Spur of the moment revelation. I'm blogging from my Godfather's work computer, which is, in essence, the same as mine except for he has the version that was made in the UK so some of the buttons are different. That was my disclaimer for any typos, or over usage of the ` thingy, that happens to be right next to the shift key.

But on to the revelation:

I'm realizing that I could very easily fall into the categories that people create in their mind when they think of "hoes". I mean, not that I'm having any, but I enjoy sex and all the excitement and tension that comes with it, but more than that, I respect men who make it known from the beginning that sex is something they need. I hate when people try to skirt around it and act like it doesn't exist when it does. Sex is, actually, one of the main reasons for existence as far as the reproduction aspect goes. So I mean, yea, not talking about it would be kind of silly. I find myself more comfortable with men who are openly sexual because theres less threat there. I know they aren't lying, if that makes any sense. I mean, they aren't leading me on, or beating around any bushes, it is what it is, savvy?

And being in the company of people like that rubs off on you, to the point where I could say that I'm almost like that now. Sex is a part of my life, && i'd rather you know its a part of my life now then fuck around and find out three months from now when you're already claiming you're in love with me. Oops than a muhfucka. Sorry sweetheart. But I mean yea, I don't always follow the typical rules people set for what should happen in and out of relationships. Sue me. lol. Actually, call me a hoe. As much as you'd please. I'm alright with that. Cus you don't even know what the fuck you're talking about. lmao. Brandon and Earnest were gm'ing some shit last night about what hoes do and how they hate hoes, && this that && the other. Cold hard fact of the matter is, I've done just about everything that, according to them, "hoes" do. And both of them dated me. And both of them would date me again. Even if I told them I'd done all the shit on there list. hmmmmm.

No but really. Stereotypes are for lames, and they usually leave you lookin pretty much like an idiot by the end of it so...Chea. Try not to create labels and put people in boxes. Only bitch I know that fits in a box is Barbie, && thats cus they made the box to fit her, && not the other way around. Think on it, yea? I'm going to the beach now. =]

If you would like to know how I'm feeling musically, please imeem a song titled Shake It by Metro Station. lol thats my cut right now. Yesh, yesh.

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'qone.