's full of cow's and daffodils and stinging nettles.
And those big round hay ball's that people climb up on and take pictures.
So instead of this river that you float down, unaware of your own movements, and knowing that you'll move down it anyway, regardless of whether you try or not (e.g. fate) it is instead up to you to move around this field.
Exploring and finding your own way around.
In the end it's useless, it's only a fucking field and field's aren't really exciting.
But in your time in this field, you will look upon everything from various different points. Different perspectives you may say.
You will first look at the cow's in the field from head on, you facing them, them facing you. You will be scared of them at first, as they look scary and new and powerful. They could hurt you. You don't know how they're gonna act around you. But you will learn to love them. And they will learn to love you.
You will stroke their nose and smile at them, and swear that they're smiling back.
You will never know for sure as you don't really know how a cow smiles. But you don't need to really know, not deep down.
Then, eventually, some of the cows will turn their backs on you, and shit all over your shoes as they walk away. You will squirm, and notice that cow's look fucking disgusting from behind. Not the pretty cute cow faces that you saw before.
The cow's aren't really cow's at all. The cows are the people, and interactions, in your life. Family, friends, lovers.
In the meantime, you've also noticed a beautiful glint of yellow from the corner of your eye. It's a daffodil. It's even more beautiful than the cow's. It's more intricate and pretty than anything you've ever seen before. It's both delicate and invincible at the same time. You want to care for it, and touch it and feel it in your hands. You instinctively want it to be yours.
So you pick it.
You pluck it out of the ground, and hold this amazing, simple, beautful thing in your hands. Your head suddenly fills with amazingly happy thought's, and for a split second you don't notice the rank smell of shit on your shoes. You forget that you're even stood in a field.
But then the thoughts in your head begin to leave, to deteriorate. The daffodil is dying. You killed it, and it's slowly turning into a brown shadow of what it once was. Up close it's not beautiful anymore. It's ugly.
You throw it on the ground and run.
The daffodil represents art, beauty, inspiration. It's the thing's that you love with everything you have. In fact, it is love.
You try to get as far away from the daffodil as possible, but in your rush you fall into a huge bush of stinging nettles. There's a stabbing pain in your leg as you curse yourself for wearing short's. At first you're unsure of how stinging nettles really work. I mean, you've never seen them before! So you stand there, in the stinging nettles, confused and trying to figure out what's going on. You think about the cow's and the daffodils, maybe they've got something to do with it.
Then it dawns on you. This harmless looking flora must have stung you deep in your leg somehow. The fucker.
And the worst bit? When you get out of the nettles, the leg starts to itch. A temporary reminder that will stay with you for as long as you think about it. However as soon as you forget about that stinging, and think about something else, you slowly forget that it was ever hurting in the first place.
I mean, your now aware of what it does, but you kinda forget how it felt.
Interesting.
The stinging nettles are pain. Whether it be grief, misery, or a sickness. There's a shit load of stinging nettles in the field.
As you turn around and now knowingly look at the back of those stinging nettles, you notice that the shit on your shoe's has been wiped off by all the leaves.
Silver lining.
And of course, to finish off, we have the giant hay bales. The huge fuckers that seemed quite small, interesting and exciting from when you first looked at them all that time ago, during your primary steps in the field. Now they're massive. And because you have a burning curiosity you know that you're gonna have to climb them soon. Shit.
You doubt yourself. When comparing these huge monsters to everything else in the field, all those other things seem meaningless.
It is now when you have 2 choices.
1. You take on the hay bale full on. Gripping at it's side and trying to haul yourself to the top. You probably will fall, but then you'll just get up and try again.
Or 2. You'll do what most of us do and turn around. Trying not to think about the hay bales. Thinking instead of the beautiful daffodil and the smiling cow. You may even take another look at those things, and notice that they look a lot smaller now that you're further away.
The hay bale will never get smaller however. Everytime you look at it, no matter how far away you are, you will always remember it as a huge monster.
The hay bales are our goals and ambitions in life. Our "point" one might say. The size of them will depend on you as a person, cuz let's not forget, this story is in your head. I write a few words, but you're the one that fills in the blanks. The bigger they are, the more anxious you are about your goals and what you want to do. The smaller, then the more ready you are to take them on.
Throughout your journey in the field you have seen many things, from many different points of view. And you have been the one who has made that journey. You've walked away from the cow's and the daffodils and into the stinging nettles, not because you wanted to, but because you had to.
There is something deep down that gives you the desire to fucking run around this field as much as you can.
Follow. That. Instinct.
That's one perspective.
But as we all know, they're are an infinite amount of perspective's in the universe.
