Archive | April, 2014

The [True] Value of Friendship

29 Apr

Friendship is something I value greatly, but I’ve found as I’ve developed and lost friendships, that not everyone feels as strongly about friends as I do.

Recently, I had a bit of a falling out with a friend. Something inside of me is holding back from relaying all the nasty little details, so I won’t indulge, but really…it sucks! One should always surround themselves with positive energy and good people, so it isn’t unusual for me to stop being friends with people who bring me down, but I feel like when I say that, most people think that I mustn’t value friendship at all. That isn’t accurate in the slightest, though. It’s actually extremely painful to lose a friend, and no matter how mad I am at someone, or what they did, I always relish in the fun times that we’ve had together. Honestly, I wish I never had to deal with friends being…unfriendly…because it hurts, and I hate it, and I just want things to go back to being happy.

There is one thing I’ve found with every friend-problem I’ve ever had that just isn’t fair. The other friend never admits fault. I’ve always been the one to break the ice, and go in, and usually apologize for not talking to them or being mad or whatever it may be.  Okay…that’s a lie. I had one friend admit that she was acting poorly to me.

Regardless, it’s just not fair. And no…life isn’t fair, but I don’t want to lose a friend just because I want them to want to be my friend, but they won’t take the steps to make that happen.

That’s what it comes down to: they don’t want to be my friend, or rather, they don’t need to be my friend.

Every friend I have is a jewel in their own right. They come with their own set of rules that makes them them. And yes, I generally hand-pick my friends because I want to surround myself with good people and good influences. Any one of these friends means the world to me, and I don’t have a lot of investment in anything else: I don’t have a best friend and I don’t have a significant other, so each friend is massively important to me.

Unfortunately, I think that is the problem.

While I consider my friends so important and I want to keep each and every one of them, my friends don’t consider me as such. Or some of them, at least. That has to be the reason why friends don’t come to me and apologize. We all have those friends who have a million friends and/or acquaintances, and they have a best friend, and they have a significant other…and they don’t need you to be friends with them, so they don’t try and they don’t care, and if they do something wrong…whatever.

These friends don’t apologize, and it makes me feel so dispensable. That’s really all I want, is for my friends to consider me as important to them as they are to me. I know I’m not the only one with this problem – I’ve talk to some folks who are feeling the exact same way.

Unfortunately, some people value friendship much more than others, and that makes me sad.

Do you ever feel like you are dispensable to your friends? What do you do when you miss being friends with someone, but don’t want to have to be the one to break the ice again? What are your most common friendship issues?

Boudoir with Your Bridesmaids

28 Apr

Photography is something I hold close to me, and while I have my strengths, I also have many weaknesses.

Like anything, photography requires practice and exposure, so often enough I find myself browsing pictures of people and things to see what I might be missing in my own photography, or how I can expand what I work with. Most recently, I’ve been perusing through a boudoir photography website, where I’ve found some very neat ideas.

One photo-set I came across was of a bride and her bridal party. While the idea of taking pictures like this with your closest friends sounds like it could be super fun, it sounds like it could be equally as awkward. Regardless of the experience, I just don’t understand what you do with the pictures after you take them. And if you don’t do anything with them, I don’t know why you would take them in the first place.

You just end up having pictures of you and your friends half-naked. And I don’t imagine you would give those to your husband.

The picture up at the top is one example that I found. It looks like it could be really fun. Yay for celebrating feminine friendships. But then you have this one:

Granted, these two ladies could be lovers, but if they aren’t…what do you do with this picture?

To check out the rest of the pictures in each session, go ahead and click on the picture.

Would you ever have a sexy boudoir photo session with your friends and/or bridesmaids? What do you do with these pictures after you take them? Naughty or nice; Natural or urban…what’s your boudoir style?

What Does the Fox Say, You Ask? Let’s Talk About Furries

27 Apr

According to a few friends of mine, who did some intense furry research recently, the song “What Does the Fox Say?” references some mannerisms and language associated with furry culture. Not familiar with furries?

I’m not either, but from what I’ve gathered, its a form of hentai porn based around humanoid animals. One, both, or many people may also dress up in furry costume and have sex. (If I have any of this wrong, let me know…like I said, I’m not too familiar.)

That brings us down to the question – if you were to partake in this furry culture, what would you be? After not-a-whole-lot of deliberation, I decided that I would be a red panda, because HELLO they are adorable. And if I’m going to be a furry, I want to be an adorable one…with an awesome tail…cause tails are the shit.

I don’t think I’d ever get into full blown furry madness, but I wouldn’t be opposed to dressing up in a fuzzy costume and having some fun. After all, costuming (and I don’t mean this in any sexual sort) is my thing. Those fuzzy costumes feel nice on the skin, too.

Would you ever partake in anything furry? Do you have anything to add about furry culture? What furry would you be? I WANT TO KNOW!

Free-Boobing

26 Apr

As I was driving the other day, I saw a man walking down the street without a shirt. Not that unusual of a sight, right?

It made me think about the desire of some women to want to be able to walk around without a shirt and bra, just like men can. It’s just not fair that we have to cover our nipples, while men just get to let the sun and wind wash over theirs.

But who are these women who want to run around bare-breasted?

