Bi Love Quotes

Before I die I'd love to see my name on the Famous Bi Polar list I'm not ashamed of my Illness I believe most of my talent comes from it.

I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond! I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time I’m radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I’m on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I’ve got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial! I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up. You can’t dumb me down because I’m tireless and I’m wireless, I’m an alpha male on beta-blockers. I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I’m a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I’ve got a love-child that sends me hate mail. But, I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant. I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the “F” word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I’ve got glide in my stride. Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin in, there ain’t no doubt and I’m hangin tough, over and out!

If I was gay, I wouldn't need an asterisk beside my name. I could stop worrying if the girl I like will bounce when she finds out I also like dick. I could have a coming-out party without people thinking I just want attention. I wouldn't have to explain that I fall in love with minds, not genders or body parts. People wouldn't say I'm 'just a slut' or 'faking it' or 'undecided' or 'confused.' I'm not confused. I don't categorize people by who I'm allowed to like and who I'm allowed to love. Love doesn't fit into boxes like that. It's blurry, slippery, quantum. It's only limited by our perceptions and before we slap a label on it and cram it into some category, everything is possible.

The first rule of Bi Club is that you can talk about Bi Club all you want, because most people won't believe it's real anyway.

All you need to validly be bi is to identify! It's so true it rhymes.

No matter how hard people try to break you down, or whoever tries to stomp on you. You will always have the same value, no none can change you.

The moonlight loved her. But not as much as my shadows. “Ti slishkom ideal’naya chto bi byt’ nastoyashchey.

Tôi buồn, dĩ nhiên. Nhưng đốm lửa hi vọng trong tôi chưa tắt hẳn. Nó vẫn cháy dù là leo lét, bản chất của tình yêu là hi vọng. Nhiều khi trước một sự thật phũ phàng đã rõ mười mươi người ta vẫn tìm cách giải thích theo chiều hướng ít bi quan nhất.

Just read this fabulous screenplay. A remake of Camus's The Stranger with Meursault as a bi break-dancing punk rocker. Randy showed it to me. I loved it. Randy thinks "basically unfilmable" and that filming an orange rolling around a parking lot for three hours would draw a bigger audience.

Gay, straight, bi - labels, schmabels.

I guess I might be bi-curious," Ben said quietly." "What?" "I said I could be sorta bi-curious," Ben said loudly. "That's someone who is fundamentally straight but is curious about sex with men." Joshua grunted his opinion of that. "You've been checking out my ass since you were eleven years old, Ben. That's ain't curious, that's convicted.

I fucking hated labels. Always had. But maybe that was because no one had ever given me the right one. At least, not until that moment. Gay. Straight. Bi. None of them fit me the way mine did rolling off Henry's tongue. Suddenly, it was the only label I'd ever wanted.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.

My pulse quickened. Was I? Gay, I mean? If so, what was I doing with Seth? Maybe I was bi. That would explain it. An open heart, willing to give and accept love wherever it came from. The feelings, the stirring, the awakening senses with Cece, though, I’d never experienced those with Seth. With any guy. (Chapter.12)

I was bi and my heart was off-limits to no one, at least not for any reason like what they had between their legs or whether their chests were flat or round. And maybe because of that I never really could believe or understand that Griff, or anyone else, could be deterred from falling in love by such a trivial thing as gender.

Last year I told Lori I thought I might be bi. Ever since, whenever she saw me looking at another girl, she asked if I liked her. Lori didn't get that sometimes it was fun just to notice people without having to think about whether you liked them or not.

I love how everything must always be defined. Gay, straight, bi. Why can’t people just fuck whoever they want without feeling the need to label it or explain it away?

Sevişemeyenlerin atarlandığı o tatlı saatlerdeyiz. Bi de sevişip ruhunun açlığından uyku tutmayanlar var ki, bence sevişemeyenler onlara bakıp hallerine şükretmeli. Ve çünkü yalnız olmak, yanında biri varken yalnız hissetmeye yeğdir.

To exclude bisexuality from discussions of history, culture, or science is to belittle the human capacity for love and attraction. It also means that people with bisexual desires are often left abandoned in their search for a place in the world.

With regard to navigating relationship's highways and bi-ways - avoid changing lanes without first giving a signal.

He loves his Uncle Bi,” Kelsey said… Brian gave Ian a death look. “If you tell Ghost he calls me Bi, I swear to Christ I will fire you.

—¿Qué te pongo? —lo miro de reojo. Parece pensarlo un momento. —Sorpréndeme. Sonrío ampliamente. —Muy bi.. —Sorpréndeme sin los Backstreet Boys —aclara enseguida. —¡lba a ponerte una canción suya! —Por eso. Ni se te ocurra.

P.S. Volim te Holi, i znam da me voliš. Nisu ti potrebne moje stvari da bi me se sećala, nisu ti potrebne kao dokaz da sam postojao ili da još postojim u tvojoj glavi. Nije ti potrebno da nosiš moj džemper da bi me osetila oko sebe; već sam tu...moje ruke te uvek grle.

Ko bi se igrao da zna kako se igra završava?

Twice as many paths to trouble, their mothers would whisper. As though their daughters loving men and women meant they wanted all of them in the world.

Because falling in love with a girl who feared nothing in this world had left her ready to love a boy whose heart had been broken before she ever touched him.

Da je na svetu više ludaka poput nas, svet bi bio normalnije mesto.

I don’t really care if their parents are same sex, lesbian or gay, straight, married, cohabitating, divorced, bi-racial or what. If they love and take care of them, which is basically what all children need and want, I don’t think it matters. -- Breaking Through (Military Romantic Suspense) (Book 2 of the SEAL TEAM Heartbreakers)

Mom took me off the BiPAP, I tethered myself to a portable tank, and stumbled into my bathroom to brush my teeth. Appraising myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, I kept thinking there were two kinds of adults: There were Peter Van Houtens - miserable creatures who scoured the earth in search of something to hurt. And then there were people like my parents, who walked around zombically, doing whatever they had to do to keep walking around. Neither of these futures struck me as particularly desirable. It seemed to me that I had already seen everything pure and good in the world, and I was beginning to suspect that even if death didn't get in the way, the kind of love Augustus and I share could never last. So dawn goes down to day, the poet wrote. Nothing gold can stay.

See, the institutions and specialist, experts, you see. Yes, yes, experts, indeed. See, they would have us believe that there is an order to art. An explanation. Humans are odd creatures in that way. Always searching for a formula. Yes, a formula to create an expected norm for unexplainable greatness. A cook book you might say. Yes, a recipe book for life, love, and art. However, my dear, let me tell you. Yes, there is no such thing. Every individual is unique in their own design, as intended by God himself. We classify, yes, always must we classify, for if not, then we would be lost, yes lost now wouldn't we? Classification, order, expectations, but alas, we forget. For what is art, if not the out word expression of an artist. It is the soul of the artisan and if his expectations are met, than who are we to judge whether his work be art or not?

Hipster (n.): Yes, you ride a fixed-gear bike and drink single-origin chai from a local specially abled artist’s hand-thrown ceramic mug. Your bi-friend only listens to cassettes, and you just love vintage flats, and your rescue dog is named Cobain. Please just wear your hat and glasses and turned-up pants and defy categorizing. Remember: you will one day be driving a Volvo with toys thrown willy-nilly and Burger King wrappers on the floor, listening to Sade and digging it unironically. Even the freshest kale can go brown and wilt. Cave futurum.

