Pillow Talk — 7
Mar 2, 2010 Current Events, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Wicked & D Quotables, pillow talk
Yo! Yo! Yo!
I always give love to Ms. Lilu for inspiring my Pillow Talk blogs because she posts The Shiz My Boyfriend Says. And I love her so you should read her. Word?
(while watching SNL…)
Me: “Jlo is both the artist and the guest?”
D: “I dunno…”
Me: “What in the hell is she singing tonight?”
D: “I think she sings some mexi stuff.”
Me: “Mexi stuff? Really?”
D: “You know what I meant.”
Me: “So racist.”
D: “Yeah. That’s me. A closet racist.”
Me: “Like mexi fries? Mexi melt?”
D: “Shutup.”
(20 minutes later …)
Me: “Damn Jlo has ass.”
D: “Somethin’ has to make up for her lack of voice.”
Me: “Seriously. Enrique Iglasias needs to tell his wife about herself because dude. She sounds like a dying cat.”
D: (laughing)
Me: “What?”
D: “Jlo’s husband is not named Enrique.”
Me: “Huh?”
D: “You called Jlo’s husband Enrique Iglasias.”
Me: “Oh whatever. Enrique Iglasias … Mark Anthony … sounds the same to me.”
D: “The names sound absolutely nothing alike.”
Me: “You know what I meant!”
D: “You are the closet racist, not me.”
Me: “Wow.”
(in response to a discussion about a husband wanting an “exercise pole” in the house against his wifes will)
Me: “Any man that wants a stripper pole in the house and the wife doesn’t … that just screams infidelity.”
D: “He SAID it was an exercise pole.”
Me: “It is an infidelity pole.”
D: “I am gonna put a stripper pole in the man cave.”
Me: “You have a motherfucking death wish.”
D: “I have hella seating.”
Me: “I will kill you.”
D: “There are tools down there to install it.”
Me: “You are joking.”
D: “There are MIRRORS down there.”
Me: “There will be no pole ala stripper in my house.”
D: “That is why the man cave is in the garage now.”
Me: “Die.”
D: “I am just saying. OH! There is MUSIC out there too!!!!!”
Me: “I am going to poison you.”
D: “Babe, it is all for you.”
Me: “Yeah because I am gonna walk out to the “Man Cave” and use the fucking stripper pole.”
D: “Why cant we have one?”
Me: “We can have one when we have our own wing in our house.”
D: “Really?”
Me: “Yep. Because if we have a pole, we need a swing and one of those rocking chair dong ride thingies.”
D: “I really love you.”
Me: “Duh.”
If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, which song would you choose?
If you were asked to choose which time you would like to live in, which century would you choose?
Tags: love, marriage, pillow talk, Relationships
Meant to Be … ?
Jan 31, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
I was in a conversation with one of my girlfriends the other night about Meant to Be.
Does it exist?
Are we all pawns in fate’s chess game?
Any one of you who knows me already know what I think. I am a firm believer in karma and fate and all things happen for a reason. That if you are thrown under a bus (figuratively of course … this isn’t some Final Destination deal people) in life … you were thrown there because it is supposed to teach you something.
Which is why I tend to take the realist approach when it comes to life and relationships. When I say relationships, that means every single kind of relationship. Not just romantic ones. In my opinion, we are all in each others lives to serve a purpose. It may be a forever purpose or it may only be a 5 week long purpose. No matter the length of time, there is a lesson in the relationship that was formed.
For example, if D and I were to part ways at some point in the future … for whatever reason, as heartbreaking as it would be for me to let him go … I would remind myself all of the lessons that we taught each other in the time that we shared together. Strength, persistence, dedication, patience … true unconditional love … all of them.
Our time together, be it 10 years or forever was meant to be that way.
It is hard trying to help someone see this who has blinders on. Blinders make normally grown, mature folks do stupid shit. It is what it is, but if we all could just remove them and really look at the situation at hand … we would realize exactly what steps to take to make the right decisions. Not necessarily meaning that if we took them off that we would know the duration of time that relationship was going to be for … because really knowing that is like simply leaving all of the presents under the Christmas tree unwrapped every year.
I am more or less saying that if we all just wrapped our head around the fact that it may or may not end tomorrow … and embraced that relationships for exactly what they are in that moment … we might hurt less and love more. Because in all honesty, if I was unsure that I would wake up tomorrow and not have any of my most important relationships anymore … I would be more apt to embrace them that much harder.
