No Strings Attached: FWBs

What does it really mean to have NO strings attached? Is it even literally possible?..... depends on who you ask.

My thoughts?

It is impossible to have NO strings attached. However... it is possible to choose which strings are permissible. But even so, this does not rule out the possibility that other strings may exist... it simply just forbids those extraneous strings from being relevant.

Think about it.

To be FRIENDS with someone, SOME type of string must exist for that relationship to be established and for it to continue to flourish. This is an example of an extraneous "string"... it exists.. it's even necessary... but for this purpose, it's not relevant.

Now.

What does it really mean to be Friends W/ BENEFITS with someone?... hmm lol

I think the main factor that is often omitted is the actual existence of a legitimate friendship. Without this... seriously, the FWB ideal is screwed from jump. The friendship aspect is so necessary because without it, the pair of you may as well be fuck buddies.

&& yes. there is a difference.
But we will discuss that at a later time.

Soooo ok... let's say this legitimate friendship does exist... then what?
What happens after sex? Things get weird.

Weird? I define it as the transformation from nothing to something. In essence, NOW everything means something. Everything.

F'xample: You are "friends" with a dude & the pair of you typically chat every other day. Say the pair of you experience an intense make out session, leveling somewhere between second & third base. Awesome. Well...then say after this mini-episode, you don't hear from your "friend" for an entire week. If this physical encounter never took place, typically, most would think nothing of this. However, since something has materialized, you can't help but to attribute the "change" to those physical doings. What happens now? SOMEONE confuses their "strings"... you know, the extraneous ones that exist, may even be necessary, but aren't relevant? Yeah...those.... &&& now.... your "Friendship" hardly "exists". Tough life.

Now... lol.... what is my purpose in stating all of this? Well... I don't think that sex without ["irrelevant"] strings is possible. I think it is impossible for a person to fully keep their extraneous strings at bay... some may be better than others at repressing their irrelevant strings... but you know what this does? Fosters resentment.

So what happens now? is FWBs just not possible? Is the mantra 'No Strings Attached' strictly a gimmick? I don't think so. I just think that you must be able to be honest with yourself and your other in the process, and honestly, prepare to get your feelings hurt. Because at some point, that will be the end result. However... if you are game for these challenges and feel that the benefits outweigh the costs (because in some cases, they really do), then go for it.

Just don't think that it's ever possible to have NO "strings" attached..

Missing You [An Interlude]

Mentally... I find myself stifled.
Conundrum.
Unsure of the medleys of thoughts that play repititively in my head....
I MISS you.
Like everyday.
But what does that matter...if you don't feel the same?
Confusion... Delusion lingers...
Lucid
Memories...
Sun Kissed Skin... brown hues complimenting high cheekbones...
Light, feathery cheek stroking... tips of my fingers dancing lightly on your skin....
within
I absorb you...
within.
Your beauty. Bold. Embedded in your physique.
I can't get enough... your lips, your eyes, hell your thighs...
they plague me... even in my sleep.
I don't know what to do...
Day in...day out... my psyche automatically showcases instant replays of you
& me
together
Sexin..
Laughin.
Passionate connection.
This can't be happening.....

.....................................
.The strongest part of me nurses our connection. You live in my memory.

Just One of those Days...

Somedays…. I wonder…

What is to become of me? I feel like I’m doing everything right… doing everything to the best of my ability… but …

Somedays… I wonder…

Often enough, things don’t feel …. right. They feel forced, uncertain…. the progress that had once seemed so assured… now… lingers … lucidly…

I’m blessed.

But….

Somedays… I wonder…

~A product of Human Nature~

Enchantment Passing Through

I have always prided myself the most on my ability to remain constant in my personality and strong intellectually despite adversity.
My ability to withstand pressure to change who I am for the sake of making others feel more comfortable with their own inadequacies.
Sadly...we all have a breaking point.
I found mine.
Traumatized.
This outspoken warrior became a shy, closed-mouth woman
afraid to ruffle feathers or start a revolution
inhibited. reserved. concerned. censored.
Identity unknown.

[2 B Con't]

It wasn't love.... but it was somethin like it [part 1]

Sometimes I drink to numb the pain
other times...I simply try to ignore it
Sometimes...I drink, dance, think like a slut...find someone to fuck
&&& nut

&&& I'm ok with that

Sometimes I do things... just for attention...just to do it...
other times...it's intentional...w/ meaning... something deep
Sometimes I like to fuck w/ people's heads..get inside... drive them crazy...
save me

&&& I'm just fine with that

Sometimes....I'm not sure who I am....
other times....it's unmistakable
Sometimes I purposely try to redefine myself for the sake of invention & creation
the end result: my ideal & real selves have NO relation

&&& I'm like... that's cool.

Sometimes...I think I'm not good enough to achieve...that I'm destined to fail
other times, I feel UNSTOPPABLE
Sometimes I feel powerful...yet limited...qualified...yet contained
don't let it all be in vain....

&&& I say.... true dat.

[2 b cont]

New Dawn

Daybreak...
the sun shining brightly
her heart dances lightly
@ the notion of realizing that SHE is ALIVE.
Demons...who lingered over her in the midnight hour
are nowhere to be found as the sun scours
over the earth & her.... alone.
Engulfed in darkness.... until daybreak, that is
where everything she feared, everything she was....
is revealed

Love

she yearned for something deeper....
a connection of sorts...
another human being to FILL her
in every variation of the word.
but she KNEW... that what she needed... & what she wanted
were contradictory...mutually exclusive.... too complicated
Independent.... but dependent at the very same time
Lonely...but has never actually been left alone to truly experience
what true loneliness is....
she assumes...
guesses.....

it's HER life....

nothing but a shell of her previous self....
she was once bright...an inner glow could be seen from afar
she was once loving...in love with the idea of life & being in love
she was once... alive... fearing no outcomes, only taking chances to live & learn

&&& now...she is a ghost of her past self.... afraid... dark.... dim.... dead
her inner glow has been extinguished.... &&& her ability to love has been lessened... greatly
this is her reality.... in the darkness, late in the midnight hour..
the demons hunt her nocturnally... preying on her flesh & weary mind...
she gives in... she knows not how to fight [anymore]....
so instead...she lies there....allowing herself to be preyed upon...
praying that one day..it will result in death
it MUST be easier than dealing with this shit....

Daybreak.
as she watches the demons leave....
she learns lesson plentiful every morning...
as they LEAVE...
she SEES
as they LEAVE...
she LEARNS...
LIFE...is still an option for her...
she cries.... feeling connected to God through her tears....
not knowing how much she can take...
but knowing that she still has yet to break....

Daybreak.

*joy always comes in the morning* :)

For Colored Girls

- Somebody almost walked away with ALL of my stuff -

*I just couldn't stand the thought of being sorry &&&& colored both at the same time*

~Being 'colored' is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't quite conquered yet~

...&&& this...is for Colored girls...who have considered suicide... but are moving toward the end of their own rainbows...