Ljubav kao njezina — strastvena, koja obožava, koja štiti, koja čezne za potpunim podavanjem i žrtvovanjem same sebe, ali koja potajno traži i punu njegovu ljubav — jer kako bi bez toga mogla ljubiti ponosna žena? — takva ljubav čezne uvijek za potpunijim sjedinjenjem, nego što je moguće u ovom svijetu, gdje se sve mijenja i pokreće.

Marko, kako bi bilo lijepo da se nisi bojao a da si vjerovao! Ljepše se ne može početi jedna nova sreća.

What I want is a beautiful and sophisticated piece of ass that happens to be 'bi.

Là vạn non nghìn nước đều đã đi qua đó, là gió xuân lầm lỡ một đời đó. Cho dù thế sự vẫn như xưa, nhưng cô không sợ gì nữa, khi không có gì để nhớ, níu kéo chỉ là thừa.

Najtragičniji oblik gubitka nije gubitak sigurnosti, nego gubitak sposobnosti da zamislimo kako bi život mogao biti drugačiji.

The moonlight loved her. But not as much as my shadows. “Ti slishkom ideal’naya chto bi byt’ nastoyashchey.” The

The moonlight loved her. But not as much as my shadows. “Ti slishkom ideal’naya chto bi byt’ nastoyashchey.

Svoju patnju, koju prihvatam, moram da prihvatim kao dragocenost. Ne postoji nijedan ispirač zlata koji iskopava samo zlato. Ispirač vadi pesak sa korita reke, naslepo, ne razmišljajući šta će da izvadi iz vode. On bi voleo da je u pesku i zlato, ali možda ga uopšte neće biti, on mora da se pomiri sa time. Niko nema povlasticu da unapred odabere ono što želi.

Zar sve danas nije samo imitacija? Zar u današnjem vremenu nije sve samo imitacija stvarnosti, sve oko nas je u stvari "pravimo-se-da-je-tako". I mir je samo "pravi-se-da-je-mir", i ekonomska kriza je virtuelna, nije prava, pa i rat je samo imitacija, a imitacija je i ekonomski napredak. Ali, i pored toga, milioni ljudi živi i umire u ovom prividnom svetu. Samo se po sebi razume da moraju da žive i umire; i oni su samo ljudi. To je samo po sebi posve razumljivo. Samo što u svemu tome "pravimo-se-da-je-tako" ne možeš da nađeš za šta bi dao svoj život. Ja sam čovek koji mora da da sve od sebe, inače ništa ne može da postigne.

The structures of sexual oppression run through everything, including legal systems, but most importantly they run straight through our minds. Let us burn our blindfolds and embrace the human capacity to love freely.

Ljudi misle da je srodna duša ona koja im savršeno odgovara, i to svi žele. Ali, istinska srodna duša je ogledalo, osoba koja ti pokazuje sve što te sputava, osoba koja tvoju pozornost usmjerava prema tebi, kako bi mogla promijeniti svoj život. Vjerojatno je najvažnija osoba koju ćeš ikad upoznati, ali zauvijek živjeti sa srodnom dušom? Ne. Previše bolno. Srodna duša u tvoj život dolazi da bi ti otkrila jedan sloj tebe, a potom odlazi. I hvala Bogu na tome.

Hạnh phúc hay không, đã không còn quan trọng. Có thể đi đến cùng hay không, cũng không còn gì đáng nói. Khi thề đoạn tuyệt với hồng trần, cô đã dự định không quay lại nữa. Gia thế hiển hách, quý tộc sa sút, quá khứ rạng rỡ, đều chỉ như nước chảy bèo trôi. Những người dốc hết tâm tư để mưu tính kết cục cho bản thân kia, kỳ thực lại sớm bị vận mệnh sắp đặt. Chẳng thà làm một người nhạt nhẽo, dù cho thế sự bãi bể hóa nương dâu, ta vẫn ung dung, chẳng đau chẳng buồn.

- So what do we do? - She asked. I reached for the doorknob and looked at the Bi. - Forward to a normal life. - Do you think that happens? - She asked, and I became spuskatsya through the power of the stairs to the exit: "Be happy, the boss"   - And we'll try

I zamišljali su život predan jedino ljubavi, dosta plodan da ispuni najopsežnije samoće, prevrši sve radosti, odoli svim nevoljama, u kojem bi ure minule u neprestanom prelijevanju njihovih duša; život, koji bi stvorio nešto sjajno i uzvišeno kao što je titranje zvijezda.

I, o Bože, voleo sam i ja nju. Bez obzira na to koliko sam mislio na Klarisu, u sećanju ili očekivanju, to što sam je doživeo ponovo, osetio i čuo, ona neosporna ljubav koja je strujala između nas, to zapravo životinjsko prisustvo, uvek bi me, mada poznato, uzdrmalo kao neočekivano.

Kad nam je dobro ikad smo voljeni, nerijetko zaboravljamo, uljuljkani u varljivu sigurnost naklonosti kojom bivamo obasipani, da je svakoj ljubavi potrebna motivacija kako bi i dalje mogla postojati hranjena snagom ljubavna uzvraćanja. ~ iz knjige ''Otpovijed ˗ vodič za ljubavne lutalice

V življenju se nam neštetokrat zgodijo posebna naključja oziroma sočasnosti - tista hipna srečanja in dogodki, ki v sebi nosijo potencial, da nam popolnoma spremenijo življenje. Mnogo takih trenutkov zgrešimo, ker se morda preprosto prestrašimo tega, kar bi odkrili o sebi, če bi se prepustili tej izkušnji.

Ništa nije strašnije, kaže žena, nego kada upitaš nekoga da li te voli, a onda na njegovom licu ugledaš izraz takve dosade da bi najradije zaboravila da postojiš. Ali pitanje je već postavljeno, reči vise u vazduhu kao opran veš i preostaje ti jedino da ćutiš i čekaš odgovor koji ionako ništa ne znači. (Dosada)

Budući da je istina da se punoća duše ponekad može utopiti u potpunoj bljutavosti jezika, jer niko od nas nikada ne može zaista izraziti tačne mere svojih potreba, misli ili patnji; a ljudski govor je poput razbijenog lončeta, po kom udaramo grube ritmove da bi medvedi uz njih igrali, dok želimo da stvorimo muziku koja će raznežiti zvezde.

...vlastito tijelo nastanjivala je poput mačke. Nije mi bila toliko lijepa koliko egzotična, premda je izraz možda pretjeran za ono što želim reći. Sposobnost da se ostavi dojam, bilo bi to vjerojatno točnije onomu što pokušavam reći, određeni samodostatni izgled koji je čovjeka tjerao da je poželi gledati čak i kad bi samo besposleno sjedila

Kad se kod jedne tihe i blage žene očituje ljubav predanošću, nježnošću i bezgraničnim povjerenjem, zašto se kod vatrene i strastvene ženske naravi ne bi smjela očitovati nepovjerenjem, slijepim bjesnilom i nepravilnim sudom o čovjeku, koji je drag njenom srcu? Kako sam bio lud! Trebao sam slušati samo ljubav, a nipošto riječi, koje je govorila!

