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Okay! Say a wonderful, magnificent thing happened to you, you found your soul mate, the other half of your soul. And that person was all you ever dreamed of, and more, that person was your prayers and longings answered, and you loved said person with everything you are...BUT



That person, your once in a lifetime, will never meet anyone more perfect for you, who understands you on every level, decides that they want a sex change...

Would you still stay with them and be content?



I asked a couple of my gay frinds this and their answer was pretty much "Eew no...i am gay...i am attracted to the same sex", the same was said by a few of my straight friends.



It made me wonder...is love solely based on physical attributes...mainly the one between the legs...and if they were changed...taken away would love no longer be present?



If so, then being in love is so fickle...or have human beings progressed to a point where we ourselves have made it fickle?



I would like to think that what hangs or does not hang on a person wouldn't mean much, not compared to their personality, their morals, beliefs, their soul. And that love...is one of a kind and should be cherished. We should be at the very least grateful to have found someone to connect with on this planet in the little time we have here.



But i can't make myself out to be so honourable and noble, because i haven't been put into that kind of situation. I hope though, i would have the sense and decency to see past the package whatever shape or form it is in, and see the person on the inside. And be grateful.

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Kontradiction
01:29 Aug 05 2008

fuckity!



what a pickle.

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Angelus
00:54 Aug 10 2008

I would, if I were in love again.

To do otherwise would suggest a lack of Love.

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My take on your quandry.

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Sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and think i'm a ghost.

Sometimes i wake up in the morning and think that i'm alive.

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Bones
01:12 Aug 05 2008

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and wonder why I'm alive! ;)

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ishta
01:25 Aug 05 2008

...because of all the alcohol and dodgy food (at least you hope it was food) that you ate the night before?

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There was a girl who could only live on lemonade...or her parents were really old and rubbish and kept giving it to her until the point where she couldn't have anything else...or they were really nice and only gave it to her because they liked her, i can't decide that bit but she could only live on lemonade, if she had anything else she'd die. And her parents were going to die soon too because there was something wrong with them, like their blood was blue or something like that, and she had a brother but he was really stupid so, no one really cared about him they just wanted their little girl to live.



The only trouble is, no one thought about her brother, she was in a bottle but he was on his own. No one thought about him, they just left him. So, he sat by her, her brother, he sat by her in the bottle. And because lemonade helped her eye sight she could see him really clearly through the sides...even though the glass was a thick as a skull. And because it was the countryside, there was nothing for him to eat and nothing for him to buy, and he was starving, she could see that, and there was no one looking after him and because he was a bit stupid he couldn't really look after himself and it kept on raining so he was getting a bit rusty.



She was having an amazing time in the lemonade, but, she knew she had to help him. So she swam to the surface but she couldn't get out, it was too far away, this bottle was too big. She knew she had to do something, he was getting worse and worse and worse, and he was really hungry and thirsty and he started eating grass and puking up all the time.



So she tried to think of some plan for it...but she couldn't, all she knew is that he needed her with him, all she could do is watch him puke his gut up from the other side of the glass. But the bingo! she knew, she started to drink, and she drank and she drank and she drank. And this was a lot of lemonade, enough to last ehr until she died because her parents wanted her to live for ages. So she drank, every last drop until she was in an empty bottle...but that was no good, she still couldn't get out.



But thats okay, because she just waited until she had a big one stored up. Because she'd drunk all the pop, she'd drunk all the lemonade...and then she started to fart. It was slow at first, but then it was really loud and hard and she blew her way out of the bottle straight out the top like a rocket. Then she stopped her brother eating grass and they went and found a really nice little house to live in together, her and her brother. And it turned out drinking all that lemonade had cured her because she never wanted it again...she had orange for the rest of her life.

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borked
00:43 Aug 04 2008

Where is the moral to this fairy tale?

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ishta
00:45 Aug 04 2008

What you saying!? That ain't a fairy tale, thats real life fo shizzy! Autobiographical!!

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nightangelgale
20:42 Jan 11 2009

this was just plain silly but funny

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She tried to recollect feeling happy...

feeling safe...

But she couldn't.



The memories that came forward were of such pain and sorrow.

So much so that it made her heart ache.

That it seemed as though its vibrations lit up the darkness inside her.

Showing her how empty she felt.



And the more she tried to remember happier times. With her family perhaps or childhood memories.

The more stronger the painful and jilted ones came cascading through.

Feeling more severe and bold as the day they had happened.



She