boys don't cry

that was my first movie that involved someone gay, let alone transgender. i saw it five years ago, and it scared me then. i was thirteen for goodness sakes. but now i absolutely love it. someone had to say what this movie was saying, and Hillary Swank was a fabulous choice for the starring role. at first i did think she was a boy, until i saw her stuff her pants anyway. shoot if i saw her walking down the street i wouldnt know he used to be a she. but the movie is more than that. its about fear. the fear people have when they dont understand something or someone, and in this case, the tradgedy that brings along with it. this story isnt some happy go lucky i found the love of my life kind of thing. its real, and with real comes sad. a lot of it. this movie has so many twists sometimes its hard to keep up, but in the end it will leave you reeling. its one of those movies that stay with you long after it ends and you return it to the movie rental. i love it. and not just because it was the first movie that got me thinking on my own sexual identity, but because you dont have to be gay or transgender or a lesbian to relate. it can reach anyone, and i think thats what makes it such a powerful, universal movie.

women of NCIS

look at that face. its like a mix between puppy-dog and you-know-you-want-to-hug-me faces

its that confident almost suck up look that gets the guys all riled up. gets me riled up too

they would make an adorable couple! jenny looks like she's doing something she shouldnt be.

this is why i love tank tops so much.

yes,ladies, NCIS is one of the best crime dramas out there, and it has some of the most attractive women too. with an allstar cast, how could it not be so great? with a lady for a boss, and a gut-following leader, they get work done. they kick ass. i like to think its cause of all the girls on the show, they do the heavy-lifting, and look attractive while doing it. they have the most competent forensic scientist, who rocks the goth style. she makes black look sexy. then there was kate, who was one of the field agents. a sexy girl with class and high standards. then Ziva took her place, one of the hottest isralies i have seen. not that ive seen too many. and then theres jenny shepard. she enjoys being in charge and i enjoy watching her be in charge. plus she looks good in suits. they catch the bad guys, and make 'em talk. ziva acts like such a tease, and i find that to be really attractive.

its been a while

so i realize its been a while since i posted last. i apologize, i was fairly busy. but i do have a topic to talk about that is very near and dear to my heart-cuddling. see, now im my friend group it is natural to snuggle, hell its wierd when we dont. not that im complaining. i love it actually. how can you not? its just so comforting and theres just something about it that can make things better. though it is best to cuddle when its cold, otherwise heat stroke may kick in. i already like being close to women, but with friends its better. you can grab their ass and they know youre kidding so all they do is grab yours back! aggression is already sexy anyway. but seriously, i can get away with so much more than any guy could with my friends, and yet i like the same sex as them. i guess liking the same sex has its advantages as well. the best part is that ive even told them that exact thing-that i get away with more than any guy-and they still let me! like im immune to getting in trouble like a guy. and my friends are very physical, they like touch. and who can blame them, i do too. we'd rather be all squished onto one couch than spread out like normal people. someones always holding hands or under someone elses arms or leaning on someones shoulder. i swear sometimes their sexuality is so ambiguous its rediculous. except for one girl who loves the dick. but hey, someone has to.

a sad day in deed

so, my grandfather passed away last night. i never really knew him well, but it is the first death that has touched my life through my family. he was my dads moms husband (my fathers parents divorced and remarried so i have three paris of grandparents) and its shaken me up. life is so short, and death can come at anytime, to anyone. it makes you grateful for what you have and how quickly it can all be taken away. ive never even been to a funeral before, and now here i am. it doesnt even feel like its real. i never saw my grandpa much, only at christmas time.

my grandfather lived a happy long life, but not everyone does. and thats what scares me. i might die before i am ready to go. and what then? mostly what i hope to find before i die, is find someone to loave. i hope thats not too much to ask, of whatever higher being there is. i believe in God, but im no religious nut. i just hope i get to love someone as much as i know i can. i like to think i have a big heart, and i want to use it.

the look

you know how certain faces have the unique ability to make you weak at the knees, your heart beat fast, and your stomach to flips? that,my friends, is the look. you get it when youve done something wrong or said something stupid. but sometimes its worth it. its such a turn on, youll take the annoyance that goes with it. because then you can make it up to her in some way *ahem* so that she'll forgive you.

its even sexier with a gun.

no one could win against her in a stare down to the death. look at that fiery gaze.

she must mean buisness.

