Sunday, June 10, 2012

When I was writing "'Real' Love letter to Man" a bunch of crap started coming to mind. So this is to all that I actually know.

Just to add in; an apology. And this not just for you Man, but for those close to me. Anyone who knows me really. I truthfully don't mean to this, but I wasn't brought up knowing or learning how to interact with people on a personal level. I wasn't allowed friends as a child, wasn't allowed outside of my house without adult supervision, I was that weird kid that stuck to themselves in the corner, and was made fun of even by their so-called "friends". I was bullied and abandon on all emotional levels. Also being physically, verbally, sexually, and psychologically abused from 4 to 19 by various outsiders and siblings made me very awkward with the human race. And all the other traumatic events that have occurred in my life. I was terrified of people and still am in a way. I actually have a people phobia--Anthrophobia. And I have anxiety of groups and connecting on a personal level. As well as I wasn't taught to be an individual, I was taught to make people like me no matter what. To conform if I have to. Even to lie if I h.ad to in order to get people interested in me or like me. To never be who I am. Over the years I lost myself and ended up losing who I am. And I really don't know how to express who I am either. At home we didn't actually speak to communicate, we wrote. So speaking to others is new territory for the adult me thrust into society without a guide and a warped sense of being and life. I don't know how to make friends, have them or keep them. Not used to being close to others. With my personality I have been continuously used and taken advantaged of people I wanted to love me, that I wanted to be my friends or boyfriends, people who are supposed to care for me like family. Never being able to show my true feelings and pain thinking it will annoy, hurt, or make people leave me. Not acclimated to the ways of actual people not my family that's one reason sometimes I say things thinking they are appropriate but can sometimes hurt or annoy people when I'm not trying to be. Me trying to be friends or fit in or whatever you would like to call it can be taken in different ways not necessarily the way I meant. I have never had the intentions to hurt the persons I genuinely care for. I don't know how to socialize, I'm awkward, I can't afford to seek treatment, and am to stupid to figure it out myself on how to become a better and more adjusted and honest and sensitive person. Maybe someday I will, but it is hard to see that. To me it's difficult to see people liking me or loving me in anyway. Which I know is my own downfall at times. Socializing with those close to me and those not to me is TRULY DIFFICULT for me. And honestly I AM SORRY and I love you all. Sorry in advance to all.

"Real" Love Letter to Man

My friendliest Man,


A few days ago I wrote you a fake love letter as a gag. Little did I know it would become ammunition for our mutual virtual pals. Well today this letter to you is a bit different. No, it is not the x-rated version that Jen J so hoped for, nor anything silly for Rebel K either. But in contrast this is a "real" love letter of sorts from me to you. Actually, its more of  a LIKE letter than one of longing love.


Though we met online, met in person at an AMBW meet up, talk in chat rooms, and even have one another's phone numbers it's not as though we actually know each other or are even truly friends.


Even though you and the others say otherwise, I know better...I can tell; even online, that you sometimes find me annoying and rude and you probably see me as an immature little girl at times. And I don't blame you. I do act silly on chat. A little sillier than the others for the most part. I'm 9 or 10 years younger than you (depending on what year you were born) as well. I tease you and I make it so the girls do also. To be perfectly honest I do it all on purpose. In order to get your attention; so just for a second you focus on me.


Wait! Don't for a minute think I'm asking you out. I like you, yes. It'd be nice to date you too, but that is not my intention. Just getting out of 2 back-to-back relationships and both being immensely painful on my side of it I don't really want to date. And I do not really need to be in another relationship. What I want to do is hang out...as friends. Yes, I do find you extremely attractive. Right now I am only looking for people to talk to. Especially since I haven't lived in California for long. I don't know many people here. Since you are pretty close to me in distance it would be sort of convenient. Maybe it could be fun too. Understandable if you wouldn't want to though.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Fake love letter commissioned by my friend Man

(Yes, his real name is Man!)

Dear Man,



The days pass by slowly as though time is against me; against us. Against our love. When alone the clock is plodding. Close enough to where our hearts lock we stay unhurried, but our periods of time near one another end with a devilish swiftness. Father Time is immensely cruel.



I miss the days where you would hide me in your room; the nights you snuck into mine. Oh my God! The incident where your foot was stuck on the vines going up the side of my house where my window was. You kept swearing, you were so loud I had to slap you to shut you up. I apologized all night, but I was just too afraid we'd caught by father. In the end you handsomely stumbled and fell into my window hitting you head on my window seat. You were so afraid of my stepfather. I was terrified of your mother though so I guess it balanced out. I always felt/sometimes I still do that I would never measure up to your mother and the view you had of her. But you were just always afraid my dad was going to shoot you.



Ah! The times we have had while in this daze of romance will never escape my mind. Even if you were no longer mine and I yours. Those nights being the best. Our bodies intertwined but not in passion. Just my legs wrapped around yours. As I would lay my head on the chest of the man I adored....hearing your heartbeat alone could arouse making my left bosom pound uncontrollably.



You the have the personality of a loony toon, mind of a scholar, and the godly body of a Spartan. All those drive me wildly mad. Especially, when hearing the word "Baby" coming from those small, cute, pink lips. It's so hard to bear when you push away in bed and redress me but I'm glad you make sure we wait. The sweetness of your intentions is in every kiss I take and every glance I still when you're in that little world of yours.



Sometimes you bruise my heart more than the blacks and blues used to make this inked pen I scribble these letters with. My soul as gray as the cloudy sky on a rainy day. But my love is too strong to leave my raj, my king, my love, my Man. Raindrops fall for my crumbling livelyhood and pride. Your ardour is my penchant and my pride is stout because of it. Teardrops from my eyes follow. But I cry tears of joy. I cry because you're with me. 'Cause I'm yours and you are mine!



Your Impassable Other,

Baby Cakes

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

If I Could Be...


If I Could Be…

If I could be anyone in the world
I’d be the girl you fell in love with.
So your heart and body could be
Only mine. All the time.
If I could be anyone in the world I’d
Be that girl.
If I could be anything in the world
I’d be the pillow you rest your head
Upon at night. For whenever your
Heart is full of woe. I’ll be the one
To comfort your soul.
If I could be…if I could be.
If I could be anything.
If I could be anyone in the world;
I’d be your girl. I want to make you
Happy. For I can’t think without you.
It when you’re not around. My heart
Hurts and I can’t breath without you.
If I could be your girl for a day, or just
A moment my heart would bathe in
Joy forever. I will stay by your side
‘til the day that we die. I just want
To see your twinkling eyes. You smile
Walking towards me.
I’ll never leave you. I won’t forget your smile.
I won’t for the way your eyes shines
When I sing to you.
If I could be…if I could be.
If I could be the stars you wish upon
At night; I’d make all your wishes come true.
If I could be…if I could be.
If I could be the tree that gave you shade
I’d make sure you were cool every day.
Your kisses could start a forest fire.
I’ll be there for you to climb every night.
If I could be…if I could be.