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All Hallow’s Eve continuation

Why is it that there’s such stigma about being able to wear swim briefs, I just don’t get it. Well like most things humans illogically create out of fashion and narrow mindedness it’s hard to fathom but easily argued using just a bit of common sense and the ability to think outside of a commoner’s prejudiced perspective.

It’s ok for women to go around almost naked when it comes to swim wear. It’s alright for women to wear skimpy skirts or tight garments in most western cultures and it’s completely ingrained into society so as not to be vulgar or unappealing. Bar the few conservative and judgmental types who gripe about certain dress styles. Even though their view is again irrational considering the clout of human acceptabilities concerning modesty.

In certain parts of the world, the way western women dress on a daily basis is seen as vulgar by some standards, if not highly fetishist or improper. I’m not trying to argue that the more modest cultures merit any respect in terms of their dress code, just using the varying acceptabilities to argue that what’s right by any one culture is just their own perception. It’s not right by any iteration of the word. It’s just what’s been done and has come to be accepted as right.

In that case, the way women dress in the west, the most conservative, average fit jeans and a T-shirt would be improper in another part of the world. So much so that it would elicit ridicule, taunts and unwarranted attention from both sexes. That’s just a simple example.

On another level, the way most young women dress would be highly controversial in such places or even in bit more unreserved places. An interesting note, in most countries where women are clearly over cloaked, the men are blatant in their abuse and eve’s teasing. As much as men are similar around the world in terms of respecting women, in these countries the level that they’d do this with is overtly so. For example, even though men would comment about women wearing provocative clothing in a western country amongst other men, they would be somewhat demure and exercise restraint in public or when amongst members of the opposite sex. It’s more common place and women are daring and free to wear whatever they choose; there’s a history of sexual and fashion evolution that’s laid a foundation and layering of events up to the moment where these women are comfortable enough and accepted by society that it’s tolerated even without a second thought. Albeit sometimes it’s begrudgingly so, but in every evolution there are change resistors. In a country where women have less liberties and freedom of choice/expression, any deviation from the prescribed norms would be met with high levels of intolerance and sometimes even physical violence. So the irony is the cultures that claim to be protecting women and respecting them tend to be hypocritical.

Therefore the clothing worn be it, casual, lounging, formal, swim wear etc. so common, innocent, unscandalized owing to the history that preceded to its inception would be improper, scandalous and inadequate in non-western countries.

So that would be the supporting construct I am going to use to raise the question – why is it a big deal when men wear briefs or anything else that is deemed unattractive or non-masculine defined by standards that are from just one biased perspective. I’m sure if the women in western countries had to live in non-western conservative countries where they would victimized and ridiculed they would see how a taste of their own medicine would be. But they would have the luxury of not going to such countries or only being in them for a brief period. And it’s only swim wear, it’s not like clothing in every other sphere is called into question. Men don’t go around short shorts, or tight and uncomfortable fashion dictates, wear ‘formal’ attire that accentuates the appeal of its wearer to the opposite sex or highlights the differences. Bare leg from mid thigh to sometimes even higher constructs that again would be highly impractical and highly improper in any other culture. Necklines and cleavages that would be vulgar in most countries (albeit the way western women do so is tasteful, something about genetic makeup or something else unexplainable).

No, it’s only when it comes to one part of the wardrobe, nothing else. And all this hub bub, it’s frustratingly unfair. When it comes to living through parts of history that you know is wrong and that in the future it would be looked upon as another period of pointless debacle and ignorance, It’s painful to have to share a time period with morons and bigots. It would be fair to be able to choose something to wear without being ridiculed, judged or made to feel high self conscious. Worse still, to being made to feel like your body isn’t beautiful enough or that it should be seen as unappealing, unattractive to you and everyone else around you. So much so that it should not be allowed to be looked at it. Very healthy and open minded I’d say. To be able to wear something that makes you feel good and would be appropriate for certain instances isn’t too much to ask. Or being able to wear it for the same reason women do, whether that be fetishist, comfort, being made to feel body beautiful or any other reason is up to the wearer.

