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Really, in theory, if you’re going to copy someone and their dreams and hobbies, at least TRY to hide that you’re copying them.
(…)If one day a partner does get Aids, which is an advanced stage of HIV, how far away are we talking about, months? Years? Now if I’m going in for annual screenings, and still test negative, and she has Aids in the future, did she hop in a Delorean and fuck me when I had my back turned? I guess I have been luck, those time travellers are tricksters I tell you. If someone I knew intimately does end up with Aids in the future, I’d receive a phone call, and go in for tests. It’s also law to inform sexual partners if you are infected with HIV, I think its called criminal transmission if you don’t and it could fall under three categories, intentional, reckless and accidental, but I don’t need to get into this right now. But like any compassionate human being, I would be by said person’s side in support.
I’ve given you enough attention for one day. You are either a comedic genius or an ignorant fool, regardless you are coming off as the latter of the two.
I’m ignorant? Um, dont bother replying, but seriously, do you really think I believe you practice safe sex? If you did, I doubt you’d bother to get tested seeing as its 99.9% safe, secondly, do you really believe everyone else in the world thats edge follows the same procedures as you? I’m not gonna say “get aids and die” I’m saying girls in bars have it and knowingly give it away because theyre gonna die anyway, happens thousands of times a day, and itll happen to someone you know sooner or later, its outta control and theres nothing stopping it
This is seriously one of the most ignorant things I’ve read in a while.
“I’m saying girls in bars have it (AIDS) and knowingly give it away because theyre gonna die anyway, happens thousands of times a day” PLEASE provide me ONE legitimate source that claims that THOUSANDS of new cases of AIDS (and by AIDS, I think you mean HIV) are contracted EVERY DAY through “girls knowingly [giving] it away” by seducing people in bars.
I love xrachelvjordanx’s response. That being said, I wanna weigh in my two cents. And not on anything to do about being straight edge. I cannot comment on that because I’ve never practiced that type of clean lifestyle. But, I’m actually rather offended at some of the generalizations.
Yes, STD’s and STI’s are a risk factor of sex. Especially with promiscuity. A good portion of us hopefully learned that in 8th grade. And I don’t want to play “the numbers game”, but by Golly, I’m gonna do it.
I’m 24-years-old. I’m a girl. I’ve been with more than 10 people, but less than 20. I’ve had long term relationships. I’ve had one night stands. I’ve been cheated on. I’ve never once had a sexually transmitted disease or infection. And that’s due to my conscious effort to be safe and aware. Now, you could argue that my admitting to having one night stands is not “safe”, and I cannot necessarily disagree. However, practicing “safe sex” isn’t just keeping your numbers low, wearing a condom every time or only having sex within a monogamous, committed relationship. It’s a myriad of factors and efforts that have allowed me to be somewhat “promiscuous” and still walk away clean.
I find it rather rude and idiotic that one of the previous posters said: “[G]irls in bars have it [AIDs] and knowingly give it away because they’re gonna die anyway, happens thousands of times a day.” So, basically you’re saying that “girls in bars” are serial murderers? Generalizing that it’s just girls going around, carelessly spreading diseases and infections is ABSOLUTELY revolting to me. Even more revolting is saying that they INTENTIONALLY spread it. Completely and utterly asinine. I’m not saying that it doesn’t happen, nor that girls haven’t done this, but guys are more likely to be a carrier and are ABSOLUTELY just as likely to intentionally spread HIV/AIDs. (Also, let me throw a little more knowledge this way about the HIV infection: it is not a death sentence anymore. There are a metric fuckton of resources out there that can help HIV infected people lead happy, successful and LONG lives.)
“Of overall chlamydia diagnoses reported in 2009, the rate of infection among women was almost three times higher than the rate among men: 592.2 cases per 100,000 population compared to a rate of 219.3 among men. This is thought to be due to the higher number of women screened for chlamydia. For gonorrhea, the rate among women was 105.5 (cases per 100,000 population) compared to a rate of 91.9 among men. The rate of primary and secondary stage syphilis was higher among men - 7.8 cases (per 100,000) were reported for men in 2009, compared to 1.4 for women.“ (source, http://www.avert.org/std-statistics-america.htm)
Uh-huh. I see. So basically, what I’ve read is… the reason why women have high numbers as compared to men is because *we’re* the ones going out and getting screened. Damn, us women are so careless.
