Homophobes 'R' us

It is the year 2015 and what have we accomplished so far that would not impact me too much but is still pretty epic? 

Gay Marriage in America!

That's right kids, you can now marry whoever you want no matter what their gender or sexual preference! Isn't that great? I think so, but I know people who don't.  

A grand total of three quarters of my friends are not completely straight, they are bi, gay, pan, ace, etc, and most of the remaining quarter are supportive of their friends and can be around them without making any unnecessary comments about it, like friends should. There is one of my friends who is straight, homophobic, and makes comments that are rather inappropriate for the situations he makes them in, but he acts camp and to the people who know him he seems like he is still in the closet. 

We usually ignore him, we all have each other to talk to anyway. 

There are still many people who believe anything other than straight is wrong and I think that is rather bigoted and closed minded. But what are you going to do about it. 

But the point is, we are in a age where you can be accepted for who you are and how you feel. You should never have to hide yourself because someone says it is wrong. 

It is the year 2015. If you don't like how it is; shut up, grow up, and let people be who they are. 

Don't give me that "it's how I was raised" rubbish, you know better than them. 

Emily

So a few months ago I met Emily. I was in Costa getting a drink during my lunch hour at work and I was acting like a stalker and staring at her. She sort of noticed and long story short I get her number and we became buddies! Emily is one of the most ethereal and beautiful, in looks and personality,  people I must have ever met and she is mine.

Not literally mine, we aren't together, but she is mine in the sense that she hasn't, and will not, meet any of my current friends. We agreed on this after a late night discussion when I wasn't too keen on them and she wanted to know more about my life and the people I choose to spend it with. My friends know of her and that she exists in the shambles that is my life, but they know practically nothing about her. We don't have or follow each other on social media except Tumblr, but no one would know who she was anyway.

We have this relationship because we both need someone who is unbiased and away from the day-to- day things we deal with so we can just be ourselves around each other and not have to worry about what people may think.

It also helps that we are both giant nerds and belong in the trash.



She stalks this blog too so;
                             Hey Em, Hope you don't mind me writing this... See you when you get back and bring me a present back with you in the form of sugary stuff or merch!

Cheatercheaterbestfriendeater

On Facebook I am "friends" with quite a few people, about 40% of my friends list, that post things such as relationship goals, rules for a relationship, or don't talk to your ex posts. Fair enough, your space, post what you want. I find nothing wrong with what you usually post but I have some problems with these sort of things you are sharing, so here are my rules for a relationship! 

Rule Number 1:

Don't cheat. 

That's it, don't cheat. I'm not going to stop you talking to your ex, I'm not going to stop you from meeting with other people of the same sex as me. That is controlling and I'm not sure I want to be like that. In a relationship you might get into arguments and fights but if they are cheating just get rid of them. 

All these things about trust and jealousy but you break the trust as soon as you cheat, no matter what you may have done to build it up in the first place, it's gone now. 

Yes, there are other things that should be relationship rules like don't hit each other, don't disrespect a person's opinion, or don't carry on if they say no, but if these things are happening then it isn't really a relationship and you should just leave it. 

P.s 

To the cheating thing; 

"But I was drunk so it doesn't count" 

It counts. Alcohol changes your ability to make decisions, it doesn't change your morals. It's not a reason, it's a excuse. 

P.p.s

I am rather bitter when it comes to cheating, it's happend to me when they cheated on me with one of my good friends, it's happend to a best friend of mine with the same circumstances (Same girl about 5 times, different guys), and it has ruined quite a few stable relationships that I would have looked up to as a "relationship goal" if it wasn't for it. 

And the title of this is the name of a song by Nevershoutnever that my friends and I thoroughly enjoyed a few years ago. 

Truth or dare

Never challenge me to a game of Truth or Dare. Never. I am a very open and competitive person so I don't take well to being told I'm "gonna go down". So, as the beach party season approaches I am going to share one of each of the most memorable truths and dares I have witnessed over my time of playing.