For the arguments that men who don’t compete in swimming or other swimming related sport shouldn’t wear such skimpy or revealing attire, I don’t see women do the same. Women who don’t compete or even swim wear completely skimpy swimsuits or competition suits and it’s alright for them. And yet these same women complain about speedos or inequality towards women or salaries extra. Maybe like yields like, if you taunt and herd all men into one camp, the ones who are good, loyal, respectful, would have no recourse but to join the rest who are sexist and ignorant. So you’re not really furthering women’s rights by turning any supporters you might have to become passive to your cause or worse still against it.

Maybe my quest for equality and sexual freedom might lead to closure in formulating plausible arguments and making sense of the nonsensical.

Why is the prudery, ignorance and bigotry of one culture be allowed to torment and ridicule a certain group? Why all the jokes, stigma and general disapproval.

All a part of the conundrum that permeates almost every aspect of humanity. In most parts of the world, in varying degrees of development, the brash, insensitive, illogical, fascist members dominate and try to maintain their mislead grip of control in how everyone else should live.

In the end, bar the varying levels of sexual freedom and in turn the freedom to live and dress the way you want, humanity is homogeneous in its narrow mindedness. The only hope is the pockets of few who are beyond it, they live by the rule of using common sense to come to their own conclusions, a better way of thinking and living and not judging others or consciously influence or torment other beings.

Can’t think of a title

Hmm where do I start, relating back to the first entry of this blog I’ve decided to further do any drawing, writing and postulating in one single note book instead of writing and ripping sheets from notebooks and ending up with endless folded up sheets that I have to catalog. I guess a book itself would be catalog enough and I wouldn’t need to put it online…just yet.

As of late things have been pretty uneventful and eventful however my take happens to be on the situation at hand…I’ve had a few extra housemates as well as an extra roommate coming in to share the house. That means less space but less rent; I hope.

As of late I’ve been trying to get a loan for my fees but been unsuccessful because it’s another catch 22. In order to get a loan I need a visa for longer than a month and to get the visa I need the loan. Ha, i’m not surprised, I’d been through that before.

Anyway I just decided to take out a credit card for emergencies and just work up the rest. Hoping it should be fine, however shifts are hard as of late. I should have either quit the other job earlier or not taken it up at all. Total waste of time, money and mind.

So here’s to another sticky situation and when everything culminates into more of less one focused area of struggle and now I can barely breathe let alone think to write. So peace out.

Mind Vesuvius

~ I hate this feeling I get when i sit and wait
anticipate the frost that fate has set in wake
on the horizon looms doom and gloom
can’t get a break as I try to erase my past
hastily as strife marches, on with life so earnestly
distraught
I can’t take the pressure, this darkness is boiling under
every breath I take it’s like the very first, yet last
trying to make sense of it all, spewing out words
that I form which seems to make no sense at all
even by my own disconcerted accord

a dark harmonious tragedy held together by
suspect emotions and healf hearted pleas
appeals as he tries to steal some peace by
writing these theses ~

Saturday night

Something relaxing about sitting in bed listening to a great tune and writing about nothing. Beats the mindless search for entertainment on youtube. Might as well do a general update, the new job has been nothing but a pain in the ass. Apart from getting flack from two of the supervisors, I keep missing shifts from the center.

It’s not like I don’t know what’s going on; it’s very evident what is going on, trying to weed out the good ones from the bad. Or maybe it’s just the general temperament of certain people. All I know is that negative reinforcement might create tougher individuals but when it comes in a situation where other factors and pressures are involved it is not going to help produce optimum employees. And besides it’s not the army. All they’ll manage is to lose a great, nay super, employee.  Oh well, I might quit soon considering I’m not making more money and actually losing money and my happiness. Shame though I have a great time with the guys there.

And I really need to find my own room soon, time’s a running short.

Fees, being lonely, this midsummer’s simmering tragedy
constantly on a steady low heat never a sign of retreating
can’t afford repeating my mistakes, it’s do or die, do I play it straight on through
or hesitate the just amount due, hoping to make long fading dreams come true
of love, freedom and escaping these fascist preachers, brain and soul leaches
all the haters, ignorant segregators, mindless instigators, blind cloned sheep

make life a living hell for the ones trying to break free and make sense, struggles
abound within and around, on this blue speck we’re living in. Do I blend in and phase out
or make shift the course of this history we’re all living in.