This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida: If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies, If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself, This is not she. O madness of discourse, That cause sets up with and against itself! Bi-fold authority! where reason can revolt Without perdition, and loss assume all reason Without revolt: this is, and is not, Cressid. Within my soul there doth conduce a fight Of this strange nature that a thing inseparate Divides more wider than the sky and earth, And yet the spacious breadth of this division Admits no orifex for a point as subtle As Ariachne's broken woof to enter. Instance, O instance! strong as Pluto's gates; Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of heaven: Instance, O instance! strong as heaven itself; The bonds of heaven are slipp'd, dissolved, and loosed; And with another knot, five-finger-tied, The fractions of her faith, orts of her love, The fragments, scraps, the bits and greasy relics Of her o'er-eaten faith, are bound to Diomed.

9And Jacob said,  z“O God of my father Abraham and God of my father Isaac, O LORD who  asaid to me, ‘Return to your country and to your kindred, that I may do you good,’ 10 bI am not worthy of the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness that you have shown to your servant, for with only my staff I crossed this Jordan, and now I have become two camps.

- Have you thought about joining any clubs on your college campus as a mean to build a support system for yourself? Engaging with others who identify as you do could help bring about a level of comfort that will enable you to speak freely." Alice resisted the urge to sort. "Nah. I think those are great for some people, especially if you're the right color, not bi, and certainly not ace. So.

Mona was nice.” Liv choked, the latté sloshing over the edge and onto her fingers. “You set that up to be mean,” she said, putting the cup back on the table. Xander smirked. “I didn't actually. She's a cool chick.” “Then why don't you date her?” Xander's grin widened. “I did, dearest. That's why I know.” “But I'm not gay!” “But you might be bi,” Xander said. “You never actually said.” He waved away her protesting gasp. “I just thought you should check Mona out. Sexuality is a spectrum, Liv. Never know until you try.

Znaš jedno je požuda, a drugo ljubav. Iako su povezane, ipak su potpuno različite. Za ovu prvu dovoljno je malo sladunjavog govora i lijepe odjeće, ali da bi dobio ovo drugo, muškarac se mora odreći svog rebra. Zauzvrat,njegova će žena poništiti Evim grijh i vratiti ga u raj.' 'Ali kako muškarac zna kad da uloži svoje rebro? Imam mnogo prijatelja koji su ostali bez ijednog rebra a, unem ti se, raja nikad nisu vidjeli.' Iskrena zabrinutost na mladićevom licu natjerala je Maestra Amborgia da kimne. 'Sam si rekao', potvrdio je. 'Muškarac zna, ali dječak ne.

Braćo, ne bojte se grehova ljudskih, volite čoveka i u grehu njegovom, jer kad ko voli čoveka grešnog, to je već slika Božanske ljubavi i vrhunac je ljubavi na zemlji. Volite sve stvorenje Božje i celokupno i svaku mrvicu. Svaki listić, svaku zraku Božju volite. Volite životinje, volite bilje, volite svaku stvar. Budeš li voleo svaku stvar – i tajnu ćeš Božju razumeti u stvarima. A shvatiš li je jedared, ti ćeš je posle neumorno početi poznavati sve dalje i više, svakodnevno. I zavolećeš, najzad, sav svet vascelom i vasionom ljubavlju. Životinje volite: njima je Bog dao klicu misli i tihu radost. Nemojte im je narušavati i remetiti, ne mučite ih, ne oduzimajte im radost, ne protivite se misli Božjoj. Čoveče, ne uznosi se, ne misli da si bolji od životinje: one su bezgrešne, a ti, sa svojim veličanstvom, ti samo gnojiš zemlju svojom pojavom, na njoj trag svoj gnojni ostavljaš posle sebe, - i to, avaj, skoro svaki, svaki između nas! Decu volite naročito, jer ona su bezgrešna kao anđeli i žive da bi nas razdragala i usrećila; ona žive zarad čišćenja srdaca naših, kao neki putokaz za nas. Teško onome ko uvredi dete...

Natanijel Brendan nas upoznaje s pričom o dr. Odri Ričards, antropologu koja je tridesetih godina XX veka radila s plemenom Bemba iz Severne Rodezije. Dr. Ričards je, kaže on, grupi pripadnika tog plemena jednom ispričala englesku narodnu bajku o mladom princu koji se peo uz planine pokrivene ledom, prelazio provalije i borio se sa zmajevima da bi osvojio devojku koju je voleo. Slušaoci su očigledno bili zbunjeni, ali nisu ništa rekli. Najzad se oglasio jedan stari poglavica rečima koje su izražavale osećanja svih prisutnih. ,,Zašto nije uzeo drugu devojku?", jednostavno je upitao.

Rather than being 'this not that' I am this *and* that... I've felt like a blossoming flower. As I become more fully me and as I'm more comfortable with each petal of my identity, I open myself up and look into the sun... As someone who identifies as bisexual and does see the world on a multitude of plains, my intellect and creativity, my head and my heart, are just further parallels of how I am able to find myself attracted to and love both men and women. [Participant quote from the study 'The positive aspects of a bisexual self-identification' in Psychology and Sexuality 1 (2) by S. Scales Rostosky, D. E. Riggle, and D. Pascale-Hague pp.131-44]

Roxy was bi, and in my opinion she was—and still is—a total badass. Of all my childhood friends, this girl’s my bestie. Even when we were young, I knew deep down that Roxy was going to conquer the world. Her brilliance, coupled with her unwavering commitment to feminism and human rights, made her truly exceptional. And she cared, really cared, about animals and the pressing issues in our world. She wasn’t just one of these people that wore shirts and posted awareness videos online. She dedicated her weekends to protests and taking action. And I loved that she was hooking up with Amren, or whoever this girl was, if she made Roxy happy. I loved her. I loved all of her. Hopefully Amren would see how awesome Roxy was and make her feel special.

