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I have read this on Stoicescu’s blog and I said to myself ‘Finally, a campaign I am proud of against discrimination and for letting people know sexuality is a part of us.
But wait, do you think the joy has lasted? Obviously the Orthodox Church doesn’t have better things to do but comment, and here it is the reaction to the campaign that has been barely initialized.

Let’s start with the first paragraph:

„This campaign aims the Romanian gay community and has been started by...”.

I have no idea where you guys popped this idea from, but damn, you’re stupid. The campaign doesn’t aim the gay community, but the whole society, especially the part that still didn’t get the fact that sexuality is something we all get when we are born. Cause this part of the society likes to continue living blind in this world.

Church’s representatives consider regrettable the fact that in a public place such panel has been exposed, perchance or not, exactly in the period in which the Orthodox Christians are ready to celebrate Easter.

So what? Dude I can’t stop laughing my ass out. First off, public space doesn’t belong to the Church, so it should shut the fuck up. When those panels will be exposed in their churches then they will have the right to speak. Second where are we supposed to expose those? Obviously, the campaign wishes to inform people about certain thing so the place the panels are exposed is right. Thirdly, perchance or not, Orthodox shall stop being so egocentrics, because they are not the most important cult in this world, and stop having this illusion that everything is against them. It is already a cliché. So give us a break.

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While this post doesn't belong to me, I find it interesting and that's why I'd like to share it with you. Credits goes to Shannon on his blog, here.

A while ago on Formspring I was asked if I thought teenagers should watch porn?

It's an interesting question and in the light of the recent posts on the rise of barebacking porn I thought it was an interesting question to look at in some depth. Based on your responses it seems that the topic of porn is something that a lot of people have been thinking about.

One of the points I raised in the earlier posts is that for young people porn is often misleading. Porn regardless of it's orientation presents a fantasized, glamorized representation of sex.

Porn never shows the slip ups, the slip ins, the bumping heads and sports injuries.

When I was first exploring my attraction to guys, porn was one of the first things I encountered. Interestingly enough it was not a DVD but a documentary on mainstream television on Gay Porn that I saw. I remember a cut down scene of two buff looking guys making out in a jeep. My curiosity was sparked. The first DVD was a Lucas Ridgestone classic from Bel Ami.

The problem with porn is that it's not real and when you are just beginning to explore your sexuality porn offers you a distorted view of what sex really is. Most porn scenes are formulaic, with close ups, soft focus, and positions that would make even an Olympic gymnast blush. They don't deal with the morning after or the emotional consequences of sex.

The simple fact is that porn no matter how hot, polished or buff can ever convey the true joy of sex with somebody you are in love with. It can never convey the pounding of your heart as you touch for the first time on the dancefloor or the raw lust of an encounter in the alley behind the club. Porn can show sex but not intimacy.

Sex can be about much more than oral, anal, cum.

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I’m a lesbian, so I must have a crush on every girl I see.

I have alot of guy friends, so I must be fucking every single one of them.

I smile alot, so I must have the perfect life.

I listen to reggae, so I must be a stoner.

My opinion matters, so I must be a snob.

I’m black, so I must be ghetto.

I’m black, so I must be stupid.

I’m Mexican, so I must be low class.

I’m bisexual, so I must get around.

I’m straight up blunt, so I must be a bitch.

I like to drink, so I must be an alcoholic.

I don’t hang out with guys, so I must be a lesbian.

I cut myself, so I must be emo.

I’m bisexual, so I must be fucking my straight best friend.

I laugh and smile, so I cannot be depressed.

I like spending my day at home, so I don’t have any friends.

Sexy underwear is sexy!

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Two months in which I barely wrote a post. Is this the right moment for me to leave? Should I give up on blogging? XD Neh, I won't. There are still people who read me and they ask me what's going on and why I haven't written anything for such a long time. I'll self set my target to 5 posts a month at least! Bring me cookies already!

Let's talk about me, bitches!
1.How does my life as a teenager go.

I've already told you I met the creature (Asia), but I had to remember that by reading my last posts, because I was not sure if you already knew that. She made up on me, now it's my turn to make up on her, cause I missed the fun. I'm not that specific, but it doesn't matter.

Date. Actually dates. Two of them. With the same guy. It was awesome, obviously, I know how to choose 'em. I didn't eat so much in such a long time. Cheese cake, pumpkin pie, pretzels, croissants and some other sweets, plus the park, swings, Springtime, and "Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" are only a few words that could describe the dates. Plus a lot of fun and English. Soooo cool and I can say that they were the best dates i had so far! (I know you read my blog XD, so beware!!!)

Couldn't resist not posting such a cute guy!

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I don't know how comes that every time I write a post on the blog I have spaghetti. -.-
I am busy, that's why I write rarely. Busy with shits, obviously. Since the last post I've met Asia. Yey... Asia. Someone has to make up on me, though. And Budi who raped me, in the streets. I wasn't hugged that way ever since... I've last seen her, duuh!

Now let's write about something more precise, dating websites.
And what am I saying is that I believe they are pretty fake. Because practically we filter people just the way we like, we choose and obtain just what we want. Wasn't love supposed to be that thing when you get to fall in love with a person for how it is, who it is, how it behaves, for how you get to like that person, seeing how it is in real life and in different situations? But with the dating websites we know what we are looking for and we overlook a lot of people, we filter them, we throw away what we don't like. When we finally find someone we like, we don't actually realize how that person is for real because it's hard to see how a person is for real just by having a few conversations with him/her, it's hard to see how it behaves with its acquaintances/friends/family.

I consider that the interaction between them two is different because the surrounding where they have met. Because they both do know what they are there for - a normal date/sex date. And usually they date to see if they like each other, if what they believed until that moment about the other is true, to get to know the other person better. But if the attraction would evolve from a friendship, for example, it would be different. There would be an emotion, that little thing which would pop up in mind saying "I hope I don't screw everything up/say something wrong" or "I want to impress" but given the situation in which they meet to get to know each other at that point, I believe this emotion, this thing is highly diminished, given the fact that not knowing the person very well can hardly lead to expectations like "I want to impress/ I want to make myself liked" and the chance that the person you're dating might not be what you have been expecting is high.

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Here we are, on Feb 21^st 2011, and here am I showing you my laziness. I can't recognize myself anymore. I was so close to not writing a single post this month. And what I like the most is that usually on the streets there are topics popping up into my mind and I'm like 'I should write about it on the blog' but when I get home I get really lazy and don't write anything.


Pretzels... with raisins. I adore them. Honey. With anything! With salami, biscuits, margarine, and tea. And I still can't believe that I ate gingerbread with spaghetti. It was good... My mom started to cook really delicious sponge cakes... Until a few months ago she didn't try cooking these, but she and I were cooking different things pretty often. Especially with cakes, birthday cakes and other celebration cakes, I help her. But my mom is good at everything. It's my mom, right?

Sooo, let's see what excuses I come up with so that you won't kill me. Well, I'm a busy man.. school projects, contests, work, yes, work, like I was having enough free time for myself without it anyway.

You know, the truth is I also had a pretty difficult part. Thoughts, over thinking, missing people, hope, cry... Here am I, admitting that I didn't want to come here and complain. It's interesting that I have the guts to admit the fact that I didn't want to change an image I have created here. The image of being a happy, optimistic person. But you know what? It's bullshit. I'm still the same happy, optimistic, dreamer, 16 years old kiddo and it's normal to have my bad mood periods from time to time, so that I get to experience different feelings, experiences that make me stronger, helps me acquire knowledge and remind me at times that sometimes we simply can't control our emotions. No matter how flower power I'd be, this is it... I have my moments too.