Oh well time to watch something and goto sleep because I feel the midnight munchies coming on.

This here is a post to the posts that have

This here is a post to posts that came and went without ever having had a chance to make it online. Also to the thoughts, the songs that I pen down at work and the ones that I never get a chance to pen down, to all the ideas about ideas that I’d dream about and never get a chance to realize. And to another day off where I did more than most sundays but still feel unfulfilled.

To another day that’s passed without someone to hold who I’ll cherish for the rest of my life or to randomly engage in non-sensical coupling to increase that pointless yet oft too heralded tally of youthful ‘love’ making. I’d much rather have the former than latter. Seems much more fulfilling.

Ah this brain of mine.

Wax on wax off

My waxing session went smoother than expected, figuratively. I was reserved about bearing myself so up close to a stranger and having an accident. But apart from a slight arousal when I was lying on my back it went as nonchalantly as two people having a candid conversation over coffee. And a wearing a thong turned out to be a good idea because of the increased area hair could be removed from.

Although, my legs aren’t as smooth as I wanted, with a few strays especially near the bikini line and cheeks. Had I actually looked as it was being done I could’ve adjusted my thong to get more of the hair exposed. I was asked to pull it high up the thigh anyway. The pubes are somewhat lopsided, again because I hadn’t looked at how much i’d pulled either side up. Overall I’m content, though not overly, and I don’t feel as weird having my legs and body completely hairless. It’s as if I’d been like this all the time. My chest is clearing up and I learned I should’ve been scrubbing my skin on a daily basis. There’s a bit of a fine regrowth but in a couple of sessions I should have softer hair coming back. Now all I need to get done is a brazillian or a playboy, which is something I learnt from my therapist as she was waxing me,a nd for some odd reason it didn’t go to my head that it was for men…duh: playBOY. It’s in some salon and it costs 60. Too pricey, I think there’s others where it’s cheaper. She doesn’t do intimate waxing for men which is why my pubes weren’t attended to properly as it was done from the shape of the fabric being pulled up.

On a side note I really need to stop foolishly meandering on photo sites or websites where they trade pics. It’s mostly the women to women or women to couple and vice versa. In their minds and worlds it seems like they’re above every one else and so perfect while the single lepers incessantly lap at their unattainable heights. It’s sickening and sad I keep getting sucked into it sometimes. It’s then I realise how flawed and imperfect I am with my maleness and flawed skin and body.

Oh well, i’m just human I suppose. Anyway I shall write about my first swimming lesson later. Now it’s time for bed. Goodnight

Waxing, buyers remorse and swim lessons

I’ve recently embarked on a long needed plunge, excuse the pun, into swimming. Swimming had been a dream of mine when I was younger, just something about it, I can’t remember what exactly, when I was kid that was so alluring. And then when I attempted to learn, it was beyond disappointing, on my own and with help from friends and others.

Now it’s other reasons, one of which is that I finally just want to be able to swim once and for all. And the fact I have a liking for swim wear. It’s hard to find or even browse and buy something to my liking. Owing to the fact that men have to wear over sized leggings. It’s always plagued me about not having the same level of freedom as women, in the west, to wear whatever and not having to feel awkward or an oddity. But as time passes and being on this side of the Atlantic and exposure to alternative lifestyles has given me some boldness.

That’s another issue, a non-issue as far as I’m concerned. The thing I’m pestered by is the fact that I’d made a few hasty purchases and unfortunately took off the tag thinking that it was a sale item and the money spent on it justifiable either way. Plus the point about being unable to browse or purchase something that isn’t too ‘popular’. Oh and not being able to try it, because of the aforementioned as well as the time it would take for that.

The sale definitely had a huge influence on it. It also made sure that the right sizes were gone, leaving only the large to x-large. I’d made a purchase on a regular pair or trunks fearing I wouldn’t be able to able wear anything snug or tiny, but fortunately returned them. Instead I bought a pair or endurance trunks, a bit long for my liking but the only ones I could find; those strengthened my resolve. I would’ve preferred the regular square cut which I’d tried on a few years ago. The endurance pair are a good compromise, being snug but not too small and a good way to ease in. I can’t justify wearing something ‘inappropriate’ until I can actually swim; then, I wouldn’t care what people think. Maybe I’m too hasty to judge, this is a new country closer to where it’s appropriate.

