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Don’t Let Them Die Before You Say Goodbye – By Julie Addicott

This is a submission from our 30 Days of Thought challenge. The only edits made have been to formatting and for appearance. All thoughts are strictly those of the author. You can learn more about the creative writing challenge by clicking here.

So here it is….

As usual I started writing and couldn’t stop, so this is only a very small part of my thoughts for today. I can’t promise that all of you who follow my page will like this post. But I will not apologize for using my voice.

DAY 1. – 30 Days of Thought.

…..it’s the harsh truth, AFTER DEATH everyone wants a piece of you, they want a memory, a possession, they want their turn to share in the grief, they want their turn to say “I loved you”. 
People die every day, for some it’s their time, some die suddenly, some die by their own hand. Some of these people are children. All of these people were loved by someone. And most of them may not have known that.

I remember in high school a boy who was always bullied, pushed around and teased because of how he dressed, what he looked like, where he lived. He died in a car accident. I didn’t go to his funeral but I saw the pictures in the paper, the pictures of those who had consistently bullied him, standing there at his funeral just meters from his heartbroken parents.

Why? Because he was dead. Plain and simple.

Had he lived, they wouldn’t be standing at his hospital bed wishing him well. Had he come back to school the day after the accident, unharmed, they would have continued bullying him.

IT IS WRONG!

Too many people die thinking they’re unloved, thinking they don’t matter. Because we’re too busy to tell them or show them. Why not say it while that person is alive, tell them you need them, tell them they what they mean to you, for gods sake don’t wait until they’re dead to say “oh by the way, I LOVED you”.

They won’t know, THEY ARE DEAD!!!!

Don’t stand over their grave and cry and say they meant the world to you. Don’t look at the ones they truly loved and say ‘you don’t know how I feel’. If you weren’t there for them during life, when they needed you, when they reached out to you, don’t say it when they’re gone. THAT IS NOT LOVE!

PAIN CHANGES PEOPLE
But ‪#‎LoveChangesPeople‬ too!

 

I’m Not Very Good At Love – By Blanca Lapin

This is a submission from our 30 Days of Thought challenge. The only edits made have been to formatting and for appearance. All thoughts are strictly those of the author. You can learn more about the creative writing challenge by clicking here.

I’m Not Very Good at Love…

Actually a better way to put that is, I’m not very good at being loved.

I’m an excellent lover. Wait, that came out wrong. Well, no it’s actually true but it’s not what I meant to express in this post (maybe another day).

What I’m trying to say is that I love and I love hard. I love with all that I am and with no reservations. I love everyone. In fact, have so much love to give that I can’t give it away fast enough but there are a few problems with that…

# 1 – I’m always so busy loving everyone else that I forget to love myself…

To take time for me, to do things that I enjoy

I’m a “pleaser” (not in that way – well again, yes but that’s another post), I want everyone to be happy around me and because of this, I lost myself in my marriage.

For 10 years I let him make all the decisions (from furniture to dinner and from vacations to car purchases). I always knew deep down that I wasn’t satisfied but I told myself that if he was happy then so was I.

Boy, was I wrong. I’ve been divorced for over a year now and I’m proud to say that I’ve gotten much better at loving myself. Admittedly, I still fuck up but I’m a thousand times better than I was.

# 2 – I no longer believe in “true love”

Let me make this clear, I’m not saying I don’t believe in love. I just no longer subscribe to the fairytale bullshit that Walt Disney fucking shoves down our throats before we can even walk.

Now before you start getting all upset, let me explain. Like I said, I love and I love hard and fast and with no abandon at all whatsoever. The thing is, I love lots of people…I do have one person that I love differently than any of the others, but that’s about as far as I’m willing to discuss that right now.

I expect everyone to let me down, and usually they do. So even though it hurts every single time, I know it’s coming so it doesn’t take me long to recover. Some of you will say that means that I never go “all in” and maybe that’s true, I don’t know, but it sure feels like I do.

# 3 – I believe in living life to the fullest

In experiencing all that it [life] has to offer and acting as if there is no tomorrow (and that includes sex)

As you can probably imagine, that means that the physical part of a new relationship happens fairly quickly. This does create a problem for me when I realize that I just slept with someone who doesn’t know the meaning of the word genocide. Just need to be more selective… lesson learned.

# 4 – I’m just plain scared

If you love me (or even if I think you might) then I’m gonna push you away. If you stay gone then I’ll be hysterical, but if you come back then something must be wrong with you. I’m pretty sure I don’t feel worthy of love so I try desperately to push away anyone who could possibly have real love for me. This is something I’ve gotta fix, and soon unless I want to end up as an old hag

Straight or Gay: Did I Have Sex With The Wrong Sex For 5 Years?

Grace Durbin exposes part of her personal love story in an attempt to spark some conversation about an issue that currently has our nation split in half.

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Let’s talk about sex.

It all started like this.

She slipped her arms tightly around my waist and pulled my body close to hers. The warmth of her skin made it hard to let go. I could feel my heart begin to pound and my face grow warm with the blush of surprise and uncertainty. As she slowly traced her fingers across my back, the air grew thick with tension and arousal. This was not our usual “text me later” way of saying goodbye.

No . This was better.