"you broke my heart"

i will say to you

"but its no big deal"

ill continue

and my voice will falter

when i finish what i had to say

but i will be thinking "yes it is"

as you walk away

"it is a big deal to me"

i'll scream in my head

im broken completely

how long can i keep lying to her?

now i realize all my writing is all angsty and pathetic-licious. and i have much to be grateful for, but without the bad how can you appreciate the wonderful? its just easier for me to write about the worse things that the better ones. though i usually remember the exact opposite, i guess its because i write down and forget about the bad parts. and that leaves me time to think of girls, mostly.

Lonliness
Unyielding abandonment
Could anything hurt more than
Keeping it all inside my self


I only know one way out
Supposed to use only in emergencies
Never has
Tthere been more need


Open season on my
Nearly whole being


Mentally not such a good choice
Young but easily broken


Stuck alone in the dark
Intimate with fear
Dont want to be another statistic
Entirely on my own, i struggle


Luck isnt on my side.




i never seem to win any competitions. competing for a girl is no different. how am i supposed to jockey against a guy? i mean, sure, i know id be better for someone than some other guy. but how am i supposed to prove that to the object of my affection. well, first it helps if shes gay, and not straight. if she IS straight then its just a lost cause-though there is something appealing about those for me. If shes bi, its a little bit harder, because she could go either way. like my friend.
for example, one night i was hanging out with my friends and my one girl friend-i'll call her hope-goes over to this guy friend-ill call him zander-and just plops down on the floor in front of him. he gives her a massage, and she seems happy. then out of nowhere hope comes over to me and lays her head on my stomach (no idea why). so i begin to play with her hair, because i know almost every girl likes that. and hope seems happy there. then zander offers her another massage, and shes a massage whore, so she goes back over there. now that is playing both sides of the fense, only between friends who dont mind.
that situation it is impossible to tell who would sway said girl and be allowed to date her. if shes straight, you got no chanse unless she feels like adventuring but its not advised for your well being. but if shes gay, then you have won. its hard when you have no clue which way she swings. but its a simple matter of just asking her. i hope womever you find attractive reciprocates the feelings, it sucks to be rejected.

i didnt wish for this

thats the title and the exact opposite of what i am supposed to do on wednesdays! killing two birds with one lion!

its been too long since we talked

i miss you and you cant be bothered to drop a line

now what am i supposed to do with these feelings of mine

its like you dropped off the face of the earth

as if we never were freinds, everything was all a lie

and when it ended,you couldnt be bothered to say good-bye

its knowing theres absolutely nothing i can do

to make everything the way it used to be between us

that hurts the most,like robots were outdated and weve begun to rust

its the worst when i remember how much of you i know

i knew this was eventually going to end and you wouldnt care

it just stung more when i needed you most and you werent there

its getting unbearable this kind of pain

i keep wondering what i did for you to keep on hurting me

like i deserve to be let down and left out to spoil continuously

its too much knowing i did all i could

and still i am nothing but a passer-by to you

when you are the reason i know about love what i do

its unfair how little i mean to you

when i sit by hoping someday you will call

while i lay in bed at night wishing i could forget it all

unlike most of my writing, this is only about a friend. not some girl i liked. i loved her, she was my friend. i guess she still is, we just arent as close as we used to be, and that hurts me. i used to know everything about her, and now we keep growing more and more distant. and sometimes i think about how close we used to be and how sad it is that we lost touch like that. i used to see her all the time and i knew everything about her-though it felt as if the knowledge was not reciprocated-and i thought i always would. i have always been good at remembering things most other people dont. like when i tell someone something important, what someone said that made a difference to me, the last time i cuddled. i guess thats why some people call me sweet. i need to look up the definition of that word, because i am described with it often.

sweetheart has a better definition:

a person loved by another person

a well-liked individual

a very attractive or seductive looking woman (!)

