I’m a fan of Kid Cudi because of Songs like this. Forget rapping about half naked hoes, and who’s got the deadliest 9. Cudi raps about shit that most rappers wouldn’t dare, and he does it with an Intergalactic Swagger that’ll have you lining up to Embrace the Martian. Man on the Moon: Legend of Mr. Rager, I will buy you.
No! But I dream of what it feels like. In todays society Love has conditions, and or, terms. “I love you. So long as you take me out every Friday.” or “I love you, once we have sex.” However, even at 20 years old I know that Love, TRUE Love, is unconditional. We only ever experience this kind of love from our parent(s), thusly, we never come to expect it from our partners, nor do we intend to show them this love. A parent loves a child tall or short. Happy or sad. Pretty or ugly, and no matter their political views or sexual orientation. Why, then, can’t we as the fruits of Unconditional Love’s loins love one another this way. I do know what love is. Problem is I can only see it when I go home. I can only hear it when my mom calls me. I can only feel it, when my mom hugs me with all her might and tells me how much she loves me and how she’ll do anything for me. I can’t see Love, however, in this world. What I do see is people so deeply confused between Deep Like and Strong Lust, that they assume its Love. But when Like adds a Dis- in front of it, and the Lust grows weak, so too does the misled love. Inside of me is a Love so strong and awesome waiting to be shared with another, but I refuse to waste my greatest gift, on someone who doesn’t know the difference between a Diamond(Unconditional Love) and a Cubic Zirconia( Fake Love).
Call me a bitch, but I hate being single now. I’ve been working on myself for a long time now preparing for the day I get presented with the opportunity to show someone what I got. I know I’m a good lover. I know I can treat a person and their heart with affection, and I know I have no problem taking the passenger seat in a relationship as long as the destination is happyness. I just need Somebody to Love, because I’m over loving myself…..
People may try and hide the fact that they think about sex 24/7 but I know better. Everyone has an inner freak in them thats just dying to come out. People pretend to be so disgusted when you say a sexual joke or make a dirty reference, but I know thats because they don’t want us to see their minds wonder off to some lustful thought. If people learn that its OK to be open about sex, and stop putting it on a pedestal then maybe we wont hear about gay teens committing suicide because they couldn’t talk about there desires, or when they do they get ridiculed. Lust is as present in this world as Love is, thus it must be embraced. If you deprive a person of lust they will lash out and do some rash things to appease their desires. Live out Loud people, embrace your emotions, profess your desires, and enjoy this life for what it is and can be. Let your Inner Freak out!
I can honestly say that I love without any reserves or judgments my friends. Tonight I told my friends Charlie and DMama something I swore I never would. For Dmama,he’s such a kind hearted person that I don’t even think that judge, or prejudice is in his vocabulary. However, for Charlie I’ve always looked at him as my older brother. My voice of reason, and clarity. I can honestly say that I was never so nervous as I was when I told Charlie. I never want to let him down. He’s my most legit friend and wingman. I’m happy that God led me to the friends I have, including Little Johnny Boy. I love life for what it has given me, and furthermore for what it will give me.
So I’m confident I have the worlds most eclectic and diverse group of friends. From Gene,Dmama and John, the Filipinos, Peter the Korean, to Charlie and Kimmy the Whites. Most people look at my group and think I’m the token black friend. But after the shit I’ve been through with each of my friends individual, I can honestly say thats not true! Though I have a different bond with each of them individually, when we all come together its a big cluster-fuck of love and laughter. I’ve missed my friends soo much this semester. And though a lot can be attributed to the fact that Charlie and Peter don’t go to CSUN anymore, Dmama has a job now, and Gene has his 1st Beau, I still can’t understand how such a close knit group can’t manage time to hangout anymore. I can’t be mad at any of them though for going to live there lives, but I am slightly mad at myself for not being ready to go live mine. But no matter what Gene, Charlie,DMama,Kimmy, and Peter know that whether we hangout once a week or everyday, I love them and they can always count on me. ;)
So I just watched the 3rd episode, Season 2 of Glee, and I am so left with mixed emotions. Though majority of the episode was centered on the hospitalization and health of Kurt’s ailing father, who had a heart attack, I found the snippets of Sue Silvester’s childhood far more interesting. My emotions are mixed because, I know that its morally correct to feel sympathetic to Kurt. However, the way in which he shunned his friends and fellow Glee clubbers was not cool. So if he felt alone at the end it was his fault. Sue is my favorite character on Glee and I’m also a huge fan of anything Jane Lynch is in because she’s awesomely hilarious. To see her finally put her machonine(macho-feminine) attitude aside and confide in Ms. Pillsbury why she doesn’t believe in God touched me. I know what its like to be young and pray for change and it never come. Though I don’t feel the way she does now, watching Sue tear up when she told her sister about her adolescent prayers, made me think of when I told my mom mine seven years ago. Glee is really hitting off with strong meanings in there episodes and I cant wait to see more. Also pretty sure that that new blonde kid who took Finns QB job is gay and is going to date Kurt.