I was just reading this blogpost by my sole loyal reader (assuming he is still reading!) , and also stumbled upon this.
What do I do? Do I maintain my silence in order to retain my "good Indian girl" image (yes, that mistaken impression you might have gotten)? Or, do I reveal some scandalous details about myself and my life? (Maybe doing the latter would increase the readership of my blog :P )
Coherence. Now, that would be nice. My mind has already gone off in a hundred tangents, and I've almost forgotten what it was that I was going to say.
Ah, so back to what might have been what I was going to write about. Kissing. Hugging. Public displays of affection. Moral policing. Sex. (I remember reading on someone's blog that writing the word 'sex' would increase readership - ah, shameless me :P).
Well, I don't see any problem with any of the above mentioned (except the moral policing, of course). I have hugged & been hugged by many people. Including the "half a hug" by Senorita B. That the hugs were mainly a form of greeting shouldn't matter. (Senorita B. did hug me in public, but something that just barely qualified as a hug. This from someone who goes around offering hugS (note the plural) to SM. That she thinks I'm hitting on her is another matter. )
I indulge in very public displays of affection - mostly with books I love, and sometimes with people. I guess it's only the fact that books are inanimate objects that has saved me from being a big-time slut :P (I have been reading urban dictionary a lot these days ;) ). About the people I've done PDA with, I'd prefer not to reveal... Isn't it a lady who kisses and indulges in PDA but doesn't reveal it?
Sex. We have a problem even saying the word. I remember vaguely my biology classes in school, and the embarrassed giggling, the discussions. I recall my friend telling me how "it would just happen", saying "condoms" like a bad word, and another friend giving me a copy of Penthouse letters, "since I read even 'such stuff'". An acquaintance asking if I'd ever seen a "bf movie", and lapsing into silence when I asked what a 'bf movie' was :P (Psst... I'm a naive young girl. Don't believe SM or Senorita B when they tell you I'm not as innocent as I seem, they're probably jealous or something). Friends who were surprised that I could say 'sex' and not be embarrassed. The friend who accused me of declaring him "unfit for sex", when I was merely saying I had my preferences, he could have his and that's all there is to it.
(My phone is a nymphomaniac - it keeps giving me suggestions like 'orgy', or 'pants'... (I type Tamil words in English, and so , 'Enna panra?' (what are you doing?) becomes 'Enna pants?' - now why would I be interested in your pants? What do you even reply to it? Does my phone mean the British pants, as in trousers, or the American ones, the undergarment?) Now, it keeps suggesting 'nudie', when I try to type a friend's name... Mad phone, I tell you! )
Moral policing, I don't really get it. I don't even have enough time to do all the things(and people) I want to do, where's the time to sit and watch what others are doing, and comment on them? And why? Why would you even want to waste your energy on that? And what do you get from it?
I'm not a voyeur(yet) , but sometimes I come across people kissing/hugging, and I stop to look at them for a moment before continuing along my way. It's nice to see the joy, the little expressions of love. It makes me feel happy for the people who are doing it, and I'm glad they have found someone to share the moment with...
I have never come across sex in public. I'm referring to the consensual act here. Not some random jerks leaving their fly open or masturbating on a public bus. Ah, "eve-teasing" - I don't even wish to begin.
Sigh! How I have rambled on... Guess it's enough for now...
And so I sign out, in the hope that Senorita B will decide to give me the remaining half of the hug. And maybe I should(pretend to) sleep to see if some Prince decides to kiss me awake. Spanish footballers** are welcome, too. (And gentlemen, you can say "No", too! *Gasp*... I know... But yeah, I can understand what "no" means :P)
Adios, folks!
(** - not necessarily goalkeepers :P )
* - a terrible pun. Kiss mat, Hindi for , "Don't kiss", and kismat is something like fate.
(And yes, SC, "we Tamilians"... *evil grin* . Go bang your head against some wall :P )
What do I do? Do I maintain my silence in order to retain my "good Indian girl" image (yes, that mistaken impression you might have gotten)? Or, do I reveal some scandalous details about myself and my life? (Maybe doing the latter would increase the readership of my blog :P )
Coherence. Now, that would be nice. My mind has already gone off in a hundred tangents, and I've almost forgotten what it was that I was going to say.
Ah, so back to what might have been what I was going to write about. Kissing. Hugging. Public displays of affection. Moral policing. Sex. (I remember reading on someone's blog that writing the word 'sex' would increase readership - ah, shameless me :P).
Well, I don't see any problem with any of the above mentioned (except the moral policing, of course). I have hugged & been hugged by many people. Including the "half a hug" by Senorita B. That the hugs were mainly a form of greeting shouldn't matter. (Senorita B. did hug me in public, but something that just barely qualified as a hug. This from someone who goes around offering hugS (note the plural) to SM. That she thinks I'm hitting on her is another matter. )
I indulge in very public displays of affection - mostly with books I love, and sometimes with people. I guess it's only the fact that books are inanimate objects that has saved me from being a big-time slut :P (I have been reading urban dictionary a lot these days ;) ). About the people I've done PDA with, I'd prefer not to reveal... Isn't it a lady who kisses and indulges in PDA but doesn't reveal it?
Sex. We have a problem even saying the word. I remember vaguely my biology classes in school, and the embarrassed giggling, the discussions. I recall my friend telling me how "it would just happen", saying "condoms" like a bad word, and another friend giving me a copy of Penthouse letters, "since I read even 'such stuff'". An acquaintance asking if I'd ever seen a "bf movie", and lapsing into silence when I asked what a 'bf movie' was :P (Psst... I'm a naive young girl. Don't believe SM or Senorita B when they tell you I'm not as innocent as I seem, they're probably jealous or something). Friends who were surprised that I could say 'sex' and not be embarrassed. The friend who accused me of declaring him "unfit for sex", when I was merely saying I had my preferences, he could have his and that's all there is to it.
(My phone is a nymphomaniac - it keeps giving me suggestions like 'orgy', or 'pants'... (I type Tamil words in English, and so , 'Enna panra?' (what are you doing?) becomes 'Enna pants?' - now why would I be interested in your pants? What do you even reply to it? Does my phone mean the British pants, as in trousers, or the American ones, the undergarment?) Now, it keeps suggesting 'nudie', when I try to type a friend's name... Mad phone, I tell you! )
Moral policing, I don't really get it. I don't even have enough time to do all the things
I'm not a voyeur
I have never come across sex in public. I'm referring to the consensual act here. Not some random jerks leaving their fly open or masturbating on a public bus. Ah, "eve-teasing" - I don't even wish to begin.
Sigh! How I have rambled on... Guess it's enough for now...
And so I sign out, in the hope that Senorita B will decide to give me the remaining half of the hug. And maybe I should
Adios, folks!
(** - not necessarily goalkeepers :P )
* - a terrible pun. Kiss mat, Hindi for , "Don't kiss", and kismat is something like fate.
(And yes, SC, "we Tamilians"... *evil grin* . Go bang your head against some wall :P )
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