Yeah, Jules!" Chelsea said in a voice thick with envy. "Go away, you're making the rest of us look bad." She winked at Jule's date wickedly. "I bet you just want to eat her up, don't ya?" He stared at Chelsea with bewilderment and glanced back at Jules for help. "Just ignore her," Jules explained over the noise from the sound system. "She doesn't get out much." Chelsea tried to look hurt by Jule's words, but she couldn't quite pull it off. "I'm just sayin', Jules, he'd better watch his back tonight, or I might be trying to take you away from him." Chelsea loved to play the potentially bi-curious card, even though everyone knew she liked boys far too much to go to bat for the other team. "Gross!" cried Claire, who wasn't pretending at all. Claire hated it when the conversation deviated too far off her straight and narrow path. The operative word being straight. "Don't worry, Claire-bear," Chelsea soothed condescendingly. "I'm not going to hook up with Jules." She wrapped her arm around Claire's waist and then said suggestively in he ear, "I'm much more likely to make a move on you." "Eww!" Claire shrieked, shoving Chelsea away. "Get away from me!" "Leave her alone, Chels," Jules interrupted. "Or you're gonna make her start her 'It's Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve' speech. And sorry, Claire, but none of us really want to hear that." Jay pulled Violet close to him as they listened to the familiar, playful bantering. He slid his arm around her waist from behind, and let his lips gently tease her earlobe while no one was paying attention to the two of them. Violet wanted to turn around right there, in his arms, and forget this whole dance thing altogether. "Hey!" Chelsea's voice interrupted them, and Violet jumped a little, realizing that everyone was staring at them. "Did you hear me?" Violet leaned forward on her crutches and away from Jay, still feeling bemused by the close and intimate contact. "What?" she asked, trying to focus on what had been said. "I said, 'I gotta pee.' Let's go to the bathroom," Chelsea repeated as if Violet were some sort of imbecile, incapable of understanding normal human speech. "Keep it up, Chels, and none of us is gonna want to hook up with you tonight," Violet promised jokingly. Chelsea grinned at Violet. "I like the way you think, Violet Ambrose. Maybe you'll be the lucky girl I choose.' And then she turned to Jay. "Don't worry, I've got her from here," Chelsea announced. Jules and Claire followed. Violet laughed and glanced back at him. "I'll only be a few." Jay gave her a skeptical look that no one else would have even noticed, as he assessed the three girls who would be escorting Violet. And then he finally nodded. "Okay, I'm gonna show these guys my car." He was beaming again. "I'll be right outside, but I won't be long." Violet did her best to keep up with the trio ahead of her, but it was hard on one high heel and two crutches. Finally she yelled at them exasperatedly, "If you guys don't wait, I'm not going!" They all three stopped and turned around. Chelsea tapped her lovely silver shoe impatiently. "Hurry up, Violet, or I swear I'll take you off my list.

12He who is  ha hired hand and not a shepherd, who does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and  ileaves the sheep and flees, and the wolf snatches them and  jscatters them. 13He flees because  khe is a hired hand and  lcares nothing for the sheep. 14 mI am the good shepherd.  nI know my own and  omy own know me, 15 pjust as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and  qI lay down my life for the sheep. 16And  rI have other sheep that are not of this fold.  sI must bring them also, and  tthey will listen to my voice. So there will be  uone flock,  vone shepherd. 17 wFor this reason the Father loves me,  xbecause  yI lay down my life that I may take it up again. 18 zNo one takes it from me, but  yI lay it down  aof my own accord. I have authority to lay it down, and  bI have authority to take it up again.  cThis charge I have received from my Father.

Helen je ugasila svjetlost, prišla žurno prozoru i provirila napolje. Svjetlost iz dnevne sobe je kroz otvorena vrata padala na pod u zlatnom romboidu. Helen je stajala iza postelje kao da je promatrala neku divljač. Oko mene je još lebdio dah njenog parfema. Okrenula se. 'Ne smiješ ići na stanicu', rekla je. 'Neko bi te mogao poznati. Moraš otići! Pozajmit ću kola od Ele, pa ću te odvesti u Minster. Kakve smo budale bili! Ne smiješ ostati ovdje!' Osjetio sam oštar bol koji se odmah pretvorio u žudnju. Izgleda da je Helen prvi put stvarno shvatila da se moramo rastati. Ili je to možda tek sad najzad sama sebi priznala. Nestalo je sve one rezerviranosti koja je u toku dana tinjala. Helen je vidjela opasnost, vlastitim očima vidjela, a to je za nju bilo jače od ma kakve mašte. Odjednom mi je izgledala kao da je sva samo strah i ljubav — i već za jedan korak udaljena i izgubljena. Pokušao sam da je zadržim. I ja sam najzad gledao bez vela. Ona se opirala i šaputala: 'Ne sad! Moram da telefoniram Eli! Ne sad! Pa moramo ...' Ništa ne moramo, mislio sam. Imao sam još jedan sat vremena, a onda neka svijet propadne. Zašto ranije to nisam jače osjetio? Osjetio sam, ali zašto nisam razbio stakleni zid između sebe i svog osjećanja? Ako je moj povratak besmislen, onda je ovo još besmislenije! Morao sam nešto od Helene ponijeti sobom u sivu prazninu u koju ću se vratiti ako budem imao sreće. Nešto više od osjećanja na opreznost i okretanja u krug. Sad sam ushtio da se raširim preko nje kao neki pokrivač, zaželio sam da imam hiljadu ruku i usana, da postanem savršen konkavan oblik, preko i oko njenog konveksnog, bez igdje ijednog međuprostora, da bih je svuda dodirivao, koža uz kožu, centimetar po centimetar, a ipak još sa starim bolom što je to koža na kožu, i što ne može biti krv u krvi — spajanje umjesto sastavljanja.

...oh, believe me, I feel that I'm the least homophobic person... ...I hate putting labels on people... ...I came up with a term, I call them 'Limbo Gay,' that's one, and I came up with another term, 'Straight Gay,' and then there's a new one I made up, I call them 'Dry Gay,' and then there's also 'Gay Gay' which is really the same as 'Really Gay'... ...but this doesn't mean I'm being homophobic, and this is something the gay community needs to be educated about... ...and a man who likes penis doesn't have to call himself gay, or bi, or confused, all he has to do is say to the woman, 'Look, I love you, but I'm a penis man, I like penis...' ...these gay men spend their entire lives lying about who they are, and so lying just becomes a way of life to them... ...these gay men are trying to live a life that isn't theirs to live, they don't belong in the straight world, they belong in the gay world... ...that doesn't make me homophobic...

There is a world of people out here who will love you for who you are. A whole, vibrant, fucked-up, happy, conflicted, joyous, and depressed mass of people who will say, You’re gay? So the fuck what? We want you to be among us. That’s the message of the It Gets Better Project. Hold on, it says, and stick it out, because guess what? It gets better. And true as that is and moved as I’ve been by many of the videos made by gay, lesbian, bi, and trans people telling their stories, I think there’s an important piece missing in that message. All those people in the wonderful videos? It didn’t just get better for them. They made it better. Each and every one of those people rose at a moment in their lives—one that is very much like this moment in your life, Suffocated—and at that moment they chose to tell the truth about themselves instead of staying “safe” inside the lie. They realized that, in fact, the lie wasn’t safe. That it threatened their existence more profoundly than the truth did.

