Love makes us foolishly optimistic. -Wale Folarin

Some Shit I Believe

Some Shit I Believe
no evil here. just truth.


The Celebration of Pussy

write about vaginas, those are deep. -matt.

*parental discretion is advised* <---lol.

Lol, I have awesome best friends if I do say so myself. Excuse the fuck out of my title, but Matt is right, vagina's are deep, deeper than most people think, men and women included. Vagina's go as deep as a woman's soul goes. A woman's empowerment is deeply connected to their sexuality, "Pussy Power" if you wanna call it that. Pussy is a great thing, if I do say so myself. Yes, I'll hype my own shit 'cause I gets it in...haha, lemme stop. (but really, i do.) Anyways, as I said, pussy = greatness but a lot of people have a tendency to disrespect the pussy and I can never understand why...pussy is the 50% of the creation of the world; the more painful 50%. Men disrespect pussy and the women who own them DESPITE the fact that they themselves came from a beautiful vagina. Speaking as a woman, I know that when a man is good to me, treats me well and loves me outside of the bedroom, my pussy is better to him. When he proceeds to fuck up, the pussy takes notice and he may not be swimmin it like he used to. My pussy is directly connected to my emotions, almost all women's are, if not, be assured there is some underlying reason from their pasts that has made them that way...

A major example of pussy praising is The Vagina Monologues. If you haven't seen it or heard of it at all, look that shit up, lol. One of my favorite scenes (they're damn near all my favorites) from TVM is "Because He Liked to Look at It" in which a woman describes how she thought her pubic area was ugly and unattractive until a sexual encounter with a man who loved to spend hours looking at it. And that my friends is exactly the type of appreciation people should have towards the vag. But ladies, don't wait until a man begins to appreciate your pussy. If you already love the pussy God gave you before anyone else does, the confidence will radiate through you and men feed off that shit, other women do too, i mean everybody does. It's like the quote from the movie Coach Carter by Marianne Williamson, "And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." When a woman walks around confidently, other woman will be forced to, like Nicki Minaj says, step their cookies up.

Dear men (not boys cause boys haven't yet grasped this concept), you should loveeeee pussy and I mean love in a way that does not abuse and use women. You need to stop tryna fuck every girl in the world. You may think you're satisfied but you'll never know what real satisfaction is until you find that ONE woman, that ONE pussy that treats you so well. The kind of pussy that makes your toes curl, makes you moan, bite your lip, say her name because you actually know what it is and then when she puts your ass to bed, you don't mind waking up to the beautiful WOMAN that owns that pussy and loves sharing it with you and only you. Also, when you loveeeee some pussy make sure you love it good. EAT IT, hit it how she wants it, just make it feel good. It should be ONE PUSSY and ONE PUSSY ONLY that you treat so well.

I feel as if vagina, pussy, cooch, cunt or any other word that you can think of to describe such a powerful movement (yes, pussy power is a movement.) should be praised and appreciated by the owners and the lovers and the admirers and shit, even the ob-gyn's. And if you can't respect the pussy, well then, truth be told, you can just fuck yourself.



This Thing Called Love

Show no love, love will get you killed.
That's a ridiculous rule, but the way things usually fall will make you feel like that. I have a best friend, one really awesome girl who you could basically say this rule is her way of life, and after what I've been through, I'm damn near this close to hopping on that boat too.

What have I been through you ask? Well, I loved a boy, or present tense still love, who used to love me back. And now he couldn't care less. It's a different kinda pain that I've never felt, a soul-hurt. It hurts deeper than anything else ever has and what's worse is, I can't even say we're friends. If I hadn't showed him love, he wouldn't be killing me, feel me? Times like these can discourage the heart. Especially when I miss him at random parts of the day or damn near every damn thing reminds me of a time when we were US. But I was good to him, wanted to be better of course, cause that's my human nature, I just always strive to be a better person. My other best friend, one great white kid, tells me that I should sleep soundly knowing that I have a heart and that I'm capable of a feeling that most people never grasp in their whole life, or that most people get really good at pretending.

I love too hard and I've never thought that was a bad thing. I love the way I love because I know how people (family and mates) have loved me in the past, and that it's not a good feeling, not one of those I-feel-protected-and-warm-inside things. Once upon a time, I felt warm and fuzzy from just the thought of this boy...and I don't know what he feels towards me today 'cause I don't understand him, but even after all this, I don't hate him. I would never dream of it.

All in all, what I'm saying is: You can't let bad experiences shy you from the beauty of life and love for that matter. When he loved me, it was amazing, perfect, everything you would want love to be: your best friend and your lover all wrapped into one sexy or beautiful package but now I'm working through the pain of not even having the friend I knew. And I don't want my savage best friend to be discouraged by the pain I'm going through or the pain she's been through herself. It's all really beautiful and worth it. Promise.


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