I would never feel comfortable enough to walk around without a shirt or bra on, and I don’t know if I’ve met a woman who would. So who are all of these women who we are “fighting” for, if no women want to walk around bare-breasted? I guess it really isn’t that simple, because while our current generation may not want to walk around like this, if we developed an acceptance for it, our daughters and grand-daughters might just be comfortable enough to do it regularly.

If we are trying to solve this problem (and believe me when I say that I’m not ready to fight for this one), we have to get to the root of why its a problem in the first place. The only reason I’ve gathered that women aren’t able to go topless is because boobs are considered organs related to sexual gratification. Here’s my problem with that argument:

Aside from the poor quality of this picture, and the fact that it was taken via a mirror…mmmm. A nice, normal looking fellow that just might be walking down the street without a shirt on on a hot day.  And you are going to sit here and tell me that this is any less sexual than a woman with boobs? No way. When I see some attractive fellows hanging out without a shirt on, my mind instantly moves to how much I want to put my hands all over that.

Maybe men should have to wear shirts all the time, too. Then women won’t have anything to complain about. Because I really, really don’t want to see women walking around without a top on. I can barely deal with women who aren’t wearing a bra, let alone neither a shirt nor a bra. Uncomfortable.

Or, if that just isn’t enough hair for you, here’s some more, along with some bulge action:

And just in case that’s a little too much hair for your liking, or not ripped enough, here you go:

You’re welcome.

What do you think about the women-need-to-go-topless-like-men problem? Would you ever do this walking down the street? Do you know any woman who would? Is the basis for the argument really just to be equal to men, and if so, why shouldn’t we just say men have to be equal to us? Do you care either way?

 

 

It’s [Finally] Over.

25 Apr

On August 16, 2013, my roommate was discovered dead in his room.

With the help of a few friends, I was able to make any attempt to get life back to normal.

And today, 8 months later, I turned in my key to my old landlord, and got the last of my belongings we could find, and I got my deposit back.

I, also, went into the room he died in for the first time since the incident. I never saw the room after he died, and luckily my friends weren’t the ones to find him, but it still took me some courage to go upstairs and go in. Even when I had to gather my bathroom items in the few days after we found him, I sprinted into the bathroom (across from his room) and sprinted out without so much as a glance.

Now, the last image of his room is one that looks lived in, and well taken care of, by the new tenants. And I don’t know what I was feeling, but I had to make an effort not to cry the second I walked in. Of course, I cried after I left the house, but it’s done.

With any amount of luck (I think we can all agree the universe has it out for me), this will never happen to me again, and I can do nothing more than hope that no one has to go through this.

 

The 9 o’clock Caller

20 Apr

When I moved into my new apartment, every once in awhile the corded (yes, corded) phone would make a weird chirping sound. I assumed it was due to an unchecked voicemail message, but had no idea how to check it. It was my landlord’s phone, too, so I didn’t even know if I should check it.

Then, one day, I went up and had a chat with my landlord, and asked him how to check the voicemail – I told him about the weird chirping. He then told me he doesn’t even use his voicemail, and asked me if the chirping happened around 9 o’clock.

I told him yes. And he told me that we receive a phone call every night right around 9.

I thought it was weird, but dismissed it (and later figured out how to check the voicemail).

Then, he gave me a cordless phone that he didn’t use so I could see who was calling. It was then that I came to the realization that yes, someone calls every night at 9:12.

On the dot.

My corded phone was a late ringer, so it barely rang, so I barely noticed. The cordless phone picks up the call right away, though, so it rings once, and the call ends. I know what you’re thinking – why don’t I just check the caller ID? Well…one ring isn’t enough to get information for the caller ID to work.

One night not terribly long ago, I was sitting here bored and decided I should try to answer it, so I picked up the phone and kept my eye on the clock. As I sat and thought about it, I decided that maybe I shouldn’t answer the phone. I mean, who knows who or what might be on the other end? So I sat the phone down, and watched patiently as it rang once.

And every time I have someone over, I casually make a comment when the phone rings “oh…it must be 9:12.” Because it is.

Would you answer the phone? What do you think will happen when if I do? Has anything like this ever happened to you? Thoughts on what might be going on?

That Time You Didn’t Wear Deodorant

12 Apr

I was listening to John Jay and Rich on the radio the other morning, and their program “Second Date Update” came on. As it turns out, the reason this lady didn’t get a second date was because she smelled. Bad. And it was strong.

But when she got on the phone, the listeners, along with the guy who was upset by her smell, found out that she doesn’t use anti-perspirant/deodorant. Her reasoning for this was because she didn’t want to put all of those chemicals in her body, and that went along with branded soaps and things of that nature.

The funny part was how offended she got because he thought she smelled bad and that was why he didn’t want to date her.

I’m sorry, but if you are making a conscious choice not to use something to stop yourself from smelling like B.O., you don’t have any right to be angry because someone doesn’t want to smell you. I have to say that I don’t want to be intimate with someone who smells bad, even if you take 5 showers a day.

And I don’t think that’s shallow. At all.

I do [kind of] understand not wanting to put excess chemicals in your body, but our hygiene products are designed how they are with the ingredients that they have because they work. I’ve yet to meet a person who uses Tom’s brand deodorant (?) who doesn’t smell bad. And I’ve even had someone tell me that it just plain doesn’t work.

Should she be offended that she didn’t get a call-back because she smells? Is that shallow? What other similar stories do you have?