Kad vas ljubav pozove, podjite za njom, Premda su staze njene tegobne i strme. A kad vas krila njena obgrle, prepustite joj se, Premda vas mač, skriven medju perima njenim, može povrediti. A kad vam progovori, verujte joj, Premda vam glas njen može uništiti snove, k'o sto severac opustoši vrt. Jer, baš kao što vas kruniše, ljubav će vas i razapeti. Isto kao što vas podstiče da rastete, isto tako će vas i okresati. Kao što se uspinje do visina vaših i miluje vam grančice najtananije što trepere na suncu, Tako će se spustiti i do vašeg korenja i protresti ga u njegovom prijanjanju za zemlju. Poput snoplja pščeničnog, sakupiće vas u naručje svoje. Omlatiće vas, da bi vas ogolila. Prosejaće vas, da bi vas otrebila od kukolja. Samleće vas, do beline. Umesiće vas, dok ne postanete gipki. A onda će vas izložiti svojoj svetoj vatri, tako da postanete sveti hleb za svetu Božiju svetkovinu. Sve će vam to ljubav učiniti, ne biste li spoznali tajne svoga srca i u spoznaji toj postali deo srca Života. Budete li, pak, u strahu svome tražili samo ljubavni mir i zadovoljstvo, Bolje vam je onda da pokrijete golotinju svoju, i odete sa gumna ljubavi, U svet koji ne poznaje godišnja doba gde ćete se smejati, al' ne punoćom smeha svog i plakati, al' ne do poslednje suze svoje. Ljubav ne daje ništa osim sebe i nšta ne uzima, osim sebe. Ljubav ne poseduje, niti dopušta da je poseduju; Jer, ljubav je dovoljna ljubavi. Kad volite, ne treba da kažete: "Bog mi je u srcu", već: "Ja sam u srcu Božijem." I nemojte misliti da možete usmeriti puteve ljubavi, jer ljubav, ako joj se učinite vrednima, usmeriće vaše puteve. Ljubav nema drugih želja, nego da se ispuni. Ali, ako volite a morate još i da želite, neka vam ovo budu želje: Da se istopite i budete kao potok razigrani što peva svoj milozvuk noći. Da spoznate bol prevelike nežnosti. Da vas rani sopsvtveno poimanje ljubavi; I da krvarite drage volje i radosno. Da se probudite u praskozorje sa srcem krilatim i uputite zahvalniicu za još jedan dan ljubavi; Da otpočnete u poslepodnevnom času i razmišljate o ljubavnom zanosu; Da se s večeri vratite kući sa zahvalnočću, A potom da usnite s molitvom za voljenog u srcu i pesmom slavljeničkom na usnama…

The Ten Commandments EXODUS 20  z And  a God spoke all these words, saying, 2 b “I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery. 3 c “You shall have no other gods before [1] me. 4 d “You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. 5 e You shall not bow down to them or serve them, for I the LORD your God am  f a jealous God,  g visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children to the third and the fourth generation of those who hate me, 6but showing steadfast love to thousands [2] of those who love me and keep my commandments. 7 h “You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain, for the LORD will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain. 8 i “Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. 9 j Six days you shall labor, and do all your work, 10but the  k seventh day is a Sabbath to the LORD your God. On it you shall not do any work, you, or your son, or your daughter, your male servant, or your female servant, or your livestock, or the  l sojourner who is within your gates. 11For  m in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested on the seventh day. Therefore the LORD blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy. 12 n “Honor your father and your mother,  o that your days may be long in the land that the LORD your God is giving you. 13 p “You shall not murder. [3] 14 q “You shall not commit adultery. 15 r “You shall not steal. 16 s “You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. 17 t “You shall not covet  u your neighbor’s house;  v you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that is your neighbor’s.

This isn’t weird for you, Mark? I mean, not even a little bit?” Green questioned. “Why? Is it for you?” Ruxs inquired, slightly nervous. “No. Not at all. I’ve thought of a million sexual things I could do to you and what I wanted you to do to me. But that’s because I’m bi. You on the other hand, have never been with a man. Now you just had your finger in my ass. I’m just wondering. You’re not the slightest bit weirded out.” Ruxs thought for a second. He stared into those smoky eyes and knew exactly why he wasn’t weirded out. Green was his friend, his best friend. The only person he had, his family. Nothing about them coming together was weird for him. Ruxs was a man who always did his own thing. He wasn’t judgmental and he didn’t worry about labels or societal conformity. If it felt good, then it was all good. He’d lived by that motto since college. Ruxs finally shook his head no. “I feel good about this. You and I being together this way is only strange in a good way. It’s wild to be able to finally touch you like I’ve been wanting too. To see you come, to watch you get off. I’m just trying to wrap my head around you wanting me.” Ruxs had a hard time meeting Green’s eyes. He hoped like hell that Green did want him.  Green cupped his jaw and turned him so he was facing him. “I do want you. More than you think. I want you because you’re an amazing man, Mark Ruxsberg. You have to stop thinkin’ otherwise. You’re smart, caring, loyal, a damn good cop, you’re great to Curtis and…” Green tilted his still half-hard cock against Ruxs’ pelvis. “You’re sexy as fuck. Big and beautiful. Muscles all over the fuckin’ place. It’s a huge turn-on for me.” Ruxs blushed. He loved Green telling him this. Most of all he believed him. Green wasn’t a liar and he didn’t do anything that he didn’t want to do… just like him. “So no more of this self-doubting shit. Or else I won’t blow you anymore.” Green winked, rolling off of him and climbed out of the messy bed. “Now get your lazy ass up, and don’t worry about the sheets, the maid comes today. We got to get going. We’re supposed to be doing surveillance on that damn warehouse.” Ruxs

Early in the boob-emerging years, I had no boobs, and I was touchy about it. Remember in middle school algebra class, you’d type 55378008 on your calculator, turn it upside down, and hand it to the flat-chested girl across the aisle? I was that girl, you bi-yotch. I would have died twice if any of the boys had mentioned my booblets. Last year, I thought my boobs had progressed quite nicely. And I progressed from the one-piece into a tankini. But I wasn’t quite ready for any more exposure. I didn’t want the boys to treat me like a girl. Now I did. So today I’d worn a cute little bikini. Over that, I still wore Adam’s cutoff jeans. Amazingly, they looked sexy, riding low on my hips, when I traded the football T-shirt for a pink tank that ended above my belly button and hugged my figure. I even had a little cleavage. I was so proud. Sean was going to love it. Mrs. Vader stared at my chest, perplexed. Finally she said, “Oh, I get it. You’re trying to look hot.” “Thank you!” Mission accomplished. “Here’s a hint. Close your legs.” I snapped my thighs together on the stool. People always scolded me for sitting like a boy. Then I slid off the stool and stomped to the door in a huff. “Where do you want me?” She’d turned back to the computer. “You’ve got gas.” Oh, goody. I headed out the office door, toward the front dock to man the gas pumps. This meant at some point during the day, one of the boys would look around the marina office and ask, “Who has gas?” and another boy would answer, “Lori has gas.” If I were really lucky, Sean would be in on the joke. The office door squeaked open behind me. “Lori,” Mrs. Vader called. “Did you want to talk?” Noooooooo. Nothing like that. I’d only gone into her office and tried to start a conversation. Mrs. Vader had three sons. She didn’t know how to talk to a girl. My mother had died in a boating accident alone on the lake when I was four. I didn’t know how to talk to a woman. Any convo between Mrs. Vader and me was doomed from the start. “No, why?” I asked without turning around. I’d been galloping down the wooden steps, but now I stepped very carefully, looking down, as if I needed to examine every footfall so I wouldn’t trip. “Watch out around the boys,” she warned me. I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers, toodle-dee-doo, dismissing her. Those boys were harmless. Those boys had better watch out for me.

And so we rolled East, I more devastated than braced with the satisfaction of my passion, and she glowing with health, her bi-iliac garland still as brief as a lad’s, although she had added two inches to her stature and eight pounds to her weight. We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the nightevery night, every nightthe moment I feigned sleep.

I’m bi, but I usually don’t go for boys. Too much ego, if you know what I mean, but I can appreciate the lovely wherever I see it.

