Male Fascination with LesbiansI believe I've thought about this before, but just recently I was reminded of my thoughts on the subject. Why do males have this utter fascination with lesbianism? Herein I attempt to answer the question in an informal essay/list format. There are, as one might be inclined to imagine, several reasons for the fascination, and each one shall be given its own paragraph and explanation.Male Fascination with Lesbians12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Reason #1: Double your pleasure. This is probably the most obvious of the reason, but also the most shallow interpretation of the fascination. Often said is the old proverb "Two heads are better than one". A logical extension of this is that two naked girls are better than one.
Reason #2: In most lesbian situations, there are no men. This is personally one of my largest contributing factors as to why lesbian porn is my favourite kind of porn. Nothing ruins a nice piece of female nudity like a big j
IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARSi am fighting with dragonsIF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i try to spit out any
semblance of reason. the
moment i try to start i am
overcome with what i once
thought was a shortcoming
but i know now to be ghosts
of what i used to value (life)
i am a death
hidden in the
leaves of your
i am honestly bad for the health
of any traveling bard or passing
soldier. i am a plague. i am your
sickness. i am an anaesthetic.
i am a vaccine against
or was is jaundice?
i'm yellow-bellied and
i'm yelling to the sky
like i can't hear the
I JUST WANT TO SPEND A DAY
IN YOUR (SOMEBODY'S) ARMS
LIKE I BELONGED, LIKE I WAS
A PART OF THE FAMILY.
APART FROM THE FAMILY.
i can't help SCREAMING because dear
i don't know who "you" are anymore
and nobody is listening to this but
the static is thinning. i'm still the
mountain of broken toys i was
assumed to be so long ago.
i'm pulling my guts out.
i'm pulling my ears.
i'm listening but i
can't hear you.
i'm just he
Giving InGiving in to what she cannot controlGiving In4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No where except by his side, go
It does not matter to which shore
Alone, without. Together, more
Surrenders to what she does not comprehend
Not giving up, Begins again
He decides who he is, His right
She dreams, and circumvents fights
He has to live the truth within, His needs
She knows what she wants, He supersedes
Be it a Reason, a Season, or Forever
She sighs, cries, does not sever
What may be less than temporary
Part-time lover, distant friend
Here today, escapes tomorrow
Laughter, solace, whispered sorrow
Returns, lost in the misty morrow
Silent murmurs, plead to know
Yielding to faults, hers, his dying passion
Death of love, a lifetime stripped of compassion
He will be what he will be
She, whatever falls in between
Not much left to say
Until the day she is a castaway
The heavens shall then
A cacophony of screams
slashing holes in the seams
Of a wrenched psyche
and her ravished heart
Wrung of every drop
Pissed OffI'll see you at school.Pissed Off12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But what will you do? Nothing.
Because you don't care.
HockeyBlack puck and white ice,Hockey9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Speed balanced on blade's edge,
battles built on pride.
SoundSound4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something against the sky -
a kestrel wing
drifting godward -
the circle of sound
dents the morning
and turns my ears
second guessing the weight of
and how your breath
measures the morning light.
Miss youI never got the chance to tell him how I felt.Miss you7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How his beautiful smile use to make me melt.
If I could Id turn back time and make things right.
Id have kissed him on that very last night.
I wonder if he even remembers our very last night.
How the words he whispered to me sent my heart into flight.
And that was the last time I saw him. Never said goodbye,
If only I hadnt been so shy.
I never thought Id miss him so much.
How much Id miss his laugh, his smile, his touch.
Never did I think hed be the cause of so much lost sleep.
I hadnt realised Id fallen so deep.
I love him more then hell ever know and even though
I cant see him; my love for him continues to grow.
Hes still the only one who ever captured my heart.
I still love him despite how many miles we are apart.
Maybe one day well meet once more.
And Ill get a chance to tell him that hes the one my heart beats for.
That Ive loved him all along a
I Miss... You.I miss your hugs.I Miss... You.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those hugs of yours
always brightened up my day.
I miss your laugh.
The tone of your laughter
is enough to lift my sorrows.
I miss your smiles.
Your smiles are flawless
and are the cure to any problem.
I miss your love for me most of all.
For your love was true and innocent.
It was pure and real.
I miss your soft kisses, your darling voice,
your enchanting brown eyes.
Your love and my love
once shared a heart.
The heart was complete;
it was filled to perfection.
Since then you've opened our heart
Others who I became envious of
for making your soul lustful.
Our heart became vacant;
yet not completely vacant,
for I am still here.