It hurts to watch someone I love misunderstand things. What hurts even more is when I try and offer my wisdom and it goes in one ear and out the other. I should know better though, right? I am the first person to admit that in any given situation, if I am going to learn anything from it … I absolutely have to learn the hard way. It is like written in blood somewhere. I never listen.
So why in the hell would I expect anyone else to listen to me? *grin*
If you are over thinking, over analyzing, reading into every single little “sign” about a current relationship with another person …. no matter what kind of relationship it is … knock it off. Wouldn’t you feel like an asshole if you spent all of the time you could have been spending immersed with them … worried about making sure it didn’t end?
I know I would.
Just some Wicked food for thought. Happy Monday!
Any thoughts on the subject? Any personal experiences?
Do you believe in “Meant to Be?”
Oh … and …
Would you rather be mechanically induced to scream at the top of your lungs for an hour, OR
have your eyes glued shut for a day?
Tags: fate, kismet, love, meant to be, Relationships
I Need to Have The Sex
Nov 30, 2009 Masturbate-able, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions
What in the fuck am I going to do. It has only been 17 days. Of 90. You do the math.
Here I am. An overly sexual person. Stripped of the sexual. Now I am an overly FRUSTRATED person. I was having a conversation with someone about masturbation. Diddling if you will. How all in all, masturbation gets old. The response was that I must not be picturing the right individual while handling business.
The truth? Diddling is awesome. But human contact is better.
The touching. The skin to skin contact. The gelling of 2 bodies. The penetration. (Yep. I said it. The motherfucking penetration.) The sweaty smell of sex between 2 people. The kissing and kissing and kissing. Did I mention the kissing? I love to kiss. It is hands down THE ultimate deal breaker for me. If you are a horrible kisser, then we will never get to the rest. Ever.
I can’t kiss myself, ya know? I mean … If I could … I would. I am a great kisser. Heh.
What in the shit am I going to do for the next 73 days? That is a great deal of touching myself. 73 days. SEVENTY THREE DAYS. Is it wrong that I want to find a poor son of a bitch to use for physical needs only? Sex is only sex, right?!
Fine. FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE. So I won’t do it.
All I am saying is that it is absolutely unfair taking the sex away from me. It is like taking the gingerbread out of the man. Or the chocolate out of the chip. Or the candy out of the cane. And it is only going to get worse. *I* am only going to get worse.
Unfair is unfair. That is all I have to say about that.
Fin.
What is the longest you have ever gone without sex?
What is your favorite sexual position?
Tags: casual sex, diddling., love, making love, masturbation, Relationships, Sex
If You Think You’re Lonely Now
Nov 25, 2009 DUH, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Random, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Sex, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch
It is hilarious the games couples play.
Even if you don’t want to admit you are said couple… (you know “we are just fucking”…. *yawn*) you are. When you engage in an intimate act, something is formed, that is, unless you don’t remember the person’s name, or what exactly happened because you vaguely remember someone in your bed the night before… and, shockingly… you wake up alone instead.
Yeah, not those instances.
I am more referring to those who are frequently engaging in “ass” with another person. Or people. Whatever. I have done it, and I have witnessed so many other (women specifically) doing it as well.
Example:
“I am going out with the boys.” He says timidly, trying to sound confident in his statement.
“Um, I thought we would snuggle together, watch a movie tonight, and more.” Her voice hinting the decision she thinks he should make.
“It is Mikes last time out as a single man, so we are celebrating. I will be home early.”
“Fine.”
“Are you mad?”
“No.”
“I can stay if you want me to…”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay, see you later.”
“You aren’t getting any tonight. So don’t come home expecting anything.”
We have ALL been here on one side or another.
One of 3 things are going to happen. You pick the most likely.
a) He cheats, which he was probably going to do anyway… but given the fact that his broad was being a CUNT with a capital C before he left… it is now something he is actively seeking to do.
b) She gives up the ass anyway. This is a HORRIBLE option, because now she has opened the door to inconsistencies, and which will make for him never taking any of her threats seriously. (because there are certain situations where this is a viable and necessary threat to make)
3) He is a pussy and doesn’t cheat… and comes home early with his tail between his legs… which in the spectrum of pussy games is a TOTAL turn on to her… but she is stubborn doesn’t give up the butt anyway.
