Discussion: two women? 

Here is a scenario. 

You recently met a girl and you are actually in a relationship. Let’s say her name is Melisa. So one day your girlfriends finds out that you have been seeing Mel and she doesn’t say anything and you don’t know that she knows about Mel. Then one day you are from work, or something, exhausted and all you need is your gf besides you, watching tv and just chilling basically. Then you go into your bedroom and find Mel and your girlfriend having sex. 

This is a real scenario, don’t think of it from a really sexual mindset, this is your wife and your sidechick having sex. 

What would you do? 

Discussion: big girls/ big women…? 

(I love this woman!!!!!)

I am glad we are in a time where most thick women feel confident and beautiful in their skin. I myself I am a curvy girl, I am no where near skinny and sometimes I feel less beautiful which is fairly less times to be honest. The thing is being a bigger girl comes with more flaws than most thinner women. We have huge tits that aren’t as perky, some thick girls don’t have huge tits but the majority do. I do and they are heavy and annoying but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I have read some articles where men say they are turned off when a plus woman has her huge tits that are obviously not going to be perky. 

(Another fav from Ig)

Second, we have stretch marks, our tiger stripes define our growth and our feminity and again I have read articles where some men say they are a turn off or they wouldn’t date a plus woman because of that. 

(So beautiful!, my body type)

Besides some thick women have thick thighs that rub together, cause friction and skin discolouration, and I have yet again read articles where women feel insecure about this and where they have been insulted about it. In my opinion, it’s all natural. 

Also I know there are some big men who aren’t six pack and muscles, who too are thick and are also made to feel as though they aren’t beautiful. I know people have preference, I have mine but sometimes you can’t help who you fall for. 

The media and the society makes us feel as though we are unattractive and that we must be picture perfect or if we are curvy, we must be Kim Kardashian curvy which is just… let’s not go there. 

So this week’s discussion is about fat/thick/plus/curvy women and thick men. 

Would you date a thick (BBW) woman/ man? Do the flaws I have mentioned above turn you off? And on the picture below which girl would you prefer if you were to date a big girl? 


I know this is a sensitive subject for other people and I don’t mean to offend. I am doing this discussion because people email me to do it and a lot have. I am just helping and if you have an idea of any discussion please voice it. Also share this post so that more people would join in. It’s fun if we are many. 

 I also ask that you write your most honest response and do not feel afraid or lie just to impress, I want you to be honest. And remember every opinion is an opinion, if it offends you, don’t take it to heart. 

No matter who you are, you are very very beautiful and no words should make you feel less than beautiful and handsome. 

Let’s have a laugh 😂 

The internet has no chill man 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 

Low life 

Low life 

Lower than life 

Higher than standards 

Lower materialistically

Higher aesthetically 

Lower enducation 

Higher adulation 

Lower fortune 

Higher wisdom

Lower houses 

Higher mountains 

Lower love 

Higher lives 

Lower happiness 

Higher freedom 


Low life 

High happiness 

Nothing to nothing 

Nothing to something 

Something to smiling 

Smiling to crying 

Laughing to gagging


Low life 

Low language 

High curses 

Low mentality 

High morality 

Low on cash 

High on drugs 


Low life 

Have nothing but something 

Dressed nothing but covered in something 

Rags as rage 

He is working for nothing 

Low life 

In the eyes of the intelligent 

High life 

In the eyes of the wise.  

I Surrender 

The power of letting go is heavenly 

An ecstasy only experienced  when covered in sweat and love 

Sought for oxygen 

Bodies tangles 

Back scratched 

Neck bruised 

Voice gone 

The aroma sweet and heavy

Sex  and Love 

It’s why I Surrender myself to you 

To you were you ravish me 

Spank me and flip me over 

Get ever so wet so you can drown 

My body powerless to your power 

Your hand branding on my skin 

I surrender myself to you 

To you I will cum 

Think I have orgasmed 

A myriad of sexual excitement 

I have been fucked

My legs wide and aching 

Surrendered to your beast 

To you I will worship you

Dismiss my innocence 

Embark into the Stars of the galaxy 

Float out of space like a weight less balloon 

Choke on my own pleadings 

Pleading you to Fuck me 

Fuck life out of me 

Surrender to you


There is a power in surrendering 

Letting go of the engines in my body 

Letting go of the daily havoc 

And giving in to your loving 




To you 

To you 

I surrender. 