I prefer to think of life as a giant open field.
A huge green one that's full of cow's and daffodils and stinging nettles.
And those big round hay ball's that people climb up on and take pictures.
So instead of this river that you float down, unaware of your own movements, and knowing that you'll move down it anyway, regardless of whether you try or not (e.g. fate) it is instead up to you to move around this field.
Exploring and finding your own way around.
In the end it's useless, it's only a fucking field and field's aren't really exciting.
But in your time in this field, you will look upon everything from various different points. Different perspectives you may say.
You will first look at the cow's in the field from head on, you facing them, them facing you. You will be scared of them at first, as they look scary and new and powerful. They could hurt you. You don't know how they're gonna act around you. But you will learn to love them. And they will learn to love you.
You will stroke their nose and smile at them, and swear that they're smiling back.
You will never know for sure as you don't really know how a cow smiles. But you don't need to really know, not deep down.
Then, eventually, some of the cows will turn their backs on you, and shit all over your shoes as they walk away. You will squirm, and notice that cow's look fucking disgusting from behind. Not the pretty cute cow faces that you saw before.
The cow's aren't really cow's at all. The cows are the people, and interactions, in your life. Family, friends, lovers.
In the meantime, you've also noticed a beautiful glint of yellow from the corner of your eye. It's a daffodil. It's even more beautiful than the cow's. It's more intricate and pretty than anything you've ever seen before. It's both delicate and invincible at the same time. You want to care for it, and touch it and feel it in your hands. You instinctively want it to be yours.
So you pick it.
You pluck it out of the ground, and hold this amazing, simple, beautful thing in your hands. Your head suddenly fills with amazingly happy thought's, and for a split second you don't notice the rank smell of shit on your shoes. You forget that you're even stood in a field.
But then the thoughts in your head begin to leave, to deteriorate. The daffodil is dying. You killed it, and it's slowly turning into a brown shadow of what it once was. Up close it's not beautiful anymore. It's ugly.
You throw it on the ground and run.
The daffodil represents art, beauty, inspiration. It's the thing's that you love with everything you have. In fact, it is love.
You try to get as far away from the daffodil as possible, but in your rush you fall into a huge bush of stinging nettles. There's a stabbing pain in your leg as you curse yourself for wearing short's. At first you're unsure of how stinging nettles really work. I mean, you've never seen them before! So you stand there, in the stinging nettles, confused and trying to figure out what's going on. You think about the cow's and the daffodils, maybe they've got something to do with it.
Then it dawns on you. This harmless looking flora must have stung you deep in your leg somehow. The fucker.
And the worst bit? When you get out of the nettles, the leg starts to itch. A temporary reminder that will stay with you for as long as you think about it. However as soon as you forget about that stinging, and think about something else, you slowly forget that it was ever hurting in the first place.
I mean, your now aware of what it does, but you kinda forget how it felt.
Interesting.
The stinging nettles are pain. Whether it be grief, misery, or a sickness. There's a shit load of stinging nettles in the field.
As you turn around and now knowingly look at the back of those stinging nettles, you notice that the shit on your shoe's has been wiped off by all the leaves.
Silver lining.
And of course, to finish off, we have the giant hay bales. The huge fuckers that seemed quite small, interesting and exciting from when you first looked at them all that time ago, during your primary steps in the field. Now they're massive. And because you have a burning curiosity you know that you're gonna have to climb them soon. Shit.
You doubt yourself. When comparing these huge monsters to everything else in the field, all those other things seem meaningless.
It is now when you have 2 choices.
1. You take on the hay bale full on. Gripping at it's side and trying to haul yourself to the top. You probably will fall, but then you'll just get up and try again.
Or 2. You'll do what most of us do and turn around. Trying not to think about the hay bales. Thinking instead of the beautiful daffodil and the smiling cow. You may even take another look at those things, and notice that they look a lot smaller now that you're further away.
The hay bale will never get smaller however. Everytime you look at it, no matter how far away you are, you will always remember it as a huge monster.
The hay bales are our goals and ambitions in life. Our "point" one might say. The size of them will depend on you as a person, cuz let's not forget, this story is in your head. I write a few words, but you're the one that fills in the blanks. The bigger they are, the more anxious you are about your goals and what you want to do. The smaller, then the more ready you are to take them on.
Throughout your journey in the field you have seen many things, from many different points of view. And you have been the one who has made that journey. You've walked away from the cow's and the daffodils and into the stinging nettles, not because you wanted to, but because you had to.
There is something deep down that gives you the desire to fucking run around this field as much as you can.
Follow. That. Instinct.
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