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life’s just too damn short…

Hey, Reader.

I’ve been working on a few things lately and, largely, felt like I needed to share my own story about my “sexual awakening” to set up my thoughts on a post in the works. Rather than bore you with the same story in a different way, I’m re-blogging the original for you to scan.

If anything, I hope this story will spur other young women struggling with some of the grey areas of their sexuality to be brave and confident in themselves.

You are beautiful and desirable, Girl. Go get what you want. Or don’t. The decision is yours.

Cheers.

-K

a little bit brave

Don’t you agree, Reader? Life is just too short. Too damn short. Too short for long lines. Too short for stupid arguments with the people you love (though they are bound to happen…). There’s just not enough time.

There aren’t enough hours in the day. I have often thought this to myself, especially over the last several months. I don’t know where my days go I am so busy sometimes. I wish I could stop time, get things done, and then start it back up again and let the hours trickle away with just a smidgen less stress than I had in the “moment” before. But alas, it’s just not possible.

You know what else life is too short for? For closed-mindedness. I’ve hinted and mentioned several times that I would breach a line of conversation that would possibly uncomfortable for some (and honestly, myself included). To say it out…

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life’s just too damn short…

Don’t you agree, Reader? Life is just too short. Too damn short. Too short for long lines. Too short for stupid arguments with the people you love (though they are bound to happen…). There’s just not enough time.

There aren’t enough hours in the day. I have often thought this to myself, especially over the last several months. I don’t know where my days go I am so busy sometimes. I wish I could stop time, get things done, and then start it back up again and let the hours trickle away with just a smidgen less stress than I had in the “moment” before. But alas, it’s just not possible.

You know what else life is too short for? For closed-mindedness. I’ve hinted and mentioned several times that I would breach a line of conversation that would possibly uncomfortable for some (and honestly, myself included). To say it out loud, or in this case, write it in the permanent ink of the internet, makes it “un-take back-able. ” It’s out there for people to judge and hate or rejoice in and support. I’m afraid of the former. Of the judgement.

I think the reason I haven’t “publicly” admitted, spoken, or written concerning what I’m about to expel is because I don’t want to hear the disappointment of the people I love. I don’t want to hear them ask me how I could think or feel such things. How I could “abandon the truth,” as some of my loved ones have so poetically put it in the past. How could I hurt these people whom I love and have no intention to disappoint? Or the friends with whom I used to share a deep sincerity for religion and spirituality?

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tinder and sweets… Can’t Get It Out of My Head

Recently, (as in like, the past four days) I have been guided to Tinder. And much to my dismay, I was instantly hooked.

If you’re not aware of Tinder, it’s a social app for smart phones that will allow you to see other people around you… It’s a dating/hookup app in the most basic and arguably, most archaic form. You get 1-6 photos, a possible short “blurb,” age, and shared interests (should the other users list/link them from Facebook) about said person in your vicinity. And then, it’s up to you. There’s no pressure. You choose: yea or nay. If you want to know more (or maybe not know more, just skip the talking and get down to business [which, in my opinion, leads to STDs waiting to happen]), you “swipe” their photo to the right. If you’re not interested, you “swipe” to the left, and cross-eyed Adam is none the wiser. But, if you and a nearby admirer both “swipe” right, it’s a match! You’re alerted that Cutie “swiped” in your favor, too, and you’re invited to chat.

my tinder profile… what other tinder’ers see about me…

Simple. Harmless. Habit-forming. Continue reading

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