life, love & sex.

So I started to think about the birds and the butterflies. You know; Sex, love and life and everything in between. And how confusing one with another can mess up your mental health and how we try so hard to convince one of it is another. Let me say, sex is not love and arguably life is not love. And the moment you believe what some neurotic person said, something like “you don’t really live until you fall in love or something,” you’re doomed. Doomed for life. And from then on you start living your life thinking you’re some pathetic lonely person who’s gonna die alone and you’re not pretty or worth of anything, but like really? stop whatever the television shows you're watching.


Now don’t get me wrong, falling in love is a beautiful thing. but it’s not everything and certainly not something you should do just because you’re lonely. Its something that must happen because someone brings more color to your life. You should never be with someone to add color to your life.


Now sex, love and all these things can be confusing. Or we make them to be. Or we just pretend them to be so we can tell ourselves all the mindless orgasms are out of love or all the heartache we bear for love is worth it ‘cos life is like that. As long as there’s someone to blame I think we’re all fine with sex, love and life and living in a constant confusion.


I wonder why we even have sex? Most of the time it’s just to make yourself feel good, to tell yourselves that you still got it. But what you should know is sex is not that hard to find, specially when no-one makes love anymore like in those old Hollywood movies. Walk in the parks and holding hands are silly acts, it’s all about closed doors and beds now. so when you tap some ass, spare me the details, it only annoys me and shows your insecurities. getting laid is so mediocre, Do we even believe anyone below thirteen is a virgin anymore? Even if they hardly knew how to kiss properly or give a toe clutching blow job while you could hear his heart pumping out of his chest?


We all have become just animals running after our next prey. Not that I’m saying that there’s anything wrong with it. As long as you knows who's the hunter and who's the prey. Someone said “there’s only a little difference between being sexually liberated and being used.” And that's the same meaning I wanna bring to the terms man whore and a slut. And I wish people knew the difference between quantity and quality and cute smile and puppy eyes is not quality.


Now, wondering the difference between a man whore and a slut? Slut is cheap hooker who’d sleep with anyone or anything to make themselves feel good. To feel you’re worth it, only to be used and dumped like a piece of trash most probably. But these ones are no any less proud about all the meat they’ve had. A Man whore on the other hand are a sacred kind. They sure do sleep with a many of them but they select and choose who they want. Now the next time you use these term, do responsibly.


I know life, love and sex can bring us down sometime. But it all comes down to the control we all have on each of it. Don’t believe what anyone say, make your own rules. Don’t wait for someone to come and love you, start today by loving yourself. Make your life happen. Don’t let anybody tell you, you can’t. its these simple things that will go a long way. so when sex happens you'll have control. when love happens, you'll be whole anyway. and if life brings you down, you'll know how to get right back up.


So believe. Live. Love and make love.