I have accumulated a fair bit of swim wear throughout the years, and recently bought a few more. I still do regret not getting a few good ones a few years ago when I had the chance, as well as leaving behind my shorts accidently when I moved here. Then there is the pair of square cut trunks that are probably a size too small, otherwise it would’ve been perfect in my collection. This is all a bit obsessive and I need to curb my enthusiasm somewhat, but why should I. Right now I regret one purchase, it’s a medium coverage but the very badly cut shape of it makes me unsure of it. I have something black that’s much better to boot. Right now I would really love to get a hand on those square cut ones.

Anyway, all of this is finally for swimming and I’ve signed up for lessons which start this thursday and in tune with that I’d planned on getting waxed. I was supposed to get my arms, chest and legs done, but my beauty therapist, just noticed therapist is made up of “the and rapist”, only had enough for my arms and chest. Which means I need to go there again, which means cancelling another shift at work, bummer, missing quite a few this week. And I’m a bit apprehensive about taking my pants off in front of a stranger and having the person so close. It’s a woman, but hopefully it’ll be completely professional and I won’t get aroused for no reason. And to add to the anxiety, I plan on wearing a thong to get rid of more hair from the back. She does do intimate waxing but only for women. I’m glad, because even though I want that done as well, I’d rather get it done in a professional salon. This happens to be a home based business. She’s nice enough though, we had a nice chat the last session. Actually I wouldn’t mind if she did do it because it’s quite inexpensive there and plus saves the hassle of going to different places.

I am a bit reserved about having it done right before the day of the lesson. My chest has gone all blotchy and been dotted with whiteheads. Hope it wears off before thursday and the same doesn’t happen on my legs. I’ve remedied it with some personal therapy to hasten the healing. So far it looks like it’s getting better.

The next thing I have to do is improve my abs and get bigger and better toned legs. Then I will be strutting my stuff like it’s nobody’s business. So here’s to a nice hairless, chiseled, sexy body with tasteful yet appropriate dressage and finally being able to swim.

Why do you haunt me so?

“Hate that I love you so…” Rihanna and Neyo

Taking lead from the previous post, I want to talk about YOU. Yeah, YOU, you’ll never know i’m talking about you, you’ll never see this post and even if you did I don’t care. Well, maybe I do, but still i know I shouldn’t be talking about you, it’s not your fault. You don’t know how i feel about you, or maybe you do and you just drive me crazy.

All i seem to be thinking about is you. When you’re not near i can’t wait to see you, I have all these things in mind things i want to say or do things I ‘accidently’ want to slip out so you’ll see how much I care and…ugh, love you ?:S? It’s friggin frustrating. Why did you have to have such a lovable personality why the eff can I not stop thinking about you. I mean we’re so wrong for each other…maybe we’re not but we’re from different worlds, the age gap, you have a boyfriend and i doubt you’d really be interested in a serious relationship. Plus the more i’m drawn towards you and think there’s something (stupidly so I might add) the more shocking it is to hear certain things from you. Yeh, i don’t know if u’re keeping your distance or just being honest but sounds like IF, and that’s a BIG BIG BIG IF, something does happen between us i’m not too sure it might be a good thing. You know why? because IF IF IF it does happen what’s to say it won’t have all the hallmarks of a normal relationship…i’d adore  you and cherish you and then the rest of the same old crap. Ok thinking a bit ahead of myself. But you told me you like the thrill of the chase…well being chased. I don’t know you seem a bit of a contradiction. You seem so stable and loyal, maybe you’re just joking, you wouldn’t cheat or lie but still those little things make me worry and we’re not even together yet.

These thoughts are driving me mad…I’m so tired of it…I want to be free and happy. I don’t know what to wish for…everything is just worse than whatever preceded it. I don’t even know why i’m angry at [you]. I’m not, i’m just angry at all this and myself. I really don’t know what to wish for…as much as it hurts everyday, as much as I feel like i want to throw up…i guess I’d feel that then nothing for you. This is pure bullshit but yet I can’t help feeling it and i feel so strongly at times…i just hope i get through it with or without you.

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