Many people have asked me what type of girls I like.. and frankly, I don't really have a type.
Why would I want to restrict myself on a certain type of girl? I know the kinds that I DON'T like. I like all types of girls... long hair, short hair, emo hair, fake hair..ok, maybe not so much the fake hair.. But you know what I mean. I think if a girl presents herself well, and has style, then that's a catcher. However.... This is a big HOWEVER, if a girl has style and looks after herself but has a brain of a goldfish. Then no thank you!
Nothing is worse than having a conversation with a girl who can not carry a conversation to save herself. I found myself unable to gain any form of energy when speaking to a girl that has no opinion of her own and thinks everything is "cool" and "awesome".
Getting to the point of the subject.. Have you ever stood in a club enjoying the music and all of a sudden.. you spot an incredibly gorgeous girl standing at the bar... you start wondering what you need to do to get her attention. Hesitation, nerves, afraid of rejection, excitement , all at once starts building up. You feel your palms getting clammy and you keep rubbing your pants to dry them up, you stand there looking as cool as you can, slowly moving towards the object of interest.. You move ever so closely to the point where her elbow is touching yours. To which you gather up as much courage as you can and you turn around and say "Hi! You are gorgeous, can I buy you a drink" to which she replies in the THICKEST Afrikaans accent ever and says "Ag ja, fanks so much hey!Ag ja no you is too sweet hey, I can like a Hunterrrrs DDry please. Are you frrrrom Japan hey? Ja I hear they eat dogs" ... added to that, she has the squiffest teeth you have ever seen. Seriously?!!??!SERIOUSLY???!! Just because I'm Asian, you automatically think I eat dogs?!!??! And I suppose you would assume Japan only because you've discovered the existence of it due to the tsunami? What's worse is.. you don't even really want to continue with the conversation AND you still have to buy her a drink and smile and be polite. Ladies.. If your friends are awesome, they would come on over and create a drunken commotion and scoot you away from the ex-object of interest. AND THAT, is what I would call a girl that's cute on mute. It's kind of similar to a girl that looks pretty from far but far from pretty, but these girls that are cute on mute should just be kept quiet, and just sit there and look pretty instead of ruining my visions of them.
Perhaps many of you might think how superficial and pretentious I am, but lets be honest. The lesbian community IS shallow and sadly, girls are based on looks before given another chance. But some girls should seriously have zips on their mouths and only be there to make the club look pretty. They should never be taken seriously. Another lesson... Always, and I mean, ALWAYS have at least one awesome wingwoman.
Peace and Love <3
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The vicious cycle
I'm sitting at work mindlessly thinking what the agenda for today is and my mind has taken me onto the thought of lesbians and their circles. How vicious it is, how small and limited it is, whose feet shouldn't be stepped on and wada wada wada, and I've come to a conclusion. It's each for their own, survival of the fittest!
I know some of you may not agree with me and say "But my ex is hooking up with my best friend's ex and I've been with my best friend and..." the story goes on.
I'm in one of those predicaments actually.
Lets call myself A, the girl whom I adore B, a girl I've known for some time C, and a girl whom I've had brief hook ups D.
A + B were lovers turned best friends
C + D dated and turned best friends
A + D briefly hooked up
B + C are now kind of hooking up.
I know it's a lot of adding up for some people to handle right now but once you figure that out, you can't help but go "Ewwwww"... Indirectly ,A will have hooked up with C, and B will indirectly connect to D.
Lets all together go..... EWWWWwwwwwwwwww......
I don't even know how I put myself into such a thing but it happened. I'm not fine with it, but I can't do anything BUT be fine with it.
Another thing that grinds my balls are shtuuupaaaaaaat, asshole lesbians that don't know you from another bar of soap saying things behind your back as if they know the real story. What the hell is up with that? Say for instance this is how the story went:
Me: Yeah we went on a date, we got on so well, it was awesome!
Then, the story would go down like this:
Lesbian A: I heard she told her she loved her on the first day!
Lesbian B: Apparently they moving in together!
Lesbian C: And adopting kids!
Lesbian D: You all are a bunch of idiots
*kriek kriek*
There has to be a sensible one in there somewhere. But you get my drift. I believe there's always 2 sides to a story, unless it's something that's been said about you, then that's when you need to be aware, put on your hardcore mask and say it like it is.
There IS a reason why no one likes you, there is a reason why people would hook up with you but to only realize you're ACTUALLY a psycho bitch, there is a reason why I have friends and you don't, there's a reason why no one likes picking up your phone calls, because you are incredibly needy. No one likes needy girls, and you should go shit in your hands.
