My last post regarding the meaning of sexual liberation for the modern woman gradually began to irritate me so I decided to make an updated post more aligned with my current views. By not examining the sexual lifestyles of women in an effort to be a "Good Feminist(™)" and not judge their sexual choices, I ignored the undeniable societal impact on the way women view sex and instead opted for the unoffensive route — "some women want to fuck around, others don't. Deal with it!" without questioning why.
She lies on her bed trying to settle into sleep, exhausted from working into the late night; her body was sore, her bones ached all over. Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabs her remote, turns on her TV; nothing of interest is on she see's the reruns of I Love Lucy. Looking to her left, she see's no one, her bed is cold, she is lonely. She hears a vibration from her cell phone, she looks at it, and the caller ID says unknown, she hesitates but reaches over and picks it up. "Hello," She says in a light voice. "Hello, Miss Sarah." The other voice warm and gentle. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself on the bed, wincing from the pain. "Who is this?" She told, her voice firm in its conviction.
I sat at the bar and ordered a drink from a really cute bartender named Ace. He wouldn’t tell me his Korean name, and I didn’t really care. I was enamored with him, and was obviously terribly naïve, because he kept trying to convince me to buy dreadfully overpriced drinks. But he did it so sweetly, with such an adorable smile, that I couldn’t resist. I still remember those dimples and the way he’d rub up against me when he delivered drinks to customers at tables.
I don't understand why people make such a big deal about maintaining or the lack there of maintaining your virginity. Over the last few days I've come across multiple articles talking about people who didn't lose their virginity until their later years or still haven't. In these stories, the adjectives sad and lonely always seem to be paired to them and I'm over it!
When you lose someone, it takes a little piece of you that you can never get back. I recently lost my aunt that I was very close to in September of this year. I still am having really rough days and times, especially with the holidays, and with people who just don't get it, understand, or don't worry about you when they should be. The list goes on and on, but I'll share a couple tips for helping that person.