Vagina, it’s what’s for dinner.
If you were expecting the be all end all of pussy eating blogs, you’ve come to the wrong place. I’m sure our resident Lothario Dellamorte’s got one cooking but I’m SO not the authority on such matters and if I was, I’d probably keep it to myself anyhow. I’m bashful about such things. Things that involve pulsating pinkness and viscous sensual fluids and throbbing, aching desires coming to a head and the resulting clean-up therein.
Why the eye-grabbing title, then?
Because I am truly baffled by men and their willingness to change everything about themselves simply to keep fucking someone. Or in order to fuck someone. Or in order to feel wanted. Or in order…
Fucking guys. What a bunch of Marys. Guys, for all their posturing, are the fucking biggest pushovers in the relationship department.
Last night I was driving home from a little shopping and spoke to a friend on the phone about a situation involving a relationship and the overriding sense in my head was one of fury. How do people get to a point where they treat the person they’re with so terribly when the simple solution in life is to just let them go? Leaving with grace rather than scorching the Earth upon departure?
Case in point: The insignificant other of the person I was speaking to was willing to change every single thing about who they were, what their hobbies were, their dreams, their goals, whatever it took simply to keep the person who had already moved on from them to a saner, single life.
Does that strike any of you as not only stupid, unnatural, and disrespectful to a person’s inner makeup but also impossible?
You can’t change who you are, especially in order to please someone else. The person you are got you in the door. It also got you booted out of the door. But the bottom line is that putting a different “person” inside the same chassis doesn’t make things better. I don’t care if you’re Adonis, all you’re doing is showcasing a disingenuous being with all of the old baggage inside the same damn package.
No offense, ladies… but you ain’t worth it. No one is. Change has to come organically and over time, but not as a knee-jerk reaction to a failed relationship or enterprise. It’s fake and it’s impossible.
After thinking about this I went over the relationships of my friends over the years and was astounded by how very few of them seemed to stem from something other than two lonely people needing each other, the forcing of square pegs into round holes [not innuendo], and other compromises which left one party having to shitcan a lot of what made them who the were in order to seal the deal.
That’s not love. It’s weakness.
– Nick Nunziata got more comments about his Easter blog yesterday than all of his band’s songs put together. You’d think he’d take that as a sign to ‘give up the music’ but it only reinforces how wrong 99.8% of the world is. Or something.
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Those wedding bells are breaking up that old gang of mine. It's weird when an old friend morphs into the pussified married guy. No more late nights partying, poker, or catching the latest release on opening day. Now it's stay home with the wife and watch Ray Romano/Jim Belushi sit-coms. Or spend all day shopping for furniture. The horror…the horror. I don't want to become the boring suburban sell-out who's big event is the neighborhood bar-b-q. I wanna rock! As someone famous once said,"… what a drag it is getting old."
Damn Nick I think you just saved me from making a horrible, horrible mistake. Seriously this just hit me like a solid brick shithouse. I was just about to go down this very road with someone. Well no more I say, NO MORE!
I've got one of those friends who changed everything about himself in order to hang onto this miserable excuse for a woman. She treats him like crap (mentally and physically), and he's terribly unhappy. So of course…a baby is on the way! What the hell?!?
Great blog. I'll never understand why it's accepted that you have to go through so much to stay together and that breaking up/divorcing is called a fail. If it's not meant to be, why belabor the point?
Burn out, did it ever occur to you that he may be happy? The truth is, your having a hard time growing up…I didn't get married until I was 36, that was about 2 years ago. Before that, I had a good 18 years of being single, doing all of the 'guy stuff' and living for one person, myself! I look back now, and I can't imagine going back…most of my friends (who, despite pop. opinion, are still very much my friends), are still living their own little groundhog day existence, still kidding themselves about their lives and it's obvious, despite the 'man' posturing, that they are not happy people. They talk of getting married, having kids, but do nothing to move forward. I still have the passions and interests I had single, I still put money into those passions, but now I have responsibility to someone other than myself, and I wouldn't change it!
Dead on. I've not heard it said better.
You could have just said, "bros before hoes" and left it at that.
Fuck Easter.,,, And people. NEVER giver up thge music.
Eat more ham.
That's sausage, asshat.
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