In my experience in my own relationships, 3 has been the option I have stuck with. That is because I am a stubborn bitch, and I would rather be right than give us both something we want. In my experience in observing relationships… B is the most picked option.
That. Shit. Pisses. Me. Off.
Don’t say “no sex in the champagne room” for the sake of saying it. Don’t use that as an incentive for your significant to want to stay home. Especially don’t say it if you don’t mean it. I am sticking with the fact that most often it is the broad making the threat, not to stereotype… but because in my observations… bitches are inconsistent.
You make me look bad. You make bitches like ME look bad. Don’t make me come to your motherfucking house and slap the everloving shit out of you. I will do it.
Ladies, it isn’t right. You know that fact as well as I do. We all know that you want your man to come home and put in our pooter regardless of if he made you raging mad. Sex is sex. Angry sex is fanfuckingtastic, and furthermore, you all know that him coming home to you is all you really want. He is gonna have his boy time. You pushing him to spite-fuck another bitch is not worth all of the drama.
So don’t. Stop. Knock it the fuck off already.
Figure your man out. Know the right buttons to push. Try a little reverse psychology.
Instead of: “If you think you’re lonely now… wait until tonight”
Try this instead: “Have a great time baby, I love you… and I will be waiting for you to come home to me.”
And. Be. Waiting. Naked. In his favorite panties. In socks. In a nighty. On the couch. Whatever.
For god’s sake, give him some ass already. The whole world will fucking benefit. And when I say “benefit” I mean take the ratio of noassgettingdouchebagsinmyfaceeverydaywiththeirnogameandsmallcocks down a notch or 10.
My name is Wicked Game, and I approve this message.
What flaw makes you perfect?
What imperfection do you love most about yourself?
And, In a perfect world…..??? (finish the sentence)
Head Over Feet
May 9, 2009 Creative Writing/Poetry, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., love
i crave your touch
simply.
like a fix;
my itch.
yearning.
hunger consumes
every pore.
when i dont
feel it.
you.
that.
sickness spreads.
my soul
aches
my heart
breaks
my whole body
shakes.
trembles.
shivers.
’til you’re
near,
here
in my vicinity
touching me
finally
nose to nose;
my favorite
place to be.
just
you
and
me
i’m head over feet
Copyright 2009 Wicked Game
Tags: head over feet, love, marriage, nose to nose, poetry, Relationships
The Significance of Ice Cream
Apr 2, 2009 All Things X, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
This started off differently.
I was fighting with D when I finally got a chance to blog this evening.
I hate it when we fight. I hate that he is right more than I am. (I will only admit this to you.) I hate that he has the ability to make me feel so small with a simple statement. At the same time, I hate that I say hurtful things. But sometimes, when I get angry… They just fall out of my mouth like marbles.
Especially when I feel attacked.
Then, as I laid here in the dark spewing randomosity in the form of a blog-list, (which is what I do when I don’t have anything of substance to blog about but I feel like I should be blogging) he appeared in the doorway to our bedroom.
“I come in peace.” He said.
In his hands he held a scoop of chocolate chip ice cream. Just 1 scoop. In a pretty pink and white cardboard cup with a matching pink plastic spoon.
*sigh*
What is so significant about the ice cream?
There are 2 reasons why it is so thoughtful:
1) Chocolate Chip is the only ice cream that I really like, and not very many brands sell it. If they do, it really isnt very good.
2) When I was pregnant with Xavier, D would bring me a scoop of Baskin Robbins chocolate chip ice cream every night after work. We were literally dirt poor because we lived in a small military town… so while he was looking for a job, he would get up at 5 am and go to Labor Ready, even if it brought just enough money for gas and dinner.
It doesn’t even matter what he said or why I got mad. What matters is that when it is time to say “I’m sorry”, he knows exactly what to do to melt the icy, silent exterior around my heart. Not many people really know how to do that.
It seems silly to some but these little things are precisely why I married him.
I have never been the girl who needed dozens upon dozens of roses, or lavish gifts from the person I love. I just need a little token. A thoughtful gesture that says everything I need to hear at that moment.
Anyway, all of the sarcasm and jokes aside… he is the jelly to my peanut butter. I am truly blessed to have such a funny, sexy, doesn’t-put-up-with-my-shit and thoughtful husband…
Our love is hands down the reason why I believe in true love as much as I do.
