Grow up first

At the moment: extremely tired

NOTE: Before you continue, make sure you have grown up already. If you squeal and/or cover your eyes at the sight of sex scenes, then please DO NOT CONTINUE READING THIS POST.


I have been reading this really cool webcomic: Questionable Content. Class A stuff... really, really cool. You should try visiting it! The comic is already on its 600+ page but starting at 100+ wouldn't bore you so go for it! (I finished the whole damn thing in one night!) Oh one other good thing about it is that it's updated EVERY WEEKDAY! Yay! (oh and it doesn't really have "questionable" content.. for all you conservative virgins out there, this webcomic is SAFE. No graphic offending stuff for you ^__^)

One of the characters there Dora, got my admiration and support (go get Marty!) I'm no goth (far from it actually) but I'm as comfortable talking about sex as she is. I don't see what the big deal is all about. Sex is sex. Almost everyone does it but very few talk about it. Not that everyone HAS to talk about it of course... I wouldn't want to hear the latest in everyone's sex life myself but why do people have to be so goddamn defensive about it?

I remember a classmate in high school... she was so blunt, her words sliced me in half (but left me laughing my friggin ass off). She approached me nonchalantly, as if aiming to borrow my notes or something. Her voice was clear, audible to me (and to three seatmates)

Classmate: Hey Nicole..
Me: What?
Classmate: I was told to come to you for advice
Me: About what?
Classmate: How to please a man in bed. You know... how can I make him feel good and stuff. I'm planning to do it with him this weekend.

I almost burst my insides laughing like a crazy idiot. The laughing probably went on for about a few more minutes until I realized she was serious. I wondered who told her to come to me for sexual advice. I was in no way an expert. And also, if this person who gave this "advice" to her assumed that just because I own hentai cds and let everybody else "secretly" borrow it.. (the fucking hypocrites) I am somewhat equivalent to a sex guru then I will strangle that person until he/she couldn't exchange spit with his/her partner for as long as they live.

It's really funny how some batchmates; those I barely even know visit my class and then look for me just so they can borrow animated porn. They borrow because they don't have the guts to buy it themselves. Ok wait... before you get the wrong idea, I'm not some porn-maniac who buys cds in Quiapo because I'm some sick desperate hag in need of a good lay. The cds I own are hand-me-downs from my uncle (who is teh REAL porn maniac) he throws them out and I take them in because it's just an awful waste isn't it? Other people (like my shy but obviously sexually frustrated classmates) can benefit from it.

Anyway, back to my straightforward classmate who needed tips on mating. I just told her some basic common sensical tips that would surely make ANYONE feel good. It's common sense people.. you don't need a sex educator to tell you what feels good and what doesn't.

But of course, being open to sex when you're still in high school stirs up some level of jealousy and hypocricy. I soon saw my name in the infamous cubicle of the girls CR..

*MY NAME* ng ST. DAMIAN, POKPOK, LASPAG, BASTOS, NAKAKADIRI
*MY NAME* of St. Damian is a whore. She's filthy, crass, disgusting

And probably a few hundred more adjectives synonymous to the ones above. Until now I have no idea who wrote those things about me in the girls comfort room. One thing is for sure, she's a friggin SHE (haha). And she's probably just jealous because

a.) her boyfriend probably borrowed a cd from me and now he won't even touch her anymore
b.) she's a friggin dyke.

Another thing is for sure, she's a friggin coward because she never confronted me and to think that she wrote that like, 3 days before our graduation. HAH!

Anyway, highly conservative readers of this blog would probably do the same. But hey, you don't have to read it all the way if you're offended by this kind of stuff. You always have a choice, the final say in what you reel in and what you throw out.