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Poetry - Old Crone

January 2nd, 2008

I have always been terrified of turning into this kind of woman. I seem to always resort to escapism through fantasy. I wonder if I will ever become a strong enough woman to give up that unhealthy haven. Somehow, I don’t think it’s going to happen, at least not without a grueling amount of work and dedication. I don’t think I have it in me.

Old crone,
dust and bone,
sitting on the shelf;
never wed,
or went to bed,
with anyone but yourself.

Old crone,
dust and bone,
nursing bitter lies;
you’ve denied,
with stubborn pride,
your fairytale’s demise.

Old crone,
dust and bone,
rotting in the past;
pines away,
and trusts one day,
Prince Charming will come at last.

Poetry - The Conversation

December 17th, 2007

I wrote this when, by chance, I ran into a man who just blew me away. Unfortunately, I am somewhat shy and have never been good at chatting up attractive men. I just blanked out, unable to force out anything other than senseless jargon. I still blush over how foolish I must have looked. All hail the bumbling queen of smooth!

What an exquisite creature!Conversation
My brain; once quite useful,
now just quivering jelly.
How is it even possible
to forget how to converse?
Numerous witty remarks
remain dormant on my tongue.

Your sensual siren song
interwoven seamlessly
into every utterance.
So transfixed on your lips
words fade into nothingness.
Lustful daydreams consume me;
notions that would make you blush.

Your words pierce the foggy veil.
At last; reality descends,
I abruptly fall to Earth.
Crimson spreads across my face
as I meet your puzzled gaze.
How long have you been waiting?
I have no answer to give,
I don’t know the question!

Unfiltered thoughts fly freely,
flowing from my awkward lips.
Spluttering apologies
like a hopeless simpleton.
How I wish I could implode
or uncover an escape hatch.

Such ludicrous irony:
It was a total nightmare
to meet the man of my dreams.

Is it really cheating?

December 5th, 2007

I have never done this before but I am going to suggest that all the under aged kiddos skip this article. That’s right, you heard me, Vamoose! I want to talk about a rather adult subject that tends to offend quite a few people but I am only writing about it because of the conversation I had last night.

My friend called me up hysterical that her husband was cheating on her. At first I was outraged for her plight and wanted to go hunt him down and take a spork to his potatoes but when I asked what happened I was quite surprised by her response.

She told me she found pictures on his computer. “Of him with some girl?”, I asked. No. They weren’t of him. “Of some woman who took sexy pictures for him?” No was the response. The pictures were all from some lesbian sex site.

I really didn’t know how to reply. I found myself wanting to say “and?” and pausing to see if there was some damning information I had yet to hear. I’ve always known she had some serious insecurities to the point of acting somewhat childish so I wasn’t surprised that she was offended by the pictures.

Girlie GirlShe used to tell her husband “Why don’t you just go get her number?” if she thought he glanced at another living soul while we were out in public but I hadn’t thought she would start spouting off about leaving him. She was completely enraged.

I am probably going to get a lot of heat from saying this but I honestly don’t think that a person looking at dirty pictures is cheating or that looking at another attractive woman is a capital offense. It’s a perfectly normal part of human nature to fantasize or feel a tinge of lust over an exquisite beauty.

After all, being married doesn’t make one dead to the world around them. People are going to have the same carnal thoughts that they did beforehand. To me those kinds of pictures are just that, a fantasy created for men.

I don’t know about anyone else but I enjoy some rather provocative daydreams that have nothing to do with the man I am with and I drool over some of the hunks Hollywood has produced. I’ve even watched some rather saucy videos from time to time.

It doesn’t mean I don’t love the person I am with or that I’m not 100% committed to him. I just have a very healthy appetite and an overactive imagination. Not that he seems to mind. Thank goodness because jealousy is so overrated.

So, there’s my take on it. What are your thoughts?

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