Happy Friday!
What is the most romantic “little thing” that you have done for someone you love?
Has anyone done a thoughtful “little thing” for you?
Tags: argument, baskin robbins, chocolate chip, fight, ice cream, labor ready, little thing, love, make-up, marriage, Relationships, right, romance, sarcasm, thoughtful, token, wrong
TwitterBlogged
Mar 18, 2009 Relationships, Sex, Wicked Wisdoms
I scoured my old blogs on that one place I never log into anymore for a blog I wrote about twitterpation. I could not find it. That’s okay though… it just means I get to write a cooler, way more awesome blog on the topic.
Twitterpated
1)to be completely enamored with someone/something.
2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection.
3) romantically excited (i.e.: aroused)
4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a romantic entity in someone’s life.
“When he smiled at her, the rush of warm, fuzzy, excited sensations that filled her made her realize she was completely twitterpated with this man.”
Spring is in the air. The birds are a’chirpin. The flowers are in bloom. I can see the sun peeking flirtatiously from behind that big, billowing cloud in the sky above me. With spring comes love. And babies. *squeeee* Folks who were shacked up by the fire, tryna keep warm and cozy were also makin’ babies!
(‘cept me. I <3 the invention of birth control)
As I was saying… most of you who know me and read my blogs are fully aware of the fact that I am in love with love. The smell of it. The taste of it. The swelling of 2 hearts simultaneously, making one big mushy pot of love stew.
Mmmmm… want a bite?
I know a couple of people who have found themselves in a big hot steaming pile of twitterpated.
One of these people is so over the moon that it is a wonder how she performs her normal daily tasks. She, like me, loves love. Like, loooooooooooooves it. In this general situation, I am elated that she has quite possibly found someone who will quite probably see her for who she is and quite hopefully will love her wholly. She is twitterobsessed.
The other… well… she is a brat about twitterpation. I cannot put my finger on it, but something tells me that her adoration of all things swooning mushy love is way deeper than that of which she portrays to the people whom she interacts with. She brings up all of the reasons why she ‘isn’t and should not be twitterpated.’ She is in twitterdenial.
What is so interesting about these 2 hypothetically specific and totally random situations is the approach that each of them have about their feelings. This, the act of human behavior in similarly relatable situations of the heart is one of the main reasons why I am so interested in the therapy profession. Each of us feels a certain way about the SAME thing, but our specific feeling… the way we approach it and of course how we own it or push it away cannot be identical to another person.
It is like matters of the heart possess their own unique set of prints.
I can say that I have felt the EXACT same way as another person, but truth be told, I havent. Not exactly. Similarly yes… but a feeling or reaction cannot be mimicked to that specific degree.
So I am present in 2 hypothetically specific and totally random situations. (heh. These bitches are sooo going to kill me) I listen and provide awesomely witty banter when needed. What they probably weren’t aware of until now is that I am analyzing and processing and learning about the different reactions and motivations that each of us naturally possess. Hypothetically speaking of course. *snicker*
The conclusion that I have come to is that whether you are in twitterdenial or twitterobsession… it all boils down to the same thing. Love. It is a high that cannot be recreated with a chemical substance; meaning you cannot create a ‘love pill’ to feel the way you felt when you were first in love. You have to actually go through the motions in order to recieve your reward.
Love, as hard as it is… and as much as it sucks sometimes to fight for that love… Is the most rewarding feeling in the fucking world.
Oh and pee ess: I am not saying that the 2 totally hypothetical and generally specific friends above are in love. What I am saying is that to feel twitterpated can lead to love… and sometimes is mistaken for love… when really it is the high from finding someone to share a moment in your life with.
Like I hypothetically reminded each of them today… and I hope that some of you reading will take into consideration if it related/s to you at some point in your life is … the most important thing in the world is to remember that you cannot control the outcome of love… in any of its forms. You absolutely have to throw your hands up and allow what is meant to be to naturally take its course.
Because every heart-print is a lesson.
Have you learned any love-lessons recently, or know anyone who has?
What does being twitterpated mean to you? Are you twitterpated? What kind of twitterpated are you?
(If a bitch dares to mention that fucking WEBSITE ON MY BLOG…)
Do you have any hypothetical and generally specific friends that are going through something like this? What kind of twitterpated are they?