The Maggot Dare:
I was once dared to eat a maggot. As I have probably mentioned, I used to hang around with a lot of boys in primary school and they were into the gross stuff as most boys are. I had to prove that I wasn't a wimp and so this was the dare that showed that, apparently. They scooped up the first maggot they found and I inevitably shoved it down my throat. I am the only one who doesn't get squeamish when I see one of those things now.

The .... Truth:
There isn't many truths that are memorable as the same ones keep popping up every time I play but the one that always gets me, whether it is directed at me or at another, is; Have you ever cheated. All ears turn to listen to you confess whether you have been unfaithful to anyone, even if it was on a kid you were with for a week in year two. I have never cheated. Not even when drunk but when people who have answer the truth they have to face the ridicule for the rest of the night which can break some people.

Truth or Dare is not a easy game to get into with me. I will always win, don't even bother playing with my fire if you can't take the burn.

Colour

If anyone has ever seen my bedroom they will know how miss matched and colourful it is. I have blue walls and a orange rug and my furniture doesn't match from years of separate pieces being replaced when they broke. I have a black sheet on my bed and a dark blue duvet with flowers on and loads of pillows. Last night I slept on crisp white sheets in a hotel room and it made me think of a post I saw on Tumblr. 

Tumblr is obsessed with soulmate theories that could be adapted to suit fan fiction and one of them is that you only see black and white until you meet your soulmate. My world is already so colourful from the new people I meet to my old scrapbooks I made in primary school and my world gets brighter and more full of colour every day and therefore I can't imagine it changing that drastically. 

My world may not change that much, someone else's might. 

One Year On

This Saturday will be the one year anniversary of the end of my secondary school life. This Saturday also happens to be one of my best mate's birthday as well, yes my last exam last year was on a Friday the 13th on my mate's birthday... and it was maths.

Lots of things have changed over the past year such as; my hair colour, my glasses prescription, where I go to "learn", and the people I interact with on a daily basis. These have all been good changes, except the glasses thing as I am slowly getting more blind, but some things have stayed the same and it's good that they have. For example; although my old mates and I all have new friends and new people that we choose to spend our days with, we have all invited each other to birthday parties because we know it just wouldn't be the same if we weren't all there.

Last month my friend's mum did that parent thing where they tell their child's mates things that their child wouldn't tell them themselves. I, and a few others in the room, were subjected to a short speech on how her daughter misses us when we can't even see each other once a month when once upon a time we couldn't be separated. Those of us in the room decided there and then to try get us all to see one another at least once a month, even if it is just for lunch and as summer is just around the corner once again it presents the perfect opportunity for just that.

My own birthday is next month and even if I can't have a proper party, I am making them all come and see me, like the overpowering dictator god I am to them ( We all have a character from Marvel's Avengers that we associate with and I am Loki, of course).

A year on from leaving a five year long torture session in hell and the people I dragged through with me are still with me now. Thanks for that guys, Satan sends her regards.

Torture of the best kind

His lips were soft. Too soft. Like kissing a cloud of vaporised candy floss. There was no harshness there either, only dainty chick pecks. They were very pink, as pink as pomegranate seeds, which are rather red now that I think about it, as just as sweet. 

It was too fast, the experience that is. He was slow. Drawing out the nips and tongue flicks, he paced it like a long distance race. Sometimes repetitive and easy and occasionally the rare trip up where the crowd gets rattled again. It was also like a sprint. The excitement and thrill was over all too quickly. 

Breathing didn't matter, in fact we forgot how to. We were in a world where we didn't have to inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide. Somehow we still managed to hitch our breaths, the gasps coming after the shivers still expired from our trachea. I am still not sure my avioli have recovered completely. 

I don't know why we stopped but he left a ghost. It haunts me every time someone new comes along. It traces a replay of our time on my skin so I am always reminded. It's torturous to live through it day after day, like the cogs constantly turning, pulling your limbs further away from your torso. 

 

I can't stop it. I don't want to.