I’ve also come to learn, as I expected, that both men and women are the culprit in the spread of STDs and STIs. Imagine that…
As for the spread of HIV and AIDs, a previous poster made a good point: to KNOWINGLY have the HIV infection or AIDs virus and not offer full disclosure of it to your partner and then transmitting it to them is considered Criminal Transmission. Now, there are different types of transmission and I’m not going to get into that, if you want to read more: go here http://www.avert.org/criminal-transmission.htm. I’m focusing on the without a doubt Criminal Transmission. It’s a criminal offense. You can, and probably will, go to jail. That scares people. Not all, but most. As it stand, men are more frequently to be a carrier of HIV/AIDs. Yes, instances of women being a carrier are getting more and more common, but as it stands, today, men are “in the lead”, so to speak. Now, as we learned earlier, women are more likely to be screened for sexually transmitted diseases and infections. Again, we are SO careless.
Want some real-life stories? Okay!
A few years ago, a once close friend of mine (let’s call her, “A”, shall we?) formed a sort of no-strings-attached, sexual “fling” with a guy (we’ll call him, “B”). Now, ‘A’wasn’t a virgin, she’s had sex in the past, but by no means was she a ‘slut’. She worked hard at two jobs, moved out of her parent’s house when she was 17, and only drank on weekends. She met “B” and was somewhat smitten and decided to have some fun without some of the messy attachments of a relationship, which she had no time for. No foul there. “A” hadn’t had sex in at least 6 months and was VERY conscious to get screened after every new partner. She knew, with 100% certainty that she was clean. Insert her fling with “B”. It lasted two or three weeks and she was done. They only had sex a few times, but “B” was her only partner. After about a week after the fling ended, she did her usual thing - go to the clinic and get tested. To her surprise, she had Chlamydia! Luckily, it was solved with a few rounds of antibiotics and a little discomfort. But, her being the responsible person she was, decided to inform “B” of this problem. He denied up and down that he had Chlamydia and called her every name in the book. Spread around town that she had an STI and all Hell broke loose. For a while, she had somewhat of a Scarlet A marked on her forehead. And needless to say, it devastated her. In my mind, this wasn’t fair. And more than likely, “B” probably still has Chlamydia to this day. Because he wasn’t careful and educated.
Another story? Here’s a short one. I have a friend who has had upwards of 50 partners. Yeah, yeah, we know. Save it. But, y’know what? She’s never once contracted an STD or STI. Why you ask? Regular testing, regular practice of birth control and protection, awareness and education. Smart girl, don’t you think? So right there debunks any accusations that promiscuity directly goes hand-in-hand with “unsafe sex”.
Safe sex is common sense. Girls, don’t have sex if you have a yeast infection. That can lead to giving your man “jock itch” (the male form of a yeast infection). Guys, don’t have sex with your lady if you have “jock itch”. It’s a yeast infection and you can pass to your partner and even give them a pretty nasty urinary tract infection along with a yeast infection. Ouch! Got a cold sore? Don’t go downstairs for oral until the infection has been treated. Cold sores are a form of herpes. And you CAN transmit that to the genital area causing, you guessed it(!), herpes. And we all know that’s impossible to get rid of. Just be smart.
Oh, and an interesting tidbit here. The man I’m married to? The man that I dated for 2.5 years and have been married to for almost a year? I met him during a one night stand. Yep, you heard right folks, we were a one night stand. -gasps all around!- We had a blundering one night stand, stayed up all night talking, and didn’t have sex again for two months. We became best friends. Spent every waking moment together - as friends. Not fuck buddies, not boyfriend/girlfriend. Friends. And it developed into something completely different. We developed an emotional bond and then, after a few months, decided to give a go. And look where we’re at now. Happily married, strong, in love, coming up on our one-year anniversary, and still the best of friends.
I don’t know. This post has become long and winded. Fact is, know your shit before you pass judgement and make stupid statements on the internet.
Sex is pretty great. When approached with concern and care, it can be a healthy part of the human life.
I think I’ve figured it out, my problem. I’m one of those people who constantly need to spread their wings. A “free spirit” of sorts. In short, I can’t be in one place for any sort of extended period because I’ll wilt.
I moved all around West Virginia these past few years. I always ended back at my mother’s nest because I always crave my mother. She’s the person I call when I cry. She’s my Mother Hen.
I’ve always compared myself to a bird. Especially when times were hard, I related so well. But, I got settled down for a while. My feathers weren’t rustled. I was… for lack of a better term, tired. Tired of always running. Tired my desires and my dreams constantly changing. I didn’t settle at all, not in that sense, but I did calm down.
But, these past few weeks. That itch is back. To move. To go. To change. I’m stuck. I’m not happy. I’m just not happy.
Augustana’s “Boston” is on repeat. Although I don’t necessarily relate to the song as a whole, I relate to the majority of it. But, I’m crying. Is that okay? I don’t know.