Does that explain to you why "apparently" girls want me(far from) and not you???? That is why.
Wow! My mind is everywhere today, somebody tie me up and lock me in a cage!
All in all.
Peace and Love.
I know some of you may not agree with me and say "But my ex is hooking up with my best friend's ex and I've been with my best friend and..." the story goes on.
I'm in one of those predicaments actually.
Lets call myself A, the girl whom I adore B, a girl I've known for some time C, and a girl whom I've had brief hook ups D.
A + B were lovers turned best friends
C + D dated and turned best friends
A + D briefly hooked up
B + C are now kind of hooking up.
I know it's a lot of adding up for some people to handle right now but once you figure that out, you can't help but go "Ewwwww"... Indirectly ,A will have hooked up with C, and B will indirectly connect to D.
Lets all together go..... EWWWWwwwwwwwwww......
I don't even know how I put myself into such a thing but it happened. I'm not fine with it, but I can't do anything BUT be fine with it.
Another thing that grinds my balls are shtuuupaaaaaaat, asshole lesbians that don't know you from another bar of soap saying things behind your back as if they know the real story. What the hell is up with that? Say for instance this is how the story went:
Me: Yeah we went on a date, we got on so well, it was awesome!
Then, the story would go down like this:
Lesbian A: I heard she told her she loved her on the first day!
Lesbian B: Apparently they moving in together!
Lesbian C: And adopting kids!
Lesbian D: You all are a bunch of idiots
*kriek kriek*
There has to be a sensible one in there somewhere. But you get my drift. I believe there's always 2 sides to a story, unless it's something that's been said about you, then that's when you need to be aware, put on your hardcore mask and say it like it is.
There IS a reason why no one likes you, there is a reason why people would hook up with you but to only realize you're ACTUALLY a psycho bitch, there is a reason why I have friends and you don't, there's a reason why no one likes picking up your phone calls, because you are incredibly needy. No one likes needy girls, and you should go shit in your hands.
Does that explain to you why "apparently" girls want me(far from) and not you???? That is why.
Wow! My mind is everywhere today, somebody tie me up and lock me in a cage!
All in all.
Peace and Love.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Hiiii ma! I'm gay!
So everyone has a coming out story.
I'd like to share my coming out story.
Long, long time ago, there was a little girl, she figured out that she was a full grown lesbian but didn't know how to come out to her parents because coming from a reserved family of Asians.. such things are just too taboo to even mention! She pictured shame and being sent into exile , not for her, but her family once everyone in the community finds out. She did not like the thought of it and kept it to herself for as long as she could, until one day, her mother started snooping around and kept asking her repetitively on whether or not she was gay or not. She kept denying it until she could no longer stand it. One day, a few weeks after she came back from an overseas trip, her mother strolled into the room, probably talking about some kind of fruit or a new top she bought over the weekend when all of a sudden....
Mom: Are you gay?
Girl: What if I am?
Mom: Well, I would be very disappointed but I suppose I'll still love you because you're my child. So are you gay?
Girl: I don't know
Mom: Well I think you are
Girl(on the verge of tears): I've always known since I was young *insert tears*
Mom: Was it our fault that we brought you to South Africa???
Girl: *sobs* No it wasn't your fault!
Mom: Did you not get enough love from your father???
Girl: It's got nothing to do with that!
Mom: Have you not found any boys to love, you'll find a boy to love!
Girl: I don't like boys!
(Oh.. btw.. my mother was already sobbing herself silly at this point)
Mom: But... how do you know if you haven't fallen in love with a boy?
Girl: I just know! It's in me! I didn't decide that I like girls all of a sudden one day! Suppose you want to send me to a psychiatrist now?
Mom: No, but I think I should go to one.
I can't quite remember how the conversation ended, but we were both crying by the end of it. She spent the next month looking at me as if I'm a complete different specie. That when me and my incredibly lesbian friends are hanging out, all we do is have orgies and threesomes and that we are absolutely INCAPABLE of having a braai, or watch a dvd. No... to her, we are sexual predators that are promiscuous and dirty things. There was a lot of angst and sadness between my mother and I for the following month. She would often rag on about how I will find a boy and that I'll be in love with a man and I would get angry and defensive about it. Eventually I would just laugh and say "You keep on wishing *thumbs up*"... In a nice kind of way.