Still waiting for your love
trick candle emotions_cthere are faces that don't existtrick candle emotions_c6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and love letters never written
down and we will shout until
tree tops crumble and branches
sway, until spines snap and
there are hearts dissolving
in the atmosphere, and ribcages
rusting down on main street,
and hearts were never meant
to breathe on their own, but
we never did learn how to love.
we are people in two separate
worlds with two different
definitions of the same words
and screaming is like killing
to me and laughing is like
drowning to you and we compute
on a daily occasion, through
error messages at least.
we're breaking the world between
our palms to watch the life spill
out of the fault lines and if we don't
know what we're doing, then neither do you.
we're just haphazard at best,
mechanical emotions crossing wires
and calling the misfires beautiful.
make me laugh until my lungs burst,
bleeding four leaf clovers spilling
out through my nostrils and tear ducts,
i'm smoking trick candles at our properly
A Song of Two SistersA Song of Two Sisters10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She was the Lotus
she was the Rose
feeling forever apart
Eyes never meeting
the violence she's greeting
A neck so white
a body so ripe
Her lips bloom
small mouth sewn
Holding her hand
in Death's cruel land
Their picture now marred
their faces are scarred
Averting their gaze
A tale of the two
haunts me and you
By destiny chained
Words of a fool
a murderous tool
Anorexia.Anorexia.9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs.
She slides her hands over her stomach,
and she smiles as her hand glides over a bone.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
She looks as if the slightest breeze will blow her away.
As if the slightest touch would break her.
So pale and fragile looking, yet so elegant.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
DuplicityCaring about othersDuplicity6 years ago in Open More Like This
and wishing they were dead
Affirming other's success
lets me know i've failed
even compared to idiots
Tell me I'm pretty
The HouseThe House9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Jessie was sitting in front of the computer, working, when the scratching sounds first crossed the threshold of her consciousness. The noises were slight, and she stopped typing to cock her head and listen. Nothing. She went back to her typing, sure that she had imagined the faint scratching. The house was quiet except for the clattering keyboard. She had just moved into this house. The only furnishings in her three-bedroom residence were a couch, a chair, two end tables, and a coffee table; her bed, a dresser, and a folding table beside the bed; and her computer and computer desk. No television and no radio for background noise, since she hadn't yet bought them. She liked the solitude and quiet and was in no hurry to make those purchases. For too many years she had lived with noise and confusion. It was nice to be able to sit and enjoy quiet surroundings instead of the clamoring chaos of her former home.
Finding this house had been a boon. Sh
InsanityInsanityInsanity11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am plagued with a madness
Anger turns to pain
I am filled with a sadness
I cannot tame
My brain has gone dumb
Darkness has engulfed me
My senses have gone numb
Runs through these veins
Stuck in this profanity
Trapped in these chains
Dear DiaryDear Diary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I ate a sandwich today. I realized for the first time that one does not use a spoon to eat them. I was at the deli and I ordered my usual, a turkey breast with salmon, bacon, and teriyaki sauce, sat down and began to eat, spoon in hand. The man next to me turned and said, "You know… You don't use a spoon to eat sandwichs…"
This blew me away. All that I had known: destroyed. My world became swirling mist of the unknown. Every fact I thought I knew suddenly came into question. The way of the universe died that day.
The man grew concerned about the glazed look I had while I was shaking uncontrollably in my chair. I snapped to, spoon still in my grasp. Then I stabbed him with it. A lot.
Thanks for ruining my day, asshole.
Today was unusual. I went to the super market and the cashier winked at me. I mean, it's good to be winked at by such a beauty of a person, but I didn't think it was very appropriate. Flattered, I gave a small sign of rejection, whi
divulgefor the last time idivulge5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
am saying, get me the hell
away from myself
Unknown SoldierUnknown SoldierUnknown Soldier4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sarah walked down the halls of her school, ignoring the trail of whispering that followed her.
She had heard it all before. The words were not new, yet they still brought a rising sense of pain. Sometimes it felt like she was entering a war zone, stepping into school...she hated being there. She hated her so-called friends, her so-called "education", and her so-called life.
She was in a battle of one. She was to keep living when it felt like no one else wanted her to. She was to keep smiling, keep climbing to her feet whenever someone pushed her down.
She was an unknown soldier, fighting in a war that no one else could see.
Sometimes, though, she had to stop fighting. Stop smiling, stop climbing to her feet...sometimes she had to break.
We all do.
It was times like that when Sarah would go to the park. It was always empty there, so no one heard her crying, no one saw her mask break...that's how she wanted it. She didn't want