February 7, 2005

Roses and Chocolates

Whenever I want to cry and moan in self-pity, I go back to read some of the crap I used to post on my original website on Geocities when I was still in high school. Oddly enough, I still feel the same way about Valentine's Day (and Sweetest's [sp?] Day) as I did then, so I'm going to copy and paste what I wrote for Valentine's Day 2002, when I was a senior in high school.

UPDATE: February 13, 2002

    Only one more day (actually, just under 5 hours) left until all the lovers in the world try to make up for lost time of love by showering their lover(s) with meaningless and thoughtless gifts. "Love" is a bouquet of roses, but true love is knowing what to buy your lover no matter what the occasion. Knowing what is in her(his) heart and saying what you truly think about them. I love you, I love you, I love you. Why do I love you? I do. You speak a truth to me that I adore and listen to adoringly. I set my eyes upon you and I fall in love... again and again. But you can't only feel that feeling on 2/14, because love is forever. True love is forever and not for a cheesy holiday.

At that point, I still had some sort of romantic Ideal in me where love was still possible, real love, that is. And at that time, I felt like I had some sort of entitlement to loving and/or being loved, which I have since learned to not be true at all. However, my problems aside, I still think Valentine's Day is a complete farce. Love is eternal, not daily. Love is forever and lasting, not momentary and fleeting.

"I believe in love, but it's our society in which we live that keeps tearing me down."

I also believe in sex.

But that's for another day.


February 3, 2005

Societal Orgasm


Penis and vagina.

Vagina and penis.

I've said it.

You may furrow your brow at me and write me harassing emails... but I've said it. Sex. It is something that we can't normally say in public, or else we'll get smirks and grins, snickers and sneers or condemnation and reprisal. You can't say sex without someone turning a million shades of pink, rose, and red. Sex. It's a taboo in our society that is driven into us by the droning of the moralists... even though each and every one of us are derived from sex. We trivialize the value of sex. We regulate it. We prohibit it from infect and poisoning our airwaves. For Christ's sake, we saw Janet Jackson's right nipple for under a second and the religious right have been up in arms about it since. Censoring... because of a woman's nipple. What is wrong with a nipple? Because it can get me off? It'll infest the minds of little kids and destroy the moral fabric of society?

I don't think so. I think that the minds of our youth are being subverted by the censorship of sex. We conceal and hide every little detail about the penis and the vagina, saving them for our little sexual education classes that poorly educate us about the workings and functions of coitus... conjugal relations... fucking... SEX... in our high school curricula. We're left to bumble around ourselves and discover what's right and what's wrong as we spring through pubescent growth. Good God, some kids don't know what the hell their organs are for until they learn from their friends at the lunch table.

Society skews the value of sex. It treats it trivally. Demeans it. Denigrates it. Vagina. Penis. Coitus. Connection. Sex.

Maybe it's time for a change.