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January 22-23, 2012.
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The Best Thing That God Ever Created is A New Day
Continuing with the popular theme of post-DADT love, we bring to you this heart-warming video of a Tucson resident, April, reuniting with her girlfriend after a tour of duty, and surprising her with a very special Christmas gift.
Why It’s Good To Let Yourself Go In Front Of Your Significant Other by Ryan O’Connell
I can’t wait until I can be disgusting with you. Don’t get me wrong, the honeymoon period is amazing. It feels like every day is a beautiful new discovery and you’re on D R U G S but it’s also exhausting. It’s exhausting because you’re working your ass off to be the most charming and sexy version of yourself. You make them believe that you’re someone who just is casually flawless and put together every day when, in reality, you’re putting yourself under a magnifying glass. When you go out to dinner, you don’t even order what you want because it could potentially be messy to eat or give you stomach issues. Even your order isn’t real! It’s what your perfect self would order. And we think it’s what your new boyfriend or girlfriend would want from you, like they give a crap what you order, but the pressure is actually all coming from you. You’re doing this yourself. You’re the one who’s putting yourself through version 2.0 torture.
On a certain level, it’s fun to push yourself towards this idea of excellence. I don’t care how demeaning it might sound, it’s nice to want to look good for somebody else. I usually try to look cute every day for my own personal satisfaction but in the beginning of a new relationship, I try to up my face game by, like, I don’t know, putting wax in my hair and running my hands through it? Wearing a chic ensemble? Guys only have so much they can do to transform themselves from a Danny Devito to a Ryan Gosling. I can’t imagine though the pressure and the amount of money girls spend to impress a new significant other.
In a way, it sounds sad and pathetic that we feel the need to alter ourselves in order to impress a new love. In the beginning though, it feels so precarious, like someone would leave you if you had a bad hair day, but ultimately I don’t think it’s actually about changing yourself. Whoever you end up in a relationship with should inspire you to be the best version of yourself. They’re basically meant to bring you back to life. You’ve gone from feeling complete apathy to passion. It’s supposed to be empowering.
That being said, I can’t wait until I can feel empowered when I look like Danny Devito in front of you. The Ryan Gosling thing was cute and made me feel good about myself but now it’s time to deflate for a bit. It’s time to let my face return to its semi-haggard state because when you finally let your significant other see all of you, it means so much for the relationship. It means that there’s a level of trust being established and you’re no longer being ruled by your insecurities. It’s going to take a lot more than a casual fart on a Sunday morning to ruin the relationship. You’ve settled in, you feel like you’ve got ‘em, and they’re not going anywhere. You’re getting comfortable now.
I can’t wait until you see my cry face. It’s super ugly. Crying for the first time in a new relationship is a milestone because it means you care enough about them to let things get bad for a second. I see crying as a positive thing. I don’t trust relationships that are good 24/7 because it usually means they lack a certain level of depth or passion. I don’t love you until you make me cry, until you see me vomit, until I fart in your face and refuse to feel weird about it. To me, love doesn’t come with the first “I love you.” It comes with the first fart so can we just fast forward a few months and just be there already? Thanks.
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I always believed that love must be effortless. It’s not about the roses, chocolates and fancy meals but the annoying sneeze sound you make, the drooling when you sleep and all the other flaws and insecurities.
(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)
Just Engaged
Alex and I went to a conservative Christian university in Tennessee. He studied French and I majored in Spanish Language and Culture. We weren’t allowed to date in college because being in a homosexual relationship in our university meant that you were kicked out if you didn’t agree to corrective therapy. I was already being forced to attend scare-you-straight therapy sessions and didn’t want to subject him to that, thus we secretly dated for around a year while we were in Tennessee. He moved to France, I moved to Costa Rica - and while we were separated I studied French every day with the goal of being conversational by the time we were reunited. When we both got back to Tennessee, I had been assigned a new counselor and the pressure of living a double life drove me into a deep depression. My love for him was the only thing that kept me from killing myself. I graduated, got hired as an English professor in the Catholic University of Chile and moved to South America. A year later, he applied to the same program and moved to the southern hemisphere to be with me. Last night, while all of my North American friends were here for Thanksgiving, I got down on one knee while we were all giving thanks for the good things in our lives, and asked him if he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. He said yes and we stood there and cried while we held each other and our friends cheered. It was the best day of my life. The only day that will top yesterday will be when I marry that boy. I don’t know if my family will want to come. I don’t know if my parents will ever hold our future child - but I know this: as long as I have him, I’ll need no one else.
THIS! : )
Rostam Batmanglij, the gay member of Vampire Weekend, makes my soul hurt. Look at him.
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Oh come here my Rostam!
Adele’s 21
21 has been playing in my ipod since last week. Each play of the tracks makes me fall in love more to it. I will not be surprised if 21 gets a lot of awards.
Myfreakinggod, it’s such a break-up album. A hint of happiness maybe. The last track Someone Like You sums up the whole emotion of the record.
Breaking-up and seeing the other happy with someone else would upset you but you can deal with it, live with the pain of knowing he’s happy and you are scared that you are not. But it’s okay and you still wish well for him. Now, I think that’s growing up and being mature and sincere.