Tags: dating, girlfriend, hypothetical, love, making love, new relationship, Relationships, Sex, twitterpated
Just Ordinary People
Mar 11, 2009 Relationships, Sex, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
I have a heavy heart lately. I can’t put my finger on it, but something in the atmosphere that surrounds me is off a little bit. I am sad, then happy… angry, then elated. I smile a smile that should be genuine, but is not. Not all of the time anyway.
I’m lying. I can put my finger on it.
I love my life for the most part. Who I have chosen to spend my life with is the most wonderful man. I adore him. He makes me laugh, he puts up with my shit, and most of all… he knows how to love me. At least, he knows how to love me the way he knows how. What he doesn’t know, he tries to figure out and every single day we work at something to better this life that we have built together.
But, we are not perfect.
Sometimes things are not okay. Right now is one of those times. It seems as if it is in the water. Turmoil in reference to relationships seems to be in the water systems all over the place lately. Break-ups are happening. (not me… but people who I care about) Heartache and heartbreak is not my gig. I love love. Passion. Romance. The fight. Not the fight, fight. The fight that shows the person you love that you love them. That you will always and forever make it work. By any means necessary.
I don’t like these times. I hurt when my friends hurt. I hurt when I hurt.
In turmoil, the girl I used to be would nag and bitch, throwing out anything hurtful I could.. just to get a rise. Not anymore though. I simply do not have the energy to get into a knock down, drag out argument anymore. The woman whom I have grown into shuts off. I internalize and think about what it is that I am upset/angry/irritated about. Seems as silence is golden nowadays. I hate valleys. Especially the ones that make your stomach drop and then shoot back up into your throat in milliseconds. I think that, for the most part, we evolve as people with age. That seems to be an obvious statement on the surface, but if you really think about what I am saying, you will get where I am going in the depth of it.
Our hair turns grey at some point. The crow’s feet come out, and god forbid, our metabolisms… just like our everything else slows down. Including our tolerance for bullshit. Right? Who wants to fucking argue all of the time? That is what my early 20’s were about: Starting fights to fuck about them. Not anymore. I just want to get along, and spend life with the person who’s soul met my soul in the universe.
That is the way it is supposed to be.
And as I ramble, I realize that we all are really just ordinary people, trying to figure out which way to go. None of us are any more special than the other… we just plug away at life, not sure sometimes which way is up or down… And, even though there are valleys, we always seem to find a way to make it to the top of the peak again. Whether or not we make it to the top with the person we started with is all written in the stars and completely out of our hands.
I am standing at the bottom of this one, looking up. I have a long fucking hike. I hope that when I reach the top, he is with me… just like the last time, and the time before that. My bet is on yes. I think that it is a safe one. It just sucks not knowing for sure that the person’s heart whom you keep tucked away in your heart might not make it this time. Mainly because you just never know, that is… until you know.
Stranger things have happened… and sometimes love is simply not enough.
Have you ever ended up all by yourself… ?
Is the relationship turmoil in the water where you’re at?
Thanks for reading. 
W.C.
Tags: break-up, love, marriage, mountain, ordinary people, peak, Relationships, turmoil, valley
Paparazzi Piranha’s in the Heat of Passion
Feb 27, 2009 Current Events, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Sound Off/Debate, Thoughts and Perceptions
This blog is probably going to piss at least one person off. If you are the one person… well… I hope you get over it soon. Please feel free to share why you are pissed off and lets work it out. If you cannot do that, I get it.
Cei la vie.
I am going to stand up and say that, although I stand behind Rhianna and that I hope that she makes it through this and grows into a strong woman from this horrible experience, that I am fed up with all of the negative commentary being thrown in Chris Brown’s direction. Yep. I am.
What he did was horrible. Inexcusable. At least, what the media says he did. We have yet to hear both sides of the story. In fact, we have yet to really hear either side. It irritates me to no end that our media feeds on these people like piranha’s who haven’t eaten in months. Not even just these 2… any and all unfortunate situations are blown into these frenzies of rumors and gossip that when boiled down… hold little truth or accuracy to the original situation.
