Dear 20 Somethings,

☜ Sexuality continues.

Hello 20 Something lovelies from near and far,

With my teens behind me and twenty-thirteen ahead, I thought long and hard about what my first post of the new year should be. Somehow, mid shower, with T-swift’s twenty-two blaring against the cheaply tiled bathroom of my sister’s starter apartment, it came to me: excuse my French, screw you One Direction.

My twitter feed is rolling a story of a heartbroken confused, twenty-something Taylor Swift left by Harry Styles for being an antique loving prude. It’s no secret that I’m a fan of T-Swift, scroll through my past posts the evidence is written on my wall. However, this is a matter beyond blondie.

I’m talking to you twenty-somethings, sluts and prudes alike.

Only you have the right to judge your sexual endeavors or lack there of. Period. You,  but especially not some boy band kid found on basic cable. When we subscribe to young bloods like Taylor Swift being judged for her sexual choices, we give others permission to judge us as well. Make your decisions based on you, what you want, and what’s right for you, whether in that moment, or for the long-term. Do not allow overly coiffed teeny-boppers, or “insiders” to decide what’s right and wrong with your twenty-something sexuality. Draw your own lines where you see fit, but do not tolerate slut shaming, do not tolerate prude shaming.

“People who look down on other people don’t end up being looked up to.” — Robert Half    

xoxo,
-E

Red Hot Releases

Hello Lovelies,

If you’re like me, you can’t get enough of T-Swift. So for your musical enjoyment, I’ve provided all three of her latest singles off the album Red. Begin Again, We are never getting back together, and I knew You were trouble. Enjoy. I will. :)

xoxo,
-E

 

Kiss Kiss

Hello Pretty People,

Kiss Me Stupid

How was your Tuesday? Good? Bad? In between? Well if you’re in the mood for a pick-me-up, or you would just enjoy a little romance on this lovely Tuesday evening, I think I have the trick. The MTV Movie Awards 2012 Best Kiss nominee videos. Yes, this is bookmarked on my computer. Do proceed to be overwhelmed by jealousy that you didn’t think of yourself, then get over that, and book mark it yourself. It’s the perfect late night pick me up if you ask me. Enjoy my dears!


xoxo,
-E

The Catch You Toss Back

Dear Readers,

I won’t deny I know what I’ve done. I attended his family gatherings in the sweetest of disguises. I positioned myself perfectly in the crook of his arm and laid my head on his chest on numerous occasions. I let him kiss my forehead and hold my hand. I let him cook me dinner, sipped his beer and listened while his little family secrets slipped into conversation here and there.

Maybe we used each other? No one wants to watch the fireworks alone.  We wouldn’t be the first. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that right about the time I decided on having a summer fling, he casually took the seat next to me, cheersing our drinks without permission. I believe in fate after all.

I hadn’t planned on him though. I expected an absent-minded jock type. Not much more between the ears than whiskey and baseball. Of course I knew he was beautiful. I didn’t know he was sweet, and kind, and thoughtful. I never would’ve guessed he cared. I didn’t know he was such a hard worker, or that he laughed so much. I didn’t know he had bad vision like me, or intense road-rage. I never considered where his Mom might be, or how important his Step-Mom’s opinion was. I didn’t hear about his back injury. I sort of figured he got into Chapel Hill on extracurriculars and a couple good math tests. I didn’t know he was so fascinated by geography. I didn’t know he was kind of lonely. I didn’t know him at all.

Seersucker and Eyelet Strapless dress (Made to Order)

It’s plain to me how lucky some girl’s going to be. He’s going to be someone’s “The One“.  Not mine, but hopefully some worthy girl, somewhere floating below the mason-dixon. He’s not perfect, who is? He made a mistake or two, that’s for sure. Still, I hope we all find someone like him in the end, because my God, he was good.

xoxo,
-E

P.S, that dress can be found at this little etsy shop.

Like Bees to Honey

I’m a sucker for written imagery folks.

xoxo,
-E
photo

A Subtle Kind of Love.
a story by Jake Christie

He loved her in a  distant kind of way, the same way the sun heats the Earth.  If she  were to disappear completely, he knew through pure logic that it  would have no great, disastrous effect on him.  He would not cease to  be; he would not stop breathing; his heart would not stop beating;  the world would not stop spinning.  The sun would keep shining,  radiating heat, if the Earth were not there.  On a certain, purely  physical level, her absence would have absolutely zero effect on his  person.

And yet…

He loved her in an  abstract kind of way, the way a bee loves honey.  He wasn’t sure why  he wanted to love her, but he wanted to love her just the same.   Maybe somebody told him once that he should be in love with somebody,  so he felt a need to pick somebody and it just so happened to be her.   Maybe.  Being in love was nice, sure, but he didn’t need to be.

And yet…

He loved her in a  removed kind of way, the way a butterfly’s wings can start a tsunami  halfway around the world.  He knew that it had an effect on her, but  he wasn’t sure how great.  On a certain level he was aware that if he  were to stop, if he were to disappear, it would have a drastic  effect.  For him it would be one less flap of his wings, in a manner  of speaking, if such a thing were possible without him falling from  the sky.

And yet…

He loved her in a  subtle kind of way.  It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies,  with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the  streets to catch a departing train.  It wasn’t the kind of love that  Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole  and iambic pentameter.  It was still and deep, like water that you  might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface.  It was  entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would  still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world  disappeared.  It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.

And she loved him  just the same.

Outta the Lion’s Den

Hello Sweets,

I know I’ve featured Katy Perry before, but damn, she’s just bad ass. I’m loving her new song/video Wide Awake and I adore that she took a cue from T.Swift, writing from reality. The result was really beautiful, even if you’re a snobby hipster when it comes to music (hey! No fear, I used to be one too. Your music is still good, promise! You can love them both.)

Lyrics

I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake

I’m wide awake
Yeah, I was in the dark
I was falling hard
With an open heart
I’m wide awake
How did I read the stars so wrong?
I’m wide awake
And now it’s clear to me
That everything you see
Ain’t always what it seems
I’m wide awake
Yeah, I was dreaming for so long

[Pre-Chorus]
I wish I knew then
What I know now
Wouldn’t dive in
Wouldn’t bow down
Gravity hurts
You made it so sweet
‘Til I woke up on
On the concrete

[Chorus]
Falling from cloud 9
Crashing from the high
I’m letting go tonight
Yeah, I’m falling from cloud 9

I’m wide awake
Not losing any sleep
I picked up every piece
And landed on my feet
I’m wide awake
Need nothing to complete myself, no

I’m wide awake
Yeah, I am born again
Outta the lion’s den
I don’t have to pretend
And it’s too late
The story’s over now, the end

[Pre-Chorus]
I wish I knew then
What I know now
Wouldn’t dive in
Wouldn’t bow down
Gravity hurts
You made it so sweet
‘Til I woke up on
On the concrete

[Chorus]
Falling from cloud 9 (it was out of the blue)
I’m crashing from the high
I’m letting go tonight (yeah, I’m letting you go)
I’m falling from cloud 9

I’m wide awake
Thunder rumbling
Castles crumbling
I’m wide awake
I am trying to hold on
I’m wide awake
God knows that I tried
Seeing the bright side
I’m wide awake
But I’m not blind anymore…

I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m falling from cloud 9 (it was out of the blue)
I’m crashing from the high
You know I’m letting go tonight (yeah, I’m letting you go)
I’m falling from cloud 9

I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake
I’m wide awake

xoxo,
-E