privilaged treatment of an individual

no need

let in the day
after a dark night
if youre still here
its time to give up the fight


its been too long
since you took a break
its too much pain
more than you can take


time now to let go
of things you cant fix
dont wanna look back
and want that kiss


need to learn
when its time to forget
have to learn to forgive
but no need to let go yet


wait for the day
to decide you cant stay
wait, hope, and pray
these feelings will go away




i have always had trouble with this concept. it comes up constantly in my writing. i know i need to let go. but when you held someone so beautiful and perfect in your hands and you watch it slip right through your fingers, how else am i supposed to react? i guess i need to take it a day at a time, but then each one feels so long. i wish i had taken a picture, it would have lasted longer than our friendship did.

i hope you find it, i wish you happiness

it seems beautiful for the time.


spotlight shone directly on me
my day has finally
(come)


can feel the heat rising to my face
realize enbarassment controls me if i
(let it)


know i should share and lean on you
too afraid to trust and let it
(all hang out)


know im not the greatest person
i dont want to look in the mirror
(so i can see)


but im not the only one hiding
not even im allowed to see
(what youve hidden.)


i can see what you try to deny
and ill be there to listen like
(ive always)


and maybe someday youll open up or leave
supposedly its better to have loved
and lost than to have never
(loved)


youre probably the best ill ever have
and believe me when i say
ill always be here for
(you.)





so i write poetry. i thought i'd start to share it. i hope you like it.

i wish wednesday

Rizzoli and Isles. everyone who's seen it knows that Angie Harmon acts a little queer on the show as Rizzoli. And im not complaining! if you want to sleep in the same bed with your "best friend" more power to you, only you know what happened that night. theres just something about her that screams "im a girl kisser" to me. if only if only. Angie harmon is as gay as rizzoli. yes, i just rhymed. desparate times call for desparate rhymes. okay, sorry ill stop. ill leave you to jsut soak up the gayity.

now that is a lady who, well i have no words for. she looks good. though it looks like shes twitching her left eye. hey, no ones perfect.

if you just happened to be walking by the empty room she is in while cleaning that gun, you might end up being her prisoner...doesnt sound too bad to me. where are the cuffs? i know she has them

i dont know what id give to recieve that stare from her, but if i tried to quantify it it would be between a dust bunny and both my arms and a leg. or anything inbetween. whatever she wanted.

fell too hard

so i fell too hard for this straight girl. yeah, straight. i first noticed her my sophmore year of highschool. and you know, i admired her beauty and natural talent. so i kinda followed her around like a puppy. and she didnt really notice, but when she did i was esctatic. then junior year i really started to fall for her. i fell asleep thinking of her, i woke up from dreams about her, and day dreamed about her.

i always fantasized about kissing her...it was starting to get pathetic though i didnt realize it at the time. i tried to talk to her, but was too intimidated to say much, so i resorted to texting. i knew she always had her phone but she somehow found a way to ignore me. and that just made me want her more-something about an impossiblity.

so i went on pining after her, and my friends started to get annoyed with my complaining. then a crazy idea popped into my head the summer inbetween junior and senior year. why not tell her? almost immediately i shot it down, but it kept creeping into my head whispering encouragement to tell her. and eventually i kept toying with it, and making up fake plans. i started talking about it outloud and then the plans became more real. i knew i couldnt face her when i told her, so i resorted to a note. ihad written out what i wanted to say so often the note took care of itself, but when to tell her?

eventually i just kept the note with me at all times. i decided to tell her six months after i came out to her, which i doubt she noticed the date. so i dropped it off in her hands and took off as fast as my legs would carry me. and she said it was fine, but then she started ignoring me. and just blocked me off. i thought whatever since i wont see you next year, but she kept fucking showing up. that was the worst because when she was around it was like i didnt exist. my friends were sympathetic but tiring of my constant bickering. she eventually just dropped off the radar, and i tried to let her go. it took till my senior year to get over her. three years. i fell too fucking hard. i never want to come close to that for a straight girl ever ever ever EVER again. the end.