What is it that a child learns who is subjected to abuse? The answer is simple; lots of stuff, very little of which is helpful for later adaptive functioning. They learn that the world is dangerous, unpredictable, harsh, rejecting, and unresponsive. The punitive voices, to which they are exposed, get internalized as their own. They quickly learn that bad and painful things happen because they are “bad.” Therefore, if they were better, such things perhaps would not occur. They learn to blame themselves for the pain in their lives. A little kid will never have the following conversation in their head: “It’s a shame that Mom and Dad are bi-products of dysfunctional family conditions in their own childhoods. Their behavior towards me is a byproduct of their unconscious reactivity to unfortuitous conditioning events that took place in their own lives, and that I serve to reactivate painful conflicts and emotions stemming from their own early development!” I am quite certain that this conversation or its equivalent has never taken place in a child’s head. On the contrary, children blame themselves for the negative circumstances that occur in their lives. They learn to feel that “If I was bigger, stronger, smarter, prettier, or whatever, then such things would not occur.” The child learns that their lack of acceptance by their parents must be a function of their own unworthiness and thus strive to become something “better” in order to gain the love and security that is otherwise absent.

Ležal je poleg Kamile, vedel je, da jo neizmerno ljubi, toda v mislih ni bil prisoten. Božal jo je po licu, kot da bi jo božal iz neizmerne daljave, iz nekaj sto kilometrov velike razdalje.

To je jedno od četrdeset pravila. Ako želiš promijeniti odnos na koji se drugi ponašaju prema tebi, najprije bi trebao promijeniti odnos na koji se sam ponašaš prema sebi. Ne naučiš li voljeti sebe, u cijelosti i iskreno, nema načina da možeš biti voljen. Međutim, jednom kad postigneš tu fazu, budi zahvalan za svaki trn koji drugi možda bace na tebe. On je znak da ćeš ubrzo biti obasut ružama.

Svak je tvorac svoje sreće, ali bi nekad i to trebalo žrtvovati za sreću bližnjega.

Fiona Zedde’s entire body of work), and Alyssa Cole’s body of work (Once Ghosted, Twice Shy and How to Find a Princess). There is sporadic representation of bi Black women, such as Talia Hibbert’s Take a Hint, Dani Brown. The self-published options, however, are broader. There’s Chencia C. Higgins’s Things Hoped For and Consolation Gifts, Meka James’s Being Hospitable, J. Nichole’s A Girl Like Me, Christina C. Jones’s Something Like Love, and G. L. Tomas’s Wander This World and The Love Bet.

Svi bi te vodili na kraj sveta, ja bih te vodio na kraj mora, jer je na kraju mora Italija.

my worshipers, the daughter of my dispersed ones,         shall bring my offering.     11  z “On that day  a you shall not be put to shame         because of the deeds by which you have rebelled against me;     for then  b I will remove from your midst         your proudly exultant ones,     and  c you shall no longer be haughty         in my holy mountain.     12 But I will leave in your midst         a people  d humble and lowly.      e They shall seek refuge in the name of the LORD,         13  f those who are left in Israel;     they  g shall do no injustice         and speak no lies,      h nor shall there be found in their mouth         a deceitful tongue.      i For they shall graze and lie down,         and none shall make them afraid.” Israel’s Joy and Restoration     14[†]  j Sing aloud, O daughter of Zion;         shout, O Israel!     Rejoice and exult with all your heart,         O daughter of Jerusalem!     15 The LORD has taken away the judgments against you;         he has cleared away your enemies.      k The King of Israel,  l the LORD, is in your midst;         you shall never again fear evil.     16  z On that day it shall be said to Jerusalem:     “Fear not, O Zion;          m let not your hands grow weak.     17  l The LORD your God is in your midst,          n a mighty one who will save;      o he will rejoice over you with gladness;         he will quiet you by his love;     he will exult over you with loud singing.     18 I will gather those of you who mourn  p for the festival,         so that you will no longer suffer reproach. [3]     19 Behold, at that time  q I will deal         with all your oppressors.     And  r I will save the lame         and gather the outcast,     and I will change  s their shame into  t praise         and renown in all the earth.     20  u At that time I will bring you in,         at the time when I gather you together;     for I will make you renowned and praised         among all the peoples of the earth,      v when I restore your fortunes         before your eyes,” says the LORD.

Pa dobro. Bilo bi isto da se opet sretnemo. Ili čak i da se ne sretnemo. Ljubav koja se ne može iskoristiti, ljubav koja zna svoje mesto. (Neki bi rekli, ljubav koja nije realna, jer se nikada ne bi izložila opasnosti da joj zavrnu šiju, da o njoj pričaju neslane viceve, niti da se tužno istroši). Ljubav koja ništa ne rizikuje, a ipak živi, kap po kap, kao podzemna žila. S težinom ove nove tišine, s takvim pečatom.

Living with naked faith in the naked word of God is neither fideistic sentimentality, nor an uncritical hermeneutic of scripture. It is the unfathomable spiritual depth of Palmer, a young woman who turns the grief over the death of her children into loving service to thousands. Naked faith is the commitment of Christians to say yes to God’s call to mission, even though it means sacrifice: pastoring bi-vocationally so that one can serve among the urban and rural poor, choosing to plant a new congregation in the inner city rather than a booming suburb. It means saying yes to God’s call even though one’s denomination has no systems to contain new monastic communities or to ordain those who are called to unpaid service in such communities. It means creating new paradigms of ministry to reach people the church has turned away. This kind of naked faith is at the heart of the new monasticism.

No, they were," Avery said, clearly confusing her. As he waited for someone to answer the phone, he gave Janice his most cocky grin, a very clear watch-me-get-what-I-want expression. "La Bella Luna, can I help you?" The deep rich timbre turned him on instantly, and his gaze strayed to the corner of his desk, Janice completely forgotten. "Good Morning, this is Avery Adams. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Kane's voice again. Avery thought about Kane's hands and how competently he'd handled that bottle of wine. He imagined them using the same care as he picked up the phone from the cradle. The air in the room sizzled, his heartbeat picked up, and his body grew hard with need. He had never in his life been so immediately taken with another. Avery prayed Kane might be at least bi-sexual. Straight men were much harder to work into his bed—not impossible, but harder—and he definitely wanted Kane Dalton in his bed. "Hello, Mr. Adams. This Kane Dalton, would you prefer I transfer this call to someone else?" The soothing voice on the other end of the phone became tense. "No, you're who I was hoping to speak with. It seems you and I may have gotten off on the wrong foot, and I'd like to set things right between us," Avery said, adjusting his gaze to stare out the open window. "I have no issue with you, sir," Kane responded back immediately. "There's a large bouquet of rather expensive lilies sitting in my office that might say otherwise." He cut his eyes back to the flowers on the small conference table. Kane didn't respond this time, there was just silence. Good. Kane got a taste of his own medicine. "Listen, I'd like to book a regular table in your restaurant a couple of days a week. It doesn't have to be the same days each week, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself a few nights ago and got reacquainted with several families from my youth." He was met with more silence, then he heard the rustle of pages being turned. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I just don't have—" "I'll make it worth your while." Avery cut him off, his eyes still on the flowers, but seeing the man who sent them instead of the lovely blooms. "It's not that, sir. We're just incredibly booked." Kane started with the excuses again, but Avery wasn't taking no for an answer. "Please lose the sir. My name's Avery. I'd like you to use it." Avery's voice turned lower and huskier as he spoke from his deepest desires. "Avery," Kane said as if testing the word. "We don't have the space available. We're booked solidly for several months." "No one's that booked," Avery called him on the lie, and left it right there between them. After a long extended pause, Kane finally answered, "You're right, let's get you in Monday and Wednesday evenings. Does that suit you?" "You sure do," Avery said. Now that he'd managed a firm reservation, it was time to draw Kane in. Not surprisingly, he was met with silence. "I'll take whatever days you offer." In fact, I'll take whatever you are willing to give. As the thought faded, Avery realized those were actually terrible days to be seen out and about. "Seven o'clock?" Kane asked, ignoring everything he said. "Whatever works," Avery replied. "All right, would you like to come in tomorrow night?" Kane asked. His tone was back to all business. "Absolutely!