All I could think, in that moment, was that I never wanted her to let me go. My mind battled morals while my body responded as if it knew exactly what to do and the rest of me had no need for concern.

Maybe that’s the point (according to some) that I should have been ashamed, offended, or even appalled, by merely the thought of a same-sex relationship. Maybe I should have spoken to a minister, claimed to have had an emotional breakdown or a quarter-life crisis. Maybe I should have blamed drugs, alcohol, social networks and media; anything other than the truth seemed preferable. The truth was this:

“Gay love” and I didn’t even attempt to resist it.

Sex was hot.

The sex was beyond words at times; ardent, breathtaking, and unreal. It was a whole new world, and I was a desolate vessel that hungered for affection of the mind, body, and soul.

It was never about having sex with a woman. It was about unfathomable, compassionate, abyssal connection; the complete understanding of someone else, intellectual stimulation, late night conversation, our favorite songs, and laughing throughout the night all the way until dawn.

It was the dream of a home, a family, and a future. I could see it all in her eyes as I weakly surrendered to the lure of her warmth and desire. She gazed into my eyes as if she was lost and knew I had gone astray, too—long before she had ever ventured.

I could hear her soul calling out to mine in a whisper, “We can still find our way if we travel together!”

I was hooked.

She was the fix that I needed, and I was in love with the drug. 

I used to be a lesbian.

This is the point that many of us stop reading. What if we didn’t? What if we inquired and questioned, and then we stuck around and truly listened to the answers? What keeps us from connecting and relating to the one another? Fear — our loyal companion.

We don’t want to ask the hard questions because we are often scared of the potential response. Not to mention, many of us have already rendered our own opinion as fact; silently relishing our right to judge and exercising it to the fullest extent.

Like whores who have grown bored in our beds, we begin peeking in the neighbor’s window to seek satisfaction instead.

We’re content sleeping in the wrong bed, every bed, any bed, except our own.

The Gay Bed

The LGBT community shouts, “Equality!” “Rights!” “Love is love!” “We are all the same!” Then year after year, we gather to parade our diversity in the middle of the street. We throw beads and candy. We crank up the music. We raise our beers, make our toasts, and cheer. We print “pride” on flashy posters, and paint our faces with glittering colors for the world to see.

We raise rainbow flags and wave to the kings and the queens, and we all line the town to declare, “We are who we are!” And what are we?

We’re different. We’re diverse. We’re not equal. “We’re gay and proud of it!”

At least that is the message we send an uninformed world as we disregard our lack of connection, grow comfortable with our fear of intolerance, and make excuses for our absentminded effort to open the door to understanding.

Instead, we flaunt the very labels we despise in the street and flood the social networks with monologues on freedom, equality, and pride. We rally behind our cause and defend our own people, accomplishing nothing more than the validation of branded stereotypes and biased perspectives that we’ve struggled to overcome.

The Straight Bed

The rest of us, who have firm ethical or moral convictions that prevent us from being able to accept the idea of homosexual, intimate, connection — we grab our Bibles, raise our voices, and defend the American tradition, proclaiming,

“Sin!” “Moral corruption!” – “Marriage is between a husband and wife! One man and one woman!”

While we’re busy setting straight the sins of others, with our humble opinions and scriptures, what do we fail to do? Exactly what the gay side doesn’t do either. We neglect to voice the very concerns that could help create understanding and acceptance.

Sex is the hot topic every day of the week. So long as—it’s traditional sex between a man and a woman. Anything other than our personal belief is wrong. Gay people are corrupt, worldly and immoral.

At least that’s what we claim as we quickly deflect the idea that there’s more to the LGBT lifestyle than just carnal desires and lust. We shout our hatred and discernment confidently. We post objecting memes, “pray the gay away,” and shake our heads in disgust.

All the while, quietly indulging our secretly embellished pleasure of entertaining and expressing our thoughts on such a forbidden topic such as homosexual love, and our newfound permission to exploit what was intended to be private.

We remain casually oblivious to our biases and we refuse to be bothered to ask the whys, hows, and what ifs, of the gay crisis that’s corrupting the world. We’re more content with our eyes closed, even if we appear callous and ignorant.

The Same Bed

The thing about sex is that we all have it, and those of us who aren’t having it want it.

Our intimate desires, sacred fantasies, lustrous experimentation, the thoughts that nobody hears — they are all the same “sin” no matter the facade we’ve created. The only difference is that one side’s sin is exposed, while the other side lives its sin in secret, and shouts its prejudice without reserve.

There is no shield, no barrier, no buffer between you and the rest of the world. — Raymmar Tirado

We are all people —strategically placed and intentionally created as unique individuals. We’re human, vulnerable, authentic, raw, breakable, dirty, and weak. Own it. Stop limiting the scope of it and embrace it. Pin it like a Scarlett Letter for all to see.

How do we teach our children to love unconditionally when they are surrounded with a culture of violence, discrimination, and hate?

If we stayed out of our neighbors’ beds and spent just a little more time on the couch seeking to understand them, maybe then we’d stand a chance at restoring value to the meaning of love. One that transcends beyond the sexual escapades to which we have limited it over the years.

Because, believe it or not, sex is still meant to be valued and private, not placed in the spotlight and exploited in public exhibition on our own front porches.

What do you think? Am I wrong? Leave your comments below! Share it with a friend if you liked it!

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