best dream ever

ladies, i think i had the best dream i have ever had. it's simple yes, its short, and its sweet. heres what happened- i was living by the skin of my teeth, barely getting by. i was so poor i didnt know where i was sleeping that night or how i was gonna get food, but i had family and i had the love of my life with me. we had packs of our personal belongings, for me i had my journals, some clothes and other small things. those were the only things to our names, what was in those bags. but we felt alive, and we felt blissful.we went into fancy stored to try on new things, but always walked out empty-handed, and we were okay with that because what we lacked in physical posessions, we made up in making eachother happy. we always ended up aat salvation armies and the like thrift stores when we needed new clothes and no one really minded. we went on adventures to abandoned buildings and new cities everyday. and we were happy. when we laid our heads to sleep we had beside us someone we loved. my girlfriend and i were asleep on a used couch and we were cozy, we kept eachother warm. and in the morning, the love of my life woke before me and to wake me up she gently brushed my hair out of my face. i woke to see the shining, smiling face of this girl that i could not believe loved me. she was beautiful and kind and sweet and compassionate and understanding, and in love with someone like me. and i dont have the highest self esteem in the world, so it felt absolutely amazing to see such an incredible girl smiling at me as the first thing i see on a new day. for me, its the small things that make the difference for me. so when my girlfriend does something with such genuine gentleness was the most beautiful thing ever. and unfortunately for me, i woke up to find out it wasn't real. i had no girlfriend that loves me like that. yet. i guess a girl can dream.

requirement

so, as a lesbian, i am expected to go to all the gay parts of town right? well, i havent. and it is slightly shameful to admit it. and i desparately want to, i just havent had anyone to go with. even i know you cant go to gaytown alone, thats just asking for trouble. so i guess i will just have to settle for hooters and the like. sigh, i'd love it if someone would accompany me to boystown but the problem is, i have to girl to go with.
man, i wanna grind with hotties who can dance. oh, dancing is so sexy, if i had better rythm i would dance more often than i do now. any girl that can dance gets extra bonus points in my book. i cant wait to get my friends together to go out and party. gays always have better parties. boystown always sounds like so much fun, and i would like to be the judge of that.

cleavage

God's gift to all those who are willing to take a gander at such a marvelous creation. look at them, they defy all laws of gravity. it's unbelievable how its so easy to stare at something i know i have. i know it's rude to look at those two than someones eyes, but with cleavage like this, you cant help but lower your gaze. if youve seen a certian italian show, you know who this is, as vinny said "jenny you forgot your shirt" and everyone can see that she did. her excuse for a shirt doesnt cover much. and i dont really see anyone complaining! its so easy to lose you concentration if a girl with too much cleavage walks by you on the street, or in a store, or in a resturaunt, or on the beach. why yes, i do want fries with that shake. thats all transformers did-have megan fox run around without a proper bra. and it sold. a lot.

come on, seriously? what do you expect to get if you actually put this into a movie. of course it was popular, but a third movie, that's just pushing it too far. there can't be much plot to it. sorry, i went off track. any way, cleavage. i am a boobs woman, and i saw a great little comic to prove its best to be a boobs person.

http://www.overcompensating.com/posts/20100806.html

fabulous isn't it?

i love the beach

i love the beach so much. why? sun, sand, water, and gorgeous women all around. simple as that. why wouldnt anyone like the beach? wear sunscreen, bring an extra change of clothes, and a good attitude and the beach practically guarantees a good time. you can tan, you can read, you can sleep-in the shade, you can play in the water, you can play volleyball, you can run, you can lounge, you can eat, the list can go on and on. the only downside is trying to find parking. in chicago youll be lucky to find a spot close by, usually it takes forever to find a place to park on a busy day. but the beach is worth it. mostly because you get to stare at beautiful women shamelessly while they flaunt their bodies sun-bathing in bikinis. you could even get lucky enough to help apply tanning oil on said lady's back. sometimes i feel like a man cant really appreciate all the hard work women put in to make themselves look so atractive. for some reason men are dense and that makes their understanding of the female mind slow and mostly incorrect. some women work very hard to get the best body they can, and i think that deserves applause, recognition and attention. its nice ot see women walk around confidently, and show their stuff. the best is when an attractive woman catches you staring and gives you the look that says "i see you staring, but oddly enough i dont mind. in fact, it makes me feel good about myself so i'll leave it at that" and you look away because you got caught at something slightly enbarassing. or you could stare into her eyes hoping shell stare back and then youll have just picked up yourself a new lady-friend. though i must warn you, this doesnt actually happen all that often; usually its the first option. but youd get credit for trying. to be honest, id almost be pissed that it worked for you and not me. what do you have that i dont?