She is a mute 

Slit her mouth with a razor 

Perhaps she will speak.


Silence is louder than the volume of her voice
It’s buried underneath the weight of fear

The fear of pain

Pain from your ridiculing laughter 

Your ignorance 

And your 

False affability.


She is everywhere but nowhere 
Alienated by her uniqueness 

Isolated by you her fellow human beings  

She is a ghost

An alien

A mutant 

A flaneur 

And a probable existence 


She is imprisoned

For a crime-less crime 

Sentenced to life 

The Unbreakable bars are her brain

The putrid cold floor is her anxiety 

The suffocating room is the world

The coldness of the room is your humanity.


If your false affability, your lies and pretence were money

She would be a zillionaire 

Hence wealth and money come with an abundant amount of loneliness and stress


You label her like a brand
Fully aware that,

These labels cut her into pieces of loneliness



Self hate

And then she will bleed

Bleed it all onto a paper

Create her own universe

A universe that accepts her for who she is

Bleed her scenarios into her creation’s scenarios

Bleed all her latent desires until she is left desire-less

Bleed all her dreams until she no longer has hope for them

And then she will die

Die a God of a universe that the world is unbeknownst of.


She is an introvert 
Everything is foreign to her

Just like you are foreign to her

Friends is a strange term to her

If she understood it maybe she would indulge


She is happy

She gets drunk until she forgets her name too

She is witty, talkative, easy going and amicable 

But you won’t know because you think she is the worst thing in the world
She also thinks you are the worst thing that’s ever happened to her life

She is the worst

You are the worst

You are all the same

Although because you despise her difference 

You mutter your profanities under your breath

Despite being stoic, your profanities are a symphony of her ears.

It would be better if you stop fooling yourselves. 


She is an introvert 

She looks crazy

A mute

Created to bolster your non existent confidence


If you open your mind and see that you are not any different from her

You will realise she is the most safest sea in all seas

The easiest mountain to climb

True beauty like the skies 

She is an introvert not an alien.


The beauty of a blind man is that he sees what he wants to see. 
He sees the darkness and the darkness doesn’t show him the havoc and chaos that the world has become. 

Dead beauty and alive ugliness. 

It shows him the beauty that the world has lost and therefore he has no pain. 

In which it’s his imagination that envisions such perfection.

The beauty we crave and that is art 

In his sightless life, he paints a picture ever so beautiful.

Yet we with sight, we fear the darkness for what it’s not. 

Sometimes I wish I was a blind woman maybe I would see a better world.

Love or career? 

Sometimes you have to sacrifice one thing to get the other. Career or love? 

Which one would you choose? 

Loving loveless

I am  blessed  for I have been cursed by you, 

lucky  enough to unfortunately sleep in a bed with you.

I am happy  for I have drowned in a pool of your sadness. 

lovely  for you have loathed me. 

loveless  for I have loved you. 

I am alone for I am walking besides you. 

You are smiling while I cry my bided failure.

I am lonely for you are constantly in my arms. 

Sightless  for I have seen your feigned smile. 

I am loveless for I am a hopeless romantic.

A hopeless romantic with a loathsome passion.

True and truth

Is the truth really the truth?

 Could you recognise something that could be constructed and reconstructed like the truth? 

What evidences the truth? 

How do you know what you heard is actually true or just someone’s else’s morality or definition of the truth? 

Is this true? 

Is anything true because you believe it’s true? 

But do you see the lie in that? 

You might believe it’s true but someone who also thinks is telling the truth will say your words are a lie. 

When is the truth ever true? 

Image: That’s Lana Del Rey. My favourite singer after Rihanna. I connect with her music so much! I just love her…