ok here is something that really pisses me off......

i know that people grow up in a society where you have "Men" and
"Women", where the women are submissive to their men and have no say
when it comes to big decisions. They are born into this world to have
children, raise them, cook, take care of the house and their husbands
and keep quiet....

i know we've come a long way from there but that mentality still
exists today in our society and is just, how should i put this, ......
"undercover".......

i dont understand why we have to take that and put it in everything
around us....

the other day i was with my psychologist, yes i see a psychologist and i
honestly think everybody should!!!! so i was saying, i was talking to
him and he asked me if i were more into the "femme" genre or the
"butch" genre..... i didnt get what he meant and that because, for me,
i grew up in a society where you were either straight or gay. i didnt
make the difference between femme and butch, i just had the homosexual
concept in my head

i think it is just another way to categorize things, butch being what
the world know as "man" and femme what people know as "woman".

all that just makes me sick.....

i believe that we, and by we i mean all women; straight, bi, lesbians,
all women are both femme and butch.

femme and butch are just 2 concepts the first to describe the feminine
side of the woman and the second to describe the more "manly" side

i believe that all women are feminine and butch. Even if you are
overweight or that you have a very manly look or body. its not in the
looks, its in how you act and how you think.

all women are feminine. when you see a baby and go "aaaaawwwwww" you
are feminine. when you are with your friends and compliment them on
their look, you are feminine. when you hug your friend and cuddle, you
are feminine. when you close your eyes when you kiss your loved one,
you are feminine.

all women, at some point, are butch. when you find yourself standing
up for yourself, when everything is going against you, you are butch.
when you have to take care of yourself and your loved ones you are
butch. when you get into fights and you shout your lungs out to make a
point and be heard, you are butch.
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it is bad enough that we are subject to discrimination in our society,
we dont need that in our community, we need to stand up for ourselves
and forget all about the stereotypes we grew up with and start living
in a healthier world.

Bi and Proud

i spend my nights sometimes wasting my time thinking about human nature: the basis of our existence, the nature of our behavior and our core values. And it makes me wonder, how did we get to a point where hurting the others was acceptable, natural and inevitable. We got to a point where we expect nothing more than the worst in people.
We’re always waiting for that moment where the other stabs us in the back holds us down or simply walk away in order to say: “Aha! I knew you were gonna hurt me!”
Why?! Why did we stop believing in people?! Why did we give up on each others?!
I look at myself now and I wonder who my real friends are?! What is a friend by definition?
Well, to me a friend is someone who is there without needing to ask him to be. A friend is someone who won’t mind coming over on a Saturday night and just hanging out on your couch watching DVDs. A friend is someone who will call you when he gets caught by his parents sneaking out of the house at 3 am and laughing his head off. A friend is someone you can call at 5 am just so that you could break your own loneliness. A friend is someone who will hop in the car right next to you, when he knows from experience that you drive like a crazy maniac. A friend is someone you can count on to have your back even when the fault is most likely yours.
A friend is simply there to be as crazy as you are, as supportive as humanly possible, as understanding as you need him to be.
Who are our real friends in that case?
Better yet, are we good friends to the people who honored us with that title?
Somewhere along the way we lost the true deep meaning of friendship, we took for granted the people who stood by us, we ignored those who rightfully needed us! We sold out!
Friendship is the gift you give yourself! Why is it that we find it easy to hurt the people who depend on us? Why do we see the need to gossip and spill out their secrets? How come we don’t mind selling out on them and exchanging them for anyone that came along?!
Why do we give up on people so easily?!
We are a bunch of people connected to each other by a common ground. However relationships were build on Meem’s grounds. Friendships, love, businesses, families… we can’t throw these gifts just like that! We have to learn to treasure them. It’s not every day that you find people you can relate to as much as our little family. These people are the ones who are going to stand by us when the tide of society tries to wave us away. we need each other, and it’s time we learnt how to be good to each other.

