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Friendzone and stuff

So, I’ve been reading some blog entries and you know, I’m fucking sick of all of this.

If you’re a woman, if you’re a man, it doesn’t matter. There is no fucking way of being good enough, seems to me. I mean, well, I better explain myself. Sorry for the grammatical mistakes, and sorry for the lack of empathy from this sentence on. And, yeah, Rant Warning. 

As a woman, who doesn’t like “usual” relantionships at all, who is not totally ok with her body, and who loves having sex with  more than one person, or with different people, or whatever, who tries to be better every day, and with better I mean reaching my own goals, not yours, who loves art and likes living the life at the fullest, I feel fucking sick each and every time I see a girl ranting about “Oh did you see that bitch in her short skirt and hot heels, how can she be such a whore / Oh  my gosh and now she posted nudes!”. But I also feel fucking sick when guys go like “Oh yeah now I’m in the friendzone, I’m fucked”. Anyway, the point of this is: Guys rant about girls, Girls rant about girls, and it doesn’t matter if you are the “Pretty and Flirty”, “Hot and Slutty”, “Bookworm” or any other type (because you must belong to some type of girl, of course, yeah), you are never ever going to do something right. 

I don’t believe in romantic relationships. I simply don’t. I know my opinion is not usual or common, and that most people don’t understand it, less do they share it. I do believe in the “friendship + sex” kind of relationship, speaking of stable relationships, of course. I do believe in open and free relationships because I’ve never been able to be commited to one single person at time. I’ve been rejected a lot of times. A lot. And I’ve been pushed to the friendzone by girls, guys, and other-gendered people. And I f*cking loved them. I’d have turned the world upside down for them. And I never felt that they were betraying me for pushing me there. I felt that they couldn’t feel the same way I felt about them, and I was happy that they were still able to stay by my side when I told them about my feelings, because… not everybody does. And gosh! Of course I feel bad, and of course I wished that it was different. I’m human. I wanted to have sex with them, and not the way I may want sex with any other person that I like. So? Should I blame them for that? No. 

On the other hand, I do believe that I’ve never pushed anyone to the friend zone. In fact, is easier to have sex with me than being my friend. You may be able to reach my bed quite easily, but reaching my heart is far more complicated. I have rejected people. Of course. Usually because they wanted more than I could give. 

So, speaking about the friendzone again, whenever someone rants about it, seriously ranting, because I don’t take jokes seriously (jokes about anything, really, and I love dark sense of humour too) , I’m sorry, I’m a terrible person, I know, I just think: “If you wanted to have sex with her/him rather than getting to know her/him… why didn’t you say so!?”. Shit. Maybe you did want to have sex and did want to be their friend/partner/companion/whatever. In that case, So sorry, shit happens. You don’t have to put a tag on everything and everyone else because of that. I do understand that you have to rant. I do. I’m doing it now. But your rant makes me feel sick. Which only means that… I should stop reading your rant. Yeah. Nonsense or something.

A note, before I stop the ranting, about the “Bitch/whore/skank/slut” thing. I love wearing provocative clothing. I love wearing make up. I love taking nude pics. And that is not because I want to provoke you. It’s because I friggin’ love looking at me on every single reflecting surface when I go out. Deal with it. 

Rant over. I hope you didn’t feel offended, because most of the time, I don’t either <3

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