Stop kidding yourself guys. Everything has been done before. It’s the combination of these elements that make things interesting. Everyone is “unique” which makes everyone “the same” It’s such a lazy way to describe yourself.
If someone can explain to me why pregnant teenage girls get kicked out of high school, and yet the boys who impregnated them are allowed to stay, then I will make you a Nobel Prize. I literally cannot wrap my mind around that stupidity.
“Although most boys figure out how to bring themselves to orgasm by age thirteen, half of girls don’t have their first orgasms until their late teens, twenties, or beyond. Teenage girls widely agree that they get the message loud and clear that masturbation is something boys do, but girls don’t, can’t, or shouldn’t. The cultural focus on intercourse tells young women to expect they’ll begin to experience sexual pleasure once they have sex with a man (whether or not they’re even interested in sex with men). Nearly all teen boys, on the other hand, experience sexual pleasure long before they get their hands—or other body parts—into a partner’s pants. Despite the massive advances in women’s equality, young women’s sexuality is stuck in a surprising paradox. Young women are sold provocative clothes but aren’t taught where to find their own clitoris. Many girls give their boyfriends oral sex, but are too uncomfortable with their own bodies to allow the guys to return the favor. It’s still a radical act to say that women need and deserve access to information about their own sexual pleasure—not just about the risks and negative consequences of sex.”—Dorian Solot, I Love Female Orgasm: An Extraordinary Orgasm Guide. (via feministhistorian)
But for some reason having an art professor be Russian makes her seem more professional and legit. Eli was texting me last Friday about how he can’t take his stats prof seriously since she sounds like Amy Pond, and I was going on about how classically awesome my prof sounded with her Russian accent.
“Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society’s definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference—those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are Black, who are older—know that survival is not an academic skill. It is learning how to stand alone, unpopular and sometimes reviled, and how to make common cause with those others identified as outside the structures in order to define and seek a world in which we can all flourish. It is learning how to take our differences and make them strengths. For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change”—Audre Lorde (via ellielamothe)
Those sorts of situations are hard. I also find that I’m more comfortable dancing with a group of girls,unless I’m with a guy friend, or a significant other. Parties like that are known for getting out of control, so your fears are totally validated.
I get really on edge at the parties especially since they are inviting random strangers in that I don’t know really well. I’m fine with the brothers since they pretty much treat girlfriends like part of the gang, and they only make passing lewd jokes that aren’t really intentional.
Also fist fights break out all the time, and I DO NOT want to be one of those girls who falls down the stairs because of that. >_>
If it makes you feel better, I can’t dance with girls.
UGH IT’S SO ANNOYING. It’s times like these where I wish formal dances were the norm and were taught to us, so awkward levels would diminish. Crotch to ass action is not permitted unless you follow xy and z guidelines! Then I wouldn’t have to worry about random stranger humping me in the dead of the night. O_<
Is it terrible that I felt more comfortable at the dances sponsored by my friends church groups? Since dancing there pretty much consists of jumping up and down and making silly hand motions.
Many of the clubs at my school sponser dances, and often times those usually consist of people being dorks and jumping about. Despite it being a women’s college’ plenty of ladies still grind up against one another…
I have no problem with other people grinding. I just really don’t like doing that kind of thing in public. I also don’t know the etiquette involved in initiating that sort of thing or getting a guy to back off.
DISCLAIMER: I’m really not trying to come across as arrogant or show-offy. I’m just writing observations down to help me figure things out.
EDIT: If you enjoy shellacking yourself with makeup and dancing around in skimpy clothing then that’s fine with me! Your choice, and your business, I’m just stating why I personally don’t feel comfortable doing it.
So Eli’s best friend overheard many very lewd conversations two brothers here were having about me. This makes three guys that are interested me in this house. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I mean, I don’t go out of my way to look flirtatious or coquettish. Quite the opposite really. I lock myself up in his room to study when parties occur. And when I attend these events, I get my booze, and either A. never leave his side, or B casually talk to other girls and yell at the guys giving them a hard time if they’ve had too much liquor.
I don’t dress overly provacative. I mean hell, these leather boots I have on are for war. It may seem silly but I feel safer in these boots because my father gave them to me. Easy to run in, and durable.
Of course this really just could be Tom being a total dick, since the frat brothers make lewd conversations about EVERYONE all the damn time. So I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.
Yeah he’s a dick. Love the boy to death, but he’s a total dick, and at least he’s honest about it. Fuck what those guys think of me. No matter how hard I try I’ll always manage to stick out and look awkward at these events. ._.
I like to dance, when there’s good friends surrounding me who I trust. Or people who I know won’t judge you for being silly. I like to dance with friends, who are primarily female.
I can’t dance with guys.
I feel like in this era where dancing with a guy means you’re obligated to give him a boner when you don’t do it, you stick out.
And I spend my whole life trying to blend in as much as possible. It’s how I was raised. Don’t look like a threat and study hard. Yeah being raised by parents who have post traumatic stress from living in a war zone really fucks with you. :D
So I can’t dance with guys. I’d like to dance with Eli, but I don’t know how to. He’s twirled me around, and attempted to do fancy things like lifts. (Which have ended in disaster)
But seeing all those girls with the heaving breasts and the legs that go on forever puts me on edge. btw I’m TOTALLY fine with turning him on, just in the privacy of our own room and stuff like that. >_>
It’s like this costume they wear.SUPER DARK EYESHADOW SHELACKED MASCARA, stick straight hair, and something tight that barely covers you.