Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Female Vollyball Cameltoe

Women are well ....

(Edward Weston Photography)

Sometimes I wonder how they see the world from a male head.

minutes If I grant the possibility of man would I see many different things?, Would great revelations?

I do not know, I think, yes, and do not know why, to rest a little. I have the idea, perhaps crazy, that my head is constantly full of things, voices, thoughts, things do is because I have a woman's head. A day like today, a day if I feel lonely just because I'm never lonely when I see no one or, at least, never in silence. I feel that I speak and answer me, answer me these voices that I inhabit.

However, this is not the most exhausting, finally, over the years I've gotten used to standing conference that is lived daily in my head. What is more stressful than being a woman does not seem to be something that comes naturally, a condition with which one is born but a long and expensive job that may not be waived and there is always something new to learn.

At present I am surprised the media blitz on the feminine. There are women everywhere, every time we used to sell all types of products ranging from everything to do with the "feminine hygiene", including all cleaning products for the home kitchen and ending with notebooks, cars, the usual liquor and an endless number of things.

What makes us so versatile is a strange mix. While many advertisements exploit our maternal side, sweet and devoted to household work (killed by the family: "Hey you, think of your mom and give her a blender, washing machine etc..), Others are dedicated to revealing one's body and make it a place of desire, indeed, women in these ads seem to only want to arouse passions, libido. On a typical day I see many times boobs (and not mine), are everywhere, many have no face or put a name matters little. I will not say that all seem to like the same, at least in advertising, because they favor the big, round, those who barely move. Apart from this bombardment is sufficient to turn on a radio to hear that women seem to want gasoline, fire, fire, we stick together, they give us, we whipped and, finally, all those alternatives that come to the same. Not counting the many singers who wail in the songs and whose videos, even romantic, should include the collection to the buttocks, abdomen toned, the plunging neckline and a sensual movement, wet bodies, exposed, why not? something original, provocative introducing a finger painted red mouth does anyone has?.

to all this is added, this weekend, "or has been all month? The beauty queens, the detailed discussions on all body parts, the headlines about cellulite, stretch marks, accompanied by discussions of the presenters, who were also queens, on the subject.

And it seemed that that was the other area of \u200b\u200bfemininity, gossip, whispering, critique. We have to be watching and comparing all the time, we keep quotas to meet: Be a good daughter, good girlfriend, good wife, good lover, good mother, good housekeeper, a good professional ... who can look bad in the long list without trial or at least feel that way?

We wish to make us think that is a must, a requirement, but be careful because if you want too may bad things happen to you, sorry, but this will be your fault.

We shocked the women covered the Middle East but we remain indifferent to nudity by nudity, the avalanche-to-eat products that include women, the idea outrageous, in my view, that to be visible, regardless of cause, it is necessary to strip out. I say this in mind last year still fresh Maria Fernanda Valencia for the camera in the undressing offered if elected. It is not easy to be known, she claimed, and this may be a way to do it. I would say it actually would be released, of course, a very intimate and private but what has that to do with a political project? Many years of struggle for rights claims seem to come we can now openly show their tits and so we can get many things. The idea of \u200b\u200bthe Colombian actresses naked from the waist up from being passed Mickey Fanny Law, despite being a noble cause, it seemed equally out of place. Why not also stripped actors?

Finally, it is difficult to understand what is expected after all of us. It is difficult, also, to calculate how much damage has made that current female ideal, fucking strange mix of sweet and capable.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Inside Cars Part Names

jos [empathy]


no lights, roads, people, my arm hurts, at least lose the pain inside.

is it so complicated? difficult?

understand?

believe?

support?

want?

as you say if talks would have made a couple of days ago

would spontaneously embrace

and other words would

and take me away with no rancor but with a "wait for me, I will return"

do not notice?


the drug does not work in this second time

foreign words help calm

penalties that fail to heal the wounds

"you give yourself time," I said a distant hug

how? I would like to know how longer?

for?

yes, maybe I was blind ... maybe things are there ... but I do not see

did not want to leave your life and all you've done is more away

itself is

grudge the grudge is not good .. I know ... but I accept it as a punishment for feeling ( you )

accept it as punishment for wanting ( you )

resentment becomes putrefaction and off my lights

and smiles.

accept it ...

is as it should be?

a procedure to be followed for querdar all with a clear conscience?

say love me, worship me and you can not to mourn me

to hug to my cry

stop you can not give (me) minutes worth gold, heaven and the forces

are not able to soften and talk with words compatible with my essence

my state on the defensive is normal, I have no other defense mechanism against things that come to me directly, you knew that all I get the triple? knew that about me? know my essence??

I think I love too much not to open my heart to read what's inside, because after all let me go and do not strive bring me back or never departs.


are desperate attempts, the cries inaudible. I hope blows, by reacting poque not know how to look. I hope to be wrong and who I love and miss containing me to be who I did not bleed.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

How To Make A Navy Cake

jo j




and when I finally found one of those few little people that if they are really good,

everything turns gray, once the heart can not control ...

tears and do not stop run
to be noticed and remember that everything is the same
whoever and when that is ...

all the same ...
confusion and clutter, hurts and what does it matter?
MATTER THAT SHIT JUST WANT TO TAKE YOUR HAND INSTEAD OF JUST WALKING BY YOUR SIDE?

MATTER IF THAT SHIT TO SLEEP WITH THE ONLY PERSON THAT DREAM IS SHE?

MATTER IF THAT SHIT IN A HUG TIEMBLO, ONCE I asked her?
tell me who ... who care if I die to give you a kiss ?

always go back to the same conclusions and headaches
this is bad ... what they call ..... mm ... as it is?

"love" ja ... until I laugh ... yeah ... that!
is bad ... it's worthless because it only invites are tears

departures
pains penalties

anguish
more tears

cuts blood
anger loneliness

invisibility
reprimr-thoughts-feelings-looks-beats

and here I remain, no strength, no desire, no smiles
aƱorandote
secret

alone in the dark
dreaming increasingly by the crap you !
only willing to hold the fuck up and you feel ke same thing happens here! ...

breath away I

my mouth dry and moistened by drops that touch my lips ...
is so difficult ... for me ... talk and say what's inside

ke
tell how beautiful it is for me to see
suddenly you appear

later
and smile
tell
tornadoes within
if I smile
if you look
if I take the hand
if
hold me if I greet
if I hear your voice
AAAHHHH! if I hear your voice ... do not know ... I really do not know that this
detail
did so much ...
wake
had no simple way to achieve such happiness
exquisite moments
and then what?
where he was?
were fantasies ... beautiful fantasies
castles and clouds
ideas and plans
yet never was it?

was all a figment of my imagination?

be scars, because the first person who is truly

that crosses my path, I will not let me take time

will not let you delete ke
or heal
you the first real sleep appears
you the first look that I really
and real smile that made me smile

hurts and I'm sorry

if you want to take my hand

do a side step
so you do not touch my desires.


I leave your bottle of wine , above your bed.