I saw all that West Virginia had to offer. It got stale. I’ve seen what Virginia has to offer. It’s stale.
I want out of this place.
I want Pittsburgh again. I want Boston again. I want New York again. I had it all lined out. Why did I give that up? I have such a wanderlust. I’ll never get rid of it, I know this.
I can see myself maybe settling completely down in Virginia… later. It’s all right here. But, for now, I’m already over it… to the point that I hate it here. There’s no livelihood. There’s no benefits to the daily grind. Hell, at least in a place like New York or even Pittsburgh you have the array of characters. You go to the pub and you meet a new person every night. With a completely different story. With ideals and wonder and adventure and … something different. Here… it’s the same story. It’s either, “I’m from here, but got married and had a kid,” “I’m from derpaderp, but I got married, had a kid and moved here,” or “Oh, I go to school at ODU, but I’m from here, I’m married and I have a kid.” …really?
No one here has dreams that don’t revolve around being married and raising a family. And sure, that appeals to the side of me that loves my husband and wants a future with him. (And before anyone says anything, I can’t live without him. Okay, I can. But, I sure as fuck don’t want to.)
I’m twenty-fucking-four here, people. There’s a side to me that’s also in love with the open road and the unknown. In love with change and lights and cityfolk and adventure and everything that isn’t…this stupid, metropolitan mindsuck.
“I am a bird that’s in need of grounding, I’m built to fly away, I never learned how to stay.”

Did she just… I … the…. Santana… whaaaa?

That SONG… I must have it. The Glee version, that is. I’m not a big Adele fan, at all. I’ll sing along in the car or whatever, but I’ve never gone out of my way to listen to Adele. Maybe because all of her songs are essentially about being broken-hearted or second choice or alone and well, obviously I don’t relate to ANY of that. But, eh. Not an Adele post. Moving along.
Naya KILLED it. The end. Fin. End of story.
This whole Adele scene was spot on. It is so full of emotion that looks so real. Have to keep reminding myself they’re just damn good actors. I remember how devastating it was in high school when word would get out about someone having a crush on someone. Or… when it got out when I was sleeping with someone in my class and neither of us wanted it out (I had a college boyfriend and they were kinda of of friends; I had my reasons for doing what I did). How we still had to perform together, but it was SO hard not to sneak peaks at his face and wonder. And how deer-in-headlights he’d look because he just didn’t know what to do. Or if someone was whispering something to someone else, it was hard not to snap at them. …and just how big of a mess the whole thing was. Spot on in SO many different levels. It all blew over in a week or so. It was hot talk between a few people, and my boyfriend did find out (that didn’t really matter, though). What was really funny about the whole situation was that my mom grounded me. Not for having sex, she knew I was sexually active and that this guy was only the second or third guy so she was okay with that, she grounded me because I was cheating on a boyfriend. Ah, morals. Looking back, it was all so silly. But, at that time, God it hurt like Hell.
…Now to replay that part over and over and over again until the next episode.
Le sigh.
She’s so freaking terrible! Seriously, movie people, what is wrong with you?
Because, even though Kristen Stewart is a terrible actress, she has the cult of Twilight Lovers. And in the “industry”, more often than not, it’s not if people actually like what you make, it’s if they’re willing to spend money on it. Snow White and the Huntsman is going to be one of those movies people are willing to pay to see. Notice in the trailer that good ole K-Stew isn’t really featured in it and it’s all about the Evil Queen? My opinion is that they did that intentionally. They know that they’re going to get a lot of flack for having Kristen Stewart as Snow White. But, they’re trying to show you highlights of redeeming qualities so you’re willing to spend your $10-20 (popcorn not included) to see it anyway. And of course the Kristen Stewart fans will see it, because OMG SHE WAS IN TWILIGHT. SHE’S AMAZING. It’s a strategy about numbers and making bank, son.
Ignore the fact that I totally think someone like Emily Browning wouldn’ve been perfect for the role.
You could always be like me and refuse to go to the movies more than three times a year. Since 2009, these are the only movies I saw in theater:
The only reason why I saw the movies is because I knew they’d be worth my money. Okay, The Uninvited I only saw cause two of my girlfriends dragged me to it and one of them paid for me, but it turned out to be all right.
This is why you should ignore the tragedy that is KS and see Snow White and the Huntsmen:
So, dear Tumblr users, hate on the mono-toned, dry, stale, cocky and emotionless Twilight star, Kristen Stewart, all you want. Odds are most of us will probably go see it. I know I more than likely will. Heh.
