Thursday, December 14, 2006

i don't get lesbianism. i know of someone who's one, sure. and i have nothing against them, sure. by saying that i mean that i don't mind being friends with them and that i wouldn't treat them as though they have three nipples and two tongues pointing right at me. i would treat them more delicately than my straight friends, though. if only so that they won't label me as sexist, or whatever terms they coin it these days. but i wouldn't be able to help but wonder what attracts girls to our same kind. my theory is that they are attracted to the same things guys are.

have they always been attracted to girls? or does it develop through the years of mixing around with all-girl company? does it start off as a fad as first, something that was in fashion that only-the-cool-would-dare or have they always emptied their lunch (from their stomach) wherever they tried to think of guys in that way? is it psychological, or mental? and i mean, mental.

appreciating girls is one thing, i do appreciate beautiful girls, much the same way i appreciate God's gifts and captivating sights. if you ask me, its also so much more interesting to discuss girls rather than guys. take hindi films, for example. if you put a scene with the hottest of hunks and the hottest of girls, i'd rather stare at the girl really. simply cause the fairer sex is so much so gorgeous in so many different ways (and so much more colourful, too). but i'd draw the line on thinking about them in a leery way; i wouldn't even call it sexual.

to each his own, but girls just don't do it for me. i mean, why in Jude Law's name would i want someone who i know has the same mechanisms i have? whose pms i'd have to endure, apart from my own? as far as i can remember, i've always had my eyes on guys (now in singular form). my first crush being this boy in kindergarten who was gentlemanly enough at that age (!!) to let me use the toilet first. i can't for the life of me, remember his name or how he looks like.
chivalry works even then, guys. its been tested and proven.

then there's this almost-mad primary 1 boys who'd stalk me during recess time-i seeked refuge in the girls' toilet. i thought that was pretty smart of me- and bug me with sweet-smelling erasers and colour pencils which i threw away because of fear of mummy. talk about being sentimental. i reckoned i might have been cute back then. i dunno what happened since.

then there's the in-between boy-crazy secondary school days where nurrul and mona would have willingly testified against me, declaring all the shameful things that i did- while i, maintain a clear conscience that we were in it together.

*chuckles* oh, the innocence of youth.

of course, fast forward to today and i don't have to spell it out, do i?

my point being... i just don't get it. much in the same perplexing way i don't get:
1. gays who try to pass themselves off as metrosexuals, or
2. yoga or
3. dieting, or
4. the magic-8 ball (my 'will i grow fat in the near future?' was met with a 'most definitely, yes'), or
5. believing every freaking thing on the Internet as fact (yeah, and i'm King of France) or
6. blogging ALL your list of activities during the day as though you're satiating the papparazzi (first, i bathe. then i curl my hair. then, i went downtown to shop A. then i search for shoe at shop B. and then, we laughed. then we ate at shop C. and then, we went to toilet. and then we wiped our hands on the towel. then we went to watch movie...)

you get the drift.

r.z 11:05 PM  0 comments