It's been 2 yrs and a month since my mother shoved me out of the closet.. She's gotten a lot better and has come a long way. The other day she said to me "Did you know gay people can get married?". And it's even gotten to the point where she said she would even like to know if I have someone special in my life. But once in a while, she would throw a curve ball and do something daring as if she was secretly laughing inside going "Hehehe I dare you. I dare you to tell your father now" For example. Today she came into the room where my father and I were and she said to him "What do you think about homosexuality? What if kids down the generation is gay?" My father said "Well I won't see it" and he did a reenactment of throwing himself into the shelf as if he was going to commit suicide type of thing.. while knocking over things.
Sigh... Get ready papa! It's soon going to be your turn to deal with this!
Ps. I do think I've been holding off telling my father because he's not the youngest bull anymore and he's got a weak heart. God knows what this information might do to him.
Pps. Today is April Fools day... I thought about telling him that I'm gay and see how he reacts and if it was a bad reaction, I would go "ha ha, Happy April Fools! ha ha.. *kriek kriek* " It's risky.
Yes... That was coming out to my mother.I came out to my brother too, about a month ago.. We'll leave that story for next time :)
Happy weekend!
Peace and Love <3
I'd like to share my coming out story.
Long, long time ago, there was a little girl, she figured out that she was a full grown lesbian but didn't know how to come out to her parents because coming from a reserved family of Asians.. such things are just too taboo to even mention! She pictured shame and being sent into exile , not for her, but her family once everyone in the community finds out. She did not like the thought of it and kept it to herself for as long as she could, until one day, her mother started snooping around and kept asking her repetitively on whether or not she was gay or not. She kept denying it until she could no longer stand it. One day, a few weeks after she came back from an overseas trip, her mother strolled into the room, probably talking about some kind of fruit or a new top she bought over the weekend when all of a sudden....
Mom: Are you gay?
Girl: What if I am?
Mom: Well, I would be very disappointed but I suppose I'll still love you because you're my child. So are you gay?
Girl: I don't know
Mom: Well I think you are
Girl(on the verge of tears): I've always known since I was young *insert tears*
Mom: Was it our fault that we brought you to South Africa???
Girl: *sobs* No it wasn't your fault!
Mom: Did you not get enough love from your father???
Girl: It's got nothing to do with that!
Mom: Have you not found any boys to love, you'll find a boy to love!
Girl: I don't like boys!
(Oh.. btw.. my mother was already sobbing herself silly at this point)
Mom: But... how do you know if you haven't fallen in love with a boy?
Girl: I just know! It's in me! I didn't decide that I like girls all of a sudden one day! Suppose you want to send me to a psychiatrist now?
Mom: No, but I think I should go to one.
I can't quite remember how the conversation ended, but we were both crying by the end of it. She spent the next month looking at me as if I'm a complete different specie. That when me and my incredibly lesbian friends are hanging out, all we do is have orgies and threesomes and that we are absolutely INCAPABLE of having a braai, or watch a dvd. No... to her, we are sexual predators that are promiscuous and dirty things. There was a lot of angst and sadness between my mother and I for the following month. She would often rag on about how I will find a boy and that I'll be in love with a man and I would get angry and defensive about it. Eventually I would just laugh and say "You keep on wishing *thumbs up*"... In a nice kind of way.
It's been 2 yrs and a month since my mother shoved me out of the closet.. She's gotten a lot better and has come a long way. The other day she said to me "Did you know gay people can get married?". And it's even gotten to the point where she said she would even like to know if I have someone special in my life. But once in a while, she would throw a curve ball and do something daring as if she was secretly laughing inside going "Hehehe I dare you. I dare you to tell your father now" For example. Today she came into the room where my father and I were and she said to him "What do you think about homosexuality? What if kids down the generation is gay?" My father said "Well I won't see it" and he did a reenactment of throwing himself into the shelf as if he was going to commit suicide type of thing.. while knocking over things.
Sigh... Get ready papa! It's soon going to be your turn to deal with this!
Ps. I do think I've been holding off telling my father because he's not the youngest bull anymore and he's got a weak heart. God knows what this information might do to him.
Pps. Today is April Fools day... I thought about telling him that I'm gay and see how he reacts and if it was a bad reaction, I would go "ha ha, Happy April Fools! ha ha.. *kriek kriek* " It's risky.
Yes... That was coming out to my mother.I came out to my brother too, about a month ago.. We'll leave that story for next time :)
Happy weekend!
Peace and Love <3
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