Ryan nuzzled his cheek, and when he spoke, there was nothing but raw honesty in his voice. “You do know I love you, right?” James stared in front of him, unseeing. God, didn’t Ryan realize how much worse his words made him feel? It was like seeing a tantalizing glimpse of what-could-have-been if things had been just a little different if only Ryan had been even a little bi-curious. He knew Ryan was as attached to him as he was to Ryan. The only difference between them was their sexuality: while his attachment had shifted into a sexual, romantic one, Ryan’s remained platonic and brotherly—but it didn’t mean it was weaker or less.

Nepostojeći korak između iskušenja i akcije je bit grijeha. Nepostojeći korak je korak debate. Naš neuspjeh da uspostavimo, ili da uspostavimo u potpunosti i iz sveg srca, tu internu debatu između dobra i zla, uzrok je zlih postupaka koji čine grijeh. Da bi se održale te interne debate treba raditi. One traže vrijeme i energiju, a ako ih shvatimo ozbiljno, obično osjetimo potrebu da izaberemo težu stazu. Voditi debatu znači otvoriti se borbi i patnji. Prvobitni grijeh postoji. To je naša lijenost.

Are you in love with him, Leonidis?” “Yes.” Again there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation, and even Day had to admit that he was shocked as shit at his confession. “You never mentioned that Cash was gay,” Jax said. “I know.” “Leo, what are you doing? Falling for a straight man, and your partner at that?” His brother tried to make eye contact with him. Day finally looked into his brother’s eyes, soft hazel ones that matched his own, and told him. “He loves me back. Straight, gay, bi, goddamn tranny…whatever he is. That man loves me too. He just hasn’t said it yet,” Day took another sip, “but he will.” Day was relieved his brother left that subject alone.

Kako izgleda vase vođenje ljubavi? Ako pogledate način na koji vodite ljubav, i sami ćete osetiti da je dosadno. Ženi je to naročito dosadno, jer muškarac završi za dva do tri minuta, a ona još nije ni počela. Ljubav ne bi trebalo da bude neka iznenadna akcija kada vi samo zgrabite ženu. Ta akcija udri i beži nije ljubav. Ljubavi je potreban uvod (...) Morate da budete svesni da je žena sposobna da doživi više orgazama, zato što ona ne gubi energiju uopšte. Muškarčeva seksualnost je lokalna, kao lokalna anestezija. Telo žene je seksualno u celini, i ako njeno celo telo ne počne da podrhtava od užitka, ako svaka ćelija njenog tela nije uključena ona ne može da doživi orgazmičnu eksploziju. Vaš slučaj u kome je muškarac dosadan nije jedinstven, to je slučaj sa skoro 99% žena širom sveta. Žena ne bi trebalo da bude ispod muškarca. Kao prvo, to je ružno - muškarac ima jače telo, žena je nežnija. Drugo, muškarac mora da bude tih, ne sme da bude aktivan, da ne bi doživeio orgazam za dva minuta. Vi budite partner koji nije aktivan, to prepustite njoj. Dozvolite joj da oslobodi svoje inhibicije. Ona ne treba da se ponašakao dama, već kao prava žena. Damu je stvorio muškarac, ženu je stvorilo postojanje. A vi treba da popunite praznine između njenih orgazama. Te praznine mogu da se popune samo na jedan način, a to je da vi ne budete aktivni, da ostanete tihi i uživate u njenom ludilu. Vi treba da završite igru svojim orgazmom, a ne da je započnete njime.

I sometimes have sex with men, too, and not in a ‘it’s just a phase’ fashion. I do consider myself bi. And what might concern you more, considering that Jack has so far been a firm believer in loving just the ladies, is that I’m into BDSM. Mostly the ‘S’ and ‘M’ parts of the acronym, but it’s a wide playing field, and I’ve spent my time rolling around in the various corners. While I’m not opposed to switching things up sometimes, I’m most at home being on the controlling end of business, if you get what I mean.” “I think I do.” And I think my ovaries just exploded.

Kada dodje, imaće lice tudjina da bi se sakrio od mene.

-§ But just because we grew up in that kind of a culture does not mean we need to keep creating it in our present relationship. I recommend we ask different questions, like, “How could I make your life more wonderful?” and “Would you like to know how you could make my life more wonderful?” and “What are your needs right now?” and “Would you like to know what I need right now?” Now if none of this appeals to you because you prefer a relation-dinghy to a relationship, here are some suggestion to help you prevent your relation-dinghy from growing into a relationship: 1. Keep your attention focused at all times on who is right or wrong in a discussion, fair or unfair in a negotiation, selfish or unselfish in giving (it helps to keep a list of who has done what for whom), kind or cruel in their tone of voice, rude or polite in their mannerisms, sloppy or neat in their dress, and so on. Be careful not to realize that your attempt to be right is really an attempt to protect yourself from thinking you are wrong and then feeling shame. 2. If you need some support for this I recommend certain selfhelp groups who can give you the latest scoops on the most powerful, politically correct labels with which to overpower and confuse your partner. Members of these groups will collude with you in validating that your partner really is a man or woman who is commitment-phobic, emotionally unavailable, counterdependant, needy, spiritually unevolved, dysfunctional, immature, judgmental, sinful, bi-polar, OCD, clinically depressed, or adult-onset ADD. It is important to keep your consciousness filled with such terminology to prevent any fondness from developing. This also helps in keeping you caught in the “paralysis of analysis” and clueless about what you or your partner are needing from each other. 3. Adopt this test for love: If your partner really loves you, he or she will always know what you want even before you know—and then give it to you without your having to go through the humiliation of actually asking for it. And your partner will do this regardless of the sacrifice it requires. If your partner does not give you what you want, choose to believe it means he or she does not love you. 4. Ask for what you do not want instead of what you do want. I heard of a man who asked his wife to stop spending so much money shopping. She took up gambling on the internet. 5. In case your relationdinghy starts to grow, here are a few torpedoes guaranteed to sink it again: “It hurts me when you say that.” “I feel sad because you…fill in the blank (won’t say ‘I love you,’ or ‘I’m sorry,’ or won’t have sex, or won’t marry me, etc.)” If you really want to choke the life out of any relationship meditate on “I need you.” Then you will know how I felt for about thirtyfive years of my life. I felt like a drowning swimmer and I would grab hold of anyone who came near me and try to use them as a life raft. Now I want relationships to be flowers for my table instead of air for my lungs. When I Come Gently To You by Ruth Bebermeyer When I come gently to you I want you to see It’s not to get myself from you, it’s just to give you me. I know that you can’t give me me, no matter what you do. All I ever want from you is you. I know your fear of fences, your pain from prisons past. I’m not the first to sense it and I’m plainly not the last. The hawk within your heart’s not bound to earth by fence of mine, Unless you aren’t aware that you can fly. When I come gently to you I’d like you to know I come not to trespass your space, I want to touch and grow. When your space and my space meet, each is not less but more. We make our space that wasn’t space before. Chapter HEALING THE BLAME THAT BLINDS