Snow White and the Huntsman - Trailer
Looks pretty good. I hate Kristen Stewart, so odds are she’ll suck the life out of this movie, just like every movie she’s previously done in her entire career. Then again, isn’t Snow White poisoned/asleep for a good part of it? :)
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Even though the hubs is all Chipmunk-faced and loopy and has four fresh holes in his face, these past few days have been wonderful.
I feel so bad that he’s hurting and I know he’s not really showing just how much he hurts, but I am glad that I’ve gotten him for five, uninterrupted days. We’ve been messing with each other and staying up incredibly late talking and snuggling while watching TV shows. And I’m just so happy he did it now instead of while on deployment so I can take care of him. I love taking care of him.
He really does make me feel so completely alive and in love. More and more each day. Even when we’re snipping at each other. He’s one of the most incredible people I know.
Ahh… <3
I’ve been watching that new show on the CW starring Sarah Michelle Gellar called “Ringer”. I’m only on the fourth episode, but I kind of really like it. Then again, I’ve always loved SMG. <3
An Indiana mother recently accompanied her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend to one of Indiana’s Planned Parenthood clinics, but they unwittingly walked into a so-called “crisis pregnancy center” run by an anti-abortion group, one that shared a…
It seems to me that the best way to rectify the fact that we Americans, of all belief, religion, race and sexuality, are unknowingly forking over our hard-earned cash for wackjobs and funding their fake “clinics” is to stop paying taxes all together and demand we know where each and every cent is going.
Also, it’d be nice to choose what organization our tax dollars are going to. Don’t like funding Planned Parenthood or Social Security? Don’t give your tax dollars to them. Give them to the people fighting for guns to be standard issue at birth. Or to the education plan. You still have to pay the required percentage of taxes, but YOU have control over where YOUR money is going.
Seems to me talking isn’t helping - it’s only exacerbating the epidemic.
That being said, if only a couple of people stop paying taxes they’ll gladly just throw us in jail and leave us there. Power in numbers, people.
Someone reblogged and critiqued my MTV Twilight Awards rant. I’m touched. Even though said poster has no clue what they’re talking about when it comes to me, personally.
Needless to say, opinions rule! And I appreciate someone taking time out of their day to negate my personal opinion and turning it into a personal attack against me. As touched as I am, no need to be vicious on a personal level and make assumptions about me. That’s just silly.
Lighten up, people. :)
Aw, Hell. I’ll go ahead and tell you:
I just wanted to let everyone know, that although I haven’t posted much (read: anything, really) that Japan is in my thoughts.
And not only Japan, but Libya, Bahrain, Egypt… just everywhere that there is chaos for whatever reason.
But, since Japan is the big news the past few days and all that’s gone on is of no fault of humans or politics - just Mother Nature - my thoughts are there for you, without prejudice. All of you. No matter what happened a million years ago, in a generation that no longer exists. I admire how graceful your culture has been handling things.
I have always absolutely adored the Japanese culture and style. It’s simple eloquence is calming. And I hate to see that ruined. But, I recognize that with time, you will rebuild. Rebuild and repair and heal with all the grace that you are.
I hope all that are lost are found. I hope all that are found are safe. And I hope all that are no longer in our physical presence are at peace and with warmth.
And for further proof I care, I have donated $10 via text. Which sadly, is all I can afford at this time until next pay day. So, for now, my thoughts are all I have to give. And I encourage all my friends and family to donate.
Peace be with you all, even in such a terrible time. <3
I love you. To the end of this universe and back. You are the Cheech to my Chong. The Turk to my JD. The Pinky to my Brain. The everything to my anything.
As much as we’ve dealt with, as much as we’ve been through, I’m always lucky to have you. But, I hate having you at a distance. I know I’ll move down to you in a few months, but that doesn’t dissolve the fact that you’ll be going to sea a lot. You’ll be away from me. I just wait for the days when you’re out of the Navy and we can have everyday together. You’re my best friend, the person I tell everything to, the person I run to first.
I have so many ideas for our home. To make it ours. To unify and put on display everything that we are and everything we’ll become.
I cannot say how excited I am for our future.
And all though I know that time is short, I never want to waste a minute we have together.
In fifty years, when we’re sitting on our front porch, drinking ice tea and lemonade watching our great-grandkids running around in our yard, I know I’ll look at you and not regret a thing.
Even though we’ve been married just shy of three months, I know that we have one of the strongest marriages around. Sure, we’ll butt heads in future, just as we have in the past. But, that’s half the fun! Because with each disagreement, we learn something new about each other. We are on a never-ending journey that has proven to be fruitful and beautiful.
You are it.