i wish wednesday

I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT IT, so sorry its a couple days late!

okay, so my wish this week is jordana brewster. i recently watched D.E.B.s which is about girls in mini skirts supposedly fighting crime. there are these spies who run around thinking theyre invisible because they are always in broad daylight in plain view of any enemy. talk about missing basic training. whatever, i only really paid attention and watched this movie because of this woman, she is so attractive! sure she didnt wear the plaid skirts but she was wearing tight jumpsuits, and she did make out with another attractive lady. what more could you ask for of a movie?

i am a sucker for a woman who takes charge and she sure as hell did. demanding to go on a date at gun point, crossing forcefields, robbing banks, kidnapping, being on top. i wanted to go with her to barcelona instead of the other chick who was too afraid to follow her gut on anything. she was so good at lying she completely lied to herself. jordana could do better than a woman who up and ditched her for some snooty-supposed-to-be-spies. but i can see why the blonde fell for the life of crime. if brewster were the leader of all crime, hell, i'd go to the dark side too. i'd pretend to be kidnapped if she were the kidnapper. have you read the last name? anyone with the last name brewster has to be fantastic. too bad she's actually straight and married to a guy named andrew form. if i could get her to cheat on her hubby and have a lesbian affair, id probably take the chance of cheating on someone to be with this woman. i would shit a brick if i got to be with a woman like her.

uggh, just hot.

nice suit, nice cleavage. nice everything. can you keep me hostage?

sometimes women are just as sexy with clothes on rather than fewer. with her it works either way.

sorry i was so late, does my wish make up for being a teensy bit late?

biker babes

bike ads are nice to place attractive women.

i ride my bike all the time. its nice to see others biking as well. its even better when the other people biking are attractive women. plus i bet it gets many guys to bike, if you were to see this woman biking by you as you walked wouldnt you wish you could bike next to her instead of watching her pass by? sure she may get a little sweaty but then that means she needs to take a shower, and if you were with het, that may mean you could help her get those harder to reach spots. whew letting my mind run a little bit rampant, should i tone it down? nah. if you dont like it, dont read it.

so shes a little dirty, but she has nice legs,who cares about some mud?

i think its become pretty obvious that almost every famous woman athlete is extremely attractive, she is no different. even if she has some dirt in her teeth, they are otherwise practically perfect. practically perfect teeth, perfect legs, nice abs, whats not to like?

black and white, old school. just as hot

so i think you get a glimpse of why i like to ride my bike. i think its kind of obvious and if you dont get it, im not spelling it out for you. though by now i have hand tan lines because of the biking gloves i wear, how dumb can i be?

never crossed my mind

yesterday i was on facebook, because who isnt? and i thought-on a whim-i should look up my best friend from first grade. we did everything together until he moved away. it occured to me that if i have a fb he would to. so i looked him up on the search tool thingy, and behold! i found him! the wierd thing is he looks kinda like justin bieber, only my friend is a ladies man. even back then, he was getting the girls-me! i remember we were on the schools playground, by the slide, he kissed me on the cheek and ran away. and i was like six, so i chased after him, nothing more happened i think we just ignored it. but we had the best of times, and hes a great guy. if i wasnt gay, id love to have been with a guy like him. i guess i'll just make sure whoever he finds is good enough haha

tis only a book babe

for some reason, the book "far from xanadu" keeps resonating with me. i dont know what it is about the book, about the main charachter, i cant just let it go. reading the book makes me feel like a live wire. it makes me feel jittery, restless, anxious, heated, hyper, and just plain wierd, i dont know whats gotten into me. theres something special about this book for me, i can just relate to Mike, how she feels, what she goes through. when she feels heartache it makes me hurt, when she feels joy it makes me beam, when she gets pissed it makes me steam. i dont know what to do with this immense feeling i have for this imaginary charachter is almost unbelieveable. i wanted to make her feel better, i wanted to hate xanadu for doing this to her, but i couldnt bring myself to. i almost fell in love with xanadu myself as hard as mike did, and that made it hard for me to hate her as much as i knew i should. i loved connecting with mike, but when i closed the cover, i wished she were real. though she stays in the vacancy in my head.