Christianity has a certain dramatic quality that involves a danger of individualism and deviation; Islam for its part "sought to avoid" this risk by tending toward equilibrium, whence the opposite danger, that of platitude; to speak of form is to speak of limit and at the same time of the possibility of error. Christianity aims to teach a unique and incomparable fact; its foundation is miracle. Islam on the other hand aims to teach only what every religion essentially teaches; it is like a diagram of every possible religion; its foundation is the self-evident. In Islam the idea is every-thing; a Muslim would not dream of dissociating the truth of the idea from its salvific effectiveness; but in Christianity it is the mediator, the miracle, the unique fact that takes precedence over everything else; the mediator is here the criterion of truth, as we said above: the miracle, which proves his superhuman quality, serves as evidence by opening the heart to grace. By its form Christianity is a predestined support of the way of love; Islam for its part is allied by its form to gnosis, for its pivot is universal truth (the Shahādah), and it conceives the love of God in relation to the knowledge of Unity. The Muslim saint is essentially a "knower by God" (ārif bi Llāh), and love appears above all as the half-human, half-heavenly savor of knowledge. Essentially all religions include decisive truths, mediators, and miracles, but the disposition of these elements, the play of proportions, can vary according to the conditions of the revelation and its human receptacles.

Muskarac i zena su uvek Potpuno Iskreni kad god NESTO kazu jedno drugom. Oni nikad ne bi pomislili da kazu jedno drugom SVE.

I have never, nor will I ever, have an issue with anyone’s sexuality. Gay, straight, bi, lesbian, it doesn’t matter to me. I believe everyone has a right to find their own happiness. I would never ridicule or stand in the way of love,

Leo ni siku ya kumbukumbu ya giza lililoingia katika familia ya Enock Maregesi. Tarehe 4/11/14 ni siku nuru ya mwanga wa maisha ya nyanya yangu mpenzi Bi Martha Maregesi ilipozimika huko Musoma. Leo ni miaka miwili ametimiza akiwa kimya kabisa! Sikisikii tena kicheko chake wala siisikii tena hekima yake! Familia yake inamkumbuka sana. Palipokuwa kwake ni nyumbani kwetu. Hatuwezi kusahau upendo wake na umuhimu wake kwetu. Tulimpenda sana, lakini Mungu wa mbinguni alimpenda zaidi.

Please don’t.” Ash raised a hand to Cael’s cheek and wiped a tear away. “I hate to see you like this.” “You almost got yourself killed. Why? Because I’m your teammate? Your friend? Because I’m the little brother you never had? What exactly am I to you, Ash? Every time I get my hopes up that you might…. You pull away or do something to make me think I’m wrong.” “You’re not wrong.” Cael took hold of Ash’s hand. “Then why can’t we—” “No.” Ash pulled his hand away, and Dex saw his brother’s heart split in two. Dex would have been royally pissed off at Ash for breaking his brother’s heart like this if it weren’t for the fact the guy looked equally devastated. What Dex couldn’t understand was why? Ash obviously felt something more for Cael than friendship. Dex could see how much he wanted to be with Cael. So why wasn’t he? “I’m sorry, Cael. I can’t.” “Because you’re not gay? Bi? Whatever you want to call the fact you feel something for me? For fuck’s sake, Ash. You’re lying in a hospital bed after surgery for taking a bullet for me. How can that be harder than telling me the truth? I love you.” Ash

Pride Soc isn't just about doing queer staff,' Sunil continued, and that got him some laughs, 'It's not been about finding potential hook-ups. No, it's about the relationships we form here. Friendship, love and support while we're all trying to survive and thrive in a world that often doesn't feel like it was made for us. Whether you're gay, lesbian, bi, pan, trans, intersex, non-binary, asexual, romantic, queer, or however you identify - most of us here felt a sense of belonging while we were growing up, But we're all here for each other

Rather than being “this not that,” I am this and that. . . . I’ve felt like a blossoming flower. As I become more fully me and as I’m more comfortable with each petal of my identity, I open myself up and look into the sun . . . as someone who identifies as bisexual and does see the world on a multitude of planes, my intellect and creativity, my head and my heart, are just further parallels of how I am able to find myself attracted to and love both men and women.

Sve što mi Otac daje, doći će k meni i neću odbaciti onoga koji mi dođe. Jovan 6:37 Riječ neću je snažno naglašena u grčkom tekstu gdje doslovno piše: onoga koji dolazi k meni neću, neću odbaciti. U grčkom se ponekad koriste dve negacije da bi se postigla silina izraza. Hristos kaže "Potpuno je sigurno da ga nikad, baš nikad neću odbaciti." Ali ja sam veliki grešnik, ti kažeš. "Neću te istjerati napolje" kaže Hristos. Ali ja sam stari grešnik, ti kažeš. "Neću te istjerati napolje" kaže Hristos. Ali ja sam okoreli grešnik, ti kažeš. "Neću te istjerati napolje" kaže Hristos. Ali ja sam grešnik koji sam otpao, kažeš ti. "Neću te istjerati napolje" kaže Hristos. Ali ja sam sve moje dane služio Sotoni, ti kažeš. "Neću te istjerati napolje" Hristos kaže. Ali ja sam sagrešio protiv svjetla, ti kažeš. "Neću te istjerati napolje" kaže Hristos. Ali ja sam sagrešio protiv milosti, kažeš ti. Neću te istjerati napolje" kaže Hristos. Ali ja nema dobroga da ponesem sa mnom, kažeš ti. Neću te istjerati napolje" Hristos kaže.

This is what the fuck you do! You go have a baby by the next nigga, but kill my fuckin’ seed! Bi….. You ain’t shit! Don’t ever in your muthafuckin’ life say shit to me again.

The study found 11 positive aspects of being bisexual: “freedom from social labels, honesty and authenticity, having a unique perspective, increased levels of insight and awareness, freedom to love without regard for sex/gender, freedom to explore relationships, freedom of sexual expression, acceptance of diversity, belonging to a community, understanding privilege and oppression, and becoming an advocate/activist.

Specifically, participants said they cherished five types of freedom that came from being bisexual, including the freedom to love without regard for biological sex or gender, freedom from social labels and gender roles, freedom to explore diverse relationships and experiences like consensual nonmonogamy, and freedom of sexual expression. Finally, participants stated they experienced “freedom to live authentically and honestly.