Lately i've been really passionate about choices, my choices to be precise or lack there of. There are certain things that, as women, we feel a sort of obligation to do. Shaving for example is something that we have to do. Many women will say "no, i do it because i want to" or "because i prefer it that way". Well then, if that is entirely YOUR choice and you don't feel a certain obligation due to standards set by our (pitiful) society, then don't shave for a week and wear a short skirt. If you truely believe that shaving your legs is entirely your choice, than this should be no problem for you to do. I can already hear some of you saying "but i don't want to". I'm rolling my eyes at you.

I hate that we don't really have that choce. I am forced to wear a shirt when i leave my house because otherwise, i will be arrested for indicent exposure. Dirty looks and snobbery will greet me if i ever dare to walk down the street in a skirt and (OH MY GOD!) unshaved legs. Why is that weird? Why is keeping what is ours, what we are born with, weird? Shaving it off, bleaching it, hiding it, is weird to me. You're losing a piece of yourself. I'm sure if you yourself hasn't done it, you've heard of somebody who has.... crying while getting a haircut. Well why doesn't anybody cry at the loss of the hair in her underarms, or on her legs? Ever wonder where you got the idea that unshaved legs are gross? The idea of sexy is smooth skin, perfectly shaped body, etc. Before we even learn to talk, sitting in our stroller while our mothers walk us down the street we see posters of these perfect women, we see the magazines at home, we see them while our mother pushes through the check out counter in the grocery store. The tabloids show celebs in there "don'ts" and we see that it's wrong to gain weight. We don't know what it means, we just see images and we see our mothers and other women in our lives paint their faces, tuck their stomaches in, shave their legs, etc. How many of us would pretend to shave even before we had hair on our legs? We were conditionned to think this way before we even could think for ourselves.
Am i the only one that's bothered by this?

Brace yourselves people, i'm going to be talking about sex. Oh but not just any kind of sex... that's right, anal sex.
First, why is it when you're fooling around with a guy he tries to go through the back door with no warning? A little lesson from all women: WE NEED A WARNING!
Now that's out of the way on to more bum talk. I've only had anal sex 3 times. it was with 2 different guys. The first time, the guy didn't believe me it was my first. We didn't need to take out the KY, and i enjoyed the experience. I had an insanely cool roomie at the time. When i told him about my de-virginized bum, he jumped up and down and congradulated me, exclaiming "i'm so happy for you!" I loved that roomie... good ol' Ryan. "you're going to be tootin tomorrow!" he continued. Uhhh, what? "Well you know, the whole thrusting and having a penis up the bum creates a certain kind of air pressure. You're going to be letting it out tomorrow!"
So wait, is he telling me i'm going to be farting all day? That's just great, i managed a retail store at the time. Can you imagine: "Stacey, *fart* can you go see the woman that just walked in?" Well thank God it didn't happen to me that first or second time. Though it did explain A LOT about my roomie!
Oh but the 3rd time... i almost had to lock myself in the office so members wouldn't hear anything. I'm so glad my boss had the day off, i can just imagine the smart ass comments he would come up with!
Another thing about this 3rd time, i felt fine, i had that stupid good-sex-grin on my face... until i went to sit down. ooo a little soreness in the rear end. that was unexpected. why didn't it hurt during?
I won't go into further detail about my experience, does anybody else want to share theirs? I have a feeling i may stand alone here. lol

Last year during Pride, a friend of mine invited me to attend a sort of informative, debate talk on Intersexuality. I had no idea what it was, but i was intrigued. The talk ended up being about men and women, the differences and what exactly defines a man and what defines a woman. To this day this question plagues my mind.
What makes me a woman? Is it purely physical? My breasts and uterus make me a woman. What if i were to lose them? What if i was born without a uterus, or what if i got cancer and had to have either part removed? Would that make me less of a woman? I am capable of bearing children. But if i wasn't able to, would i still be a woman?
This might sound slightly obsessive but that simple question pops in my head every single day. What is it about me that makes me a woman? Is it how i think or how i feel? I've been told that i think like a man, so am i less of a woman, or am i a man?
These questions also lead to another thought... in a gay relationship, when it's 2 men involved, most hetero's always associate one as being "the woman". what does that mean exactly? Are we saying the weaker one is a woman because women are weak? We always associate the more emotional one, the one who cooks and cleans, who's softer as the woman. Why? Why can't the one who works on the cars, who does the repairs in the house, why can't he be considered the woman? Wait, scratch that. It's 2 men, why are we trying to make one of them the woman? Neither of them are, it's 2 men!! Leave it at that.
I'm leaving it out there to you all now. To the ladies, what makes you a woman? To the men, what is it that makes you a man?
Hopefully it'll bring some clarity or some peace of mind for me. Cuz i can't figure out what the difference is.