damn bounty hunters, they're like gnats

the other day my friend and i were bored, so we just started looking up attractive looking people to quell our boredom. it was actually pretty fun. looking at hot women is always a great way to pass the time. i actually had a dream with the charmed girls it it. back when prue was alive, yeah she was pretty. basically we sat on a cruise ship and joked around. phoebe and prue were talking and piper was off doing something so i was just looking around. prue noticed i was just spacing out and turned her attention to me. she's stunning and made me go weak at the knees, i was a goner as soon as her green eyes bore into mine. she asked what i was thinking about, and ni said how i felt a bit left out because i was on my own on this cruise. she said i wasn't, that i had three sisters to talk to. and i laughed, and took her bracelet and she and i commenced to wrestling (i know, hot right?) over posession of her bracelet. then some other things that don't really matter happened and i woke up. but i sorta wanted it to last longer, and for it to be real. oh well, guess i'll make do with other beautiful women.

i wish wednesday

come on don't you wish she were too. for some reason i had in my head that she was a lesbian or atleast bisexual. what with her always playing the bad ass role and dying on us because the directors have no idea what to do with a girl in charge. theres just something about her that makes me wish she were gay. maybe its that smile-that "i know youre not just looking at my face, and i caught you at it, but im gonna let it go". or maybe its just her smoking hot body. either way, i cant help but with there was something to those M-Rod rumors of her switching sides for us.

look at that. how can you not want her to take advantage of the fact that she has a gun and you dont to have her way with you?

looks like she pretty handy when it comes to a lot of things

that smile is heart breaking

so yup, thats who i wish for this week. sadly i doubt wishing will make anything change in actuality. though if she were to knock down my door and demand me to do down and dirty things, for her i would.

everyone's getting in on it

okay, Zooey Deschanel or Katy Perry?
its simple for me, Zooey all the way
she sings better-without auto tone
she is much classier-doesn't use her body to get what she wants
she can act-Katy perry's never even tried
and shes just hot.
shes got a banging body and an innocent look about her. shes just got that smile that says "hey, i need a little help and im betting you can help me" and you cant help but help a damsel in distress.
plus, i liked her before i liked katy perry
what with all that i kissed a girl crap just to get attention, i didnt like her for a while. with Zooey i liked her from the get-go. you cant help but stick with the girl you crushed on first, they last longer than some passing fancy for a come and go singer.
dont get me wrong, perry is attractive and more power to you if you thinkn nyou have a chance, shes just not my cup of tea. i prefer indie.

i was surfing one day and ran into this

i actually don't surf, so there's no way i could run into anything but i thought it sounded funny. pretty much ive been reading this other blog, and there are so many gorgeous women mentioned in it i thought i'd create a list of the women i find attractive, though not in any specific order.
missy peregym
sarah shahi
kate moenning
michelle rodriguez
olivia wilde
yvonne strahvski
rachel mcadams
reese witherspoon
cote de pablo
emma watson
zooey deschanel
ashley greene
halle berry
jessica biel
natalie portman
and angelina jolie

i mean, come on any lesbian or even straight girl can admit that atleast one girl on this list is attractive. i am of the opinnion that everyone operates on the sexuality spectrum. there is super duper straight one one side and totally completely gay on another and theres bisexual smack dab in the middle. but there are people that can sway towards liking the same sex even if they're straight. i know my straight friend cant help but think natalie portman is attractive. the same goes for gays, sometimes you can't help thinking the opposite sex is attractive anyway. like brad pitt, lets be honest- he is a very good-looking man i admit it. if he asked me to marry him (okay its a long shot) tomorrow i sure as hell would and hope to god he likes threesomes.

i'm like a dalmation

i was watching stick it this morning. and i love this movie, but i can't seem to find the music that goes with it. i mean some of them are on itunes but apparently not the ones i want. and that saddens me but not enough to make me dislike the movie. Missy Peregrym is smoking hot. i'd call her, even stalk her haha have you seen her abs? what lesbian doesn't like a fit athletic woman like her? plus i like it when the underdog does well.