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*A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
If you love someone this much put this on your site.
**this is so love filled i would do this for my boyfriend**

A girls first time!!!


girls first time
Body: a girls first time

(Assume you are a girl if you are a boy)

It's your first time.
As you lie back your muscles tighten.
You put him off for a while searching for an excuse,
but he refuses to be swayed as he approaches you.
He asks if you're afraid and you shake your head bravely.
He has had more experience,
but it's the first time his finger has found the right place.
He probes deeply and you shiver;
your body tenses;
but he's gentle like he promised he'd be.
He looks deeply within your eyes and tells you to trust him-
he's done this many times before.
His cool smile relaxes you
and you open wider to give him more room for an easy entrance.
You begin to plead and beg him to hurry,
but he slowly takes his time,
wanting to cause you as little pain as possible.
As he presses closer,
going deeper,
you feel the tissue give way,
pain surges throughout your body
and you feel the slight trickle of blood as he continues.
He looks at you concerned and asks you if it's too painful.
Your eyes are filled with tears
but you shake your head and nod for him to go on.
He begins going in and out
with skill but you are now too numb to feel him within you.
After a few moments,
you feel something bursting within you
and he pulls it out of you,
you lay panting,
glad to have it over.
He looks at you and smiling warmly,
tells you,
with a chuckle,
that you have been his most stubborn
yet most rewarding experience.


You smile and thank your dentist.
After all,
it was your first time to have a tooth pulled.
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What were you THINKING?!


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U BIG FREAKKK!!!!!

I know what you were thinking! !

YOU MUST REPOST THIS WITH THE TITLE "A GURLZ 1ST TIME" AND
YOUR DEEPEST DESIRES WILL COME TRUE,

BUT...

IF YOU DONT----------- YOU WILL LOSE SOMEONE YOU LOVE DEEPLY


I'm insaine buni [buni for short] and I started this page to see how people felt about my poetry. I go to CHS. I'm very into my own world so i have a hard time relating to people, whom often find me standoffish. it's not that i try to be that way it's just that sometimes i'm just not in the same world as everyone around me. i listen to my surroundings and learn from people, even when they don't know anyone is paying attention. it's amazing the lessons you can learn about the human persona by watching the candid interactions of the world around you. i try to learn from my mistakes, not regret them. these two traits seem to reflect greatly in my poetry as well as in my daily life. i'd one day like to be a therapist. i write as a way to survive and deal with the many things goin on in my head. sometimes it's the only way for me to make sense of the world around me. my writting is the only true reflection of my soul. to know my work is to know me, doubts, pains fears, insercuritys, it is the way to know all of me.
i've had a hard past, with many road blocks. but i'd like to think they've made me stronger. My only goal for my work is to hopefully help people make a little sense out of their lives or to know that they aren't alone by reading my experiences. that would make every tear shed and every wrong deed worth while.

I'm strong hearted, I'm defensive, I'm untrusting, and I can be the biggest bitch in the world. I'm vengeful, I'm rude, I'm in your face, I don't bend my opinions to suit anyone. I'm me. with all my faults I am finally whole. i don't need anyone to like me and i won't change to make someone like me. take me or leave me i've got all i need in those few in the world who love me for me as a person. I do not wish for people to restrain themselves to be polite or not to hurt me. give me your honesty, give me your opinions, give me your views. if i don't agree with them that's just fine. I will hold respect for you because of your honesty. all I ask of those who care to read my work is for you to try and read it without judgements. try to look at the world from another perspective. try to feel with your heart, not your mind.



~love always~
Buni


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HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the girl who came out to the entire school in her senior speech and got a standing ovation for her courage.


We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gaybash.

I am the lesbian who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other gay friends which restaurants /don't/ raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the mother who punished her son for calling you a fag.

I am the one who told her preacher to shove it, when he started speaking down to her about her sexuality

I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win.

*Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.*



~thanxs Jordan Lee


~love always
Buni ~



I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a jerk.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid and stuck up.
I wear skirts a lot, so I MUST be a prep.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible idiot.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER AND ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be easy.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.
I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon and fried chicken.
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't FLIRT WITH GUYS AT SCHOOL ao I MUST be gay.
I dont like the SUN so I MUST be albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I wear BOY'S CLOTHES so I MUST be a lesbian.
I don't have many FRIENDS, so I MUST be a freak.
I'm POSTING THIS so I MUST be a groupie.

~Post this in your profile if you think stereotyping is just plain wrong~