Chris Brown needs help. He needs to go and figure out what it is that triggered him to cross the line and put his hands on a woman. Rhianna or a stranger, he should have never crossed that line. He obviously should already know that you never put your hands on a woman. Unless she is begging you to … uhh … That is entirely other blog. My point is that he should have been taught by his mama to not beat the crap out of a female, no matter how much of a cunt she is being. Not that his mama is responsible for whatever took place between them. He simply should have already known. Honestly, I am pretty sure he already does/did know.I think that in the heat of passion, he made a very bad mistake.
In the heat of passion. How many of us have made a horrible decision in the heat of passion? Be honest. I have. My husband has. I wont even go into the detail of some of the inexcusable things that he and I have done to each other when anger and alcohol and love mix together into this powerful, uncontrollable super-emotion. It has taken over all of my better judgment. It has made me irrational and frankly, really fucking stupid.
The problem with me is that these 2 have not had an opportunity to figure it out. Whatever figuring it out means for them. How in the hell is anyone supposed to have a civil conversation with the one that they love in front of the bazillion flashes of a camera?! How is he supposed to truly show her remorse… if he cannot get a moment alone with her… to look into her eyes and let her see that he knows the mistake he made?
Not all acts of abuse turn into full on abusive relationships. How do I know? Because we have survived. D and I were abusive to each other. We were volatile and hurtful and frankly I dont always understand how we did it… but we did.
I think that it is time that we leave these 2 young people alone to sort out and try to salvage whatever they can from this horrible incident, and at least if nothing else, walk away from it amicably.
/Rant.
What have you done or said in the heat of passion that you regret?
Tags: abuse, argument, chris brown and rhianna, heat of passion, love, paparazzi, piranha, Relationships
I’m Positive.
Dec 1, 2008 I Forgot to Tag
I never told anyone before that I have AIDS until today.
Go ahead, take a minute to pick your faces up off of the floor and re-read that sentence. I. Have. AIDS.
I am one of the 33+ million people who are infected and living with AIDS in this country.
It is poetic justice, isn’t it? To be so passionate about something, and have it be a reality in your own life and not even know it? I have been passionate about AIDS for as long as I can remember… so when I found out that I was positive, it seemed ironic.
Tragic irony.
I can remember who gave it to me too. I instantly knew that it was him. No one else. Not because I haven’t been with a small amount of partners, but because the minute I met him, I knew that he was good to be true. Regardless of my killer gut instinct, I allowed him into my heart. As quickly as it began, it ended. I fell in love, and before I knew it he had stomped all over my heart… and later to find out, he took my health right along with him.
When I tried to tell him that I was HIV positive, he laughed in my face. He said that he had been tested several times, so I must have contracted the virus after we had slept together. “No,” he said “I won’t go get tested again. I know I am clean. I am not a dirty whore like you are.” I sobbed and screamed into the receiver, and as I should have known… He simply clicked and hung up with zero regard.
I never heard from him again.
So here I sit, now with full blown AIDS as one by one the people who I have infected end their relationship with me. They are understandably angry. They are hateful and devastated. They throw eggs and condoms at my house. My son is embarrassed to be with me because now that the word is out in our community, none of the kids want to be his friend. He isn’t invited to birthday parties anymore.
My decision to have unprotected sex has ruined lives.
If you never ever take any of my advice, please read and re-read this confession.
Use condoms.
Do not allow love to hinder your better judgment.
Get tested. Every 3-6 months if you are promiscuous. Or if you have been in the past.
Bottom line. BE SMART. Learn from my mistake. Your life and others lives are in your hands.
It isn’t your decision to make for someone else.
*Deep Breath*
What was the first thought or feeling that came to your mind when reading this?
Do you feel different about me now that you know?
What stereotypes did you realize you had after reading this? Were you aware of them before today?
Will you still hug me and kiss me and be my friend?
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.
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*I am not HIV or AIDS Positive. This blog was written to get a raw and instantaneous emotional reaction out of you. AIDS is serious business, and I thought that an infoblog would have been read among blind eyes.*
There are some great AIDS info blogs out today. If you have one to share, link it in your comment.
Here are some that you should be reading:
http://www.thepqnation.com/blog/2008/12/leadership-in-awareness
http://www.thepqnation.com/pecosa/
http://www.thepqnation.com/showandtell
If you need to get tested, or want to learn more on the viruses…
http://www.worldaidsday.org/
http://www.hhs.gov/aidsawarenessdays/days/world/index.html
http://www.unaids.org/en/
Tags: AIDS, condom, HIV Positive, love, Relationships, Sex, unprotected sex