KIM

Dear my heart,
After you’ve been around the block a couple of times, you start to draw your standards. You start to figure out what you want and what you need and how to compromise between the two. It takes time and effort and a lot of work, that normally you wouldn’t have done. But you feel it when the person you’re with is worth fighting for, worth trying for… worth feeling for. And you get your heart broken. Because that’s how the story goes. People keep falling in and out of love their entire life. They’re always seeking new ways and new people to fill the void, that empty little black hole in their existence. And filling up that little black hole, it makes all the difference. It gives your life meaning. I mean, let’s face it: a life without love?! A life without that special someone to watch over you and witness as you fulfill your destiny? That’s no life at all!

And in the midst of falling in and out of love, there is that one person! That one love that stands out from all the rest. Raising your standards so high that it makes it almost impossible to find anyone else to rise to the occasion, ever!

And even if you were the one to flee this love, this commitment. Even if you were the one who could not handle that much affection and wrap your mind and heart around that much comprehension and devotion. Even if you were the one to break her heart, you still end up heart broken, unfixable.

Along the way of your healing process, you stumble across a new person. You like that person so much that you think “ maybe, just maybe that person will fix my heart”. And you live in that fantasy trying to recreate what you had felt before all the while knowing deep down that there is no way the two can be compared!

The thing is you never brace yourself for the other outcome: the possibility where this new person is not supposed to heal your heart, but where you’re supposed to fix your heart on your own.

You know when someone stands out from the rest. Even if you’ve only been through a couple of relationships. Even if half of them don’t count. Even if you still have 100 lives to live. You know when someone is a turning point in your life. You know when that someone will be the pillar to which everyone else will be compared.

You can tell when you’ve been imprinted by a love so strong and so perfect.

Dear my heart, I am so sorry I had to put you through this. I am so sorry I made all of your next conquests meaningless. I wish you nothing more but to be able to get past through that one day, to be able to feel again through the numbness.

Dear my heart, I am sincerely hoping this is the last time I write you such a letter… twice in a lifetime is quite enough. I hope we never meet again.

Yours sincerely, Destiny.

kim

This was inspired by someone's note - What's Love Got To Do With It? - It got me thinking about the normative view of the "ideal" partner and the "healthy" relationship. I still don't seem to get the general consensus or the fine line it draws between what's "good" and what's "bad".

Typical "Mouwasafet" of the Better Half - honest, loyal, unique, educated, a good listener, not alcoholic, not on drugs, doesn't sleep around, etc. etc.

How inflexible is that? & What does it take to break the norm? Love?

Assume you're in love. With a married person. "Cheating" takes a whole new meaning. It may even lose its meaning. You thought you'd never bear it, but there s/he is, in bed, with his/her spouse, every night.

Or if you're in love with a compulsive liar. Or a pessimist. Or a dramaqueen.
Or a prostitute. Or a constant traveler. Or a "bottom" like yourself.

Do you lose the relationship? Or the ego?
Along with the core "values" you'd always sought?

When do they cease to matter - the lies, the drama, the ego, the distance, the hash, the multiple partners, etc? When do you become immune to the "bad" stuff? How do you make peace with it? Why go through it in the first place? What makes it worth it?

Do such "relationships" ever end? I don't get how such a love can be defeated. Or is there a difference, between the love and the relationship?

I don't know.

-tfm

I spent my life trying to please them.But for one time in my life...I am going to please myself.I am going to do something I love, for the first time in my life.

JO.D

People don’t ask you why you have dark hair or why your skin color is darker than theirs.People don’t ask you why you have green eyes or why your face has this shape.People don’t ask you why you are a Christian or a Muslim or Jewish or of any religion.They know that the answer to all of these questions is the same: I was born like thiswhy can’t they understand then, that we are born with our sexuality, it is not a choice that we make?i understand the fact that they find it hard to accept it and that only because they fear what they do not know.Homosexuality is in the nature around us. Some animals are homosexuals, some of them are hermaphrodites, and some are asexual.....We are all the children of God; we were all born the same way.Why do we have to be treated any different???We are all human beings, we are all living in the same world, and we all have 2 eyes, 2 arms, 2 legs and 1 heart. why can't people just use that last one for once and start looking at us as persons and not as gender or anything else to that matter....I want to grow up in a world where I can go up to a person and just say "hi I’m a bisexual" without being "destroyed" by the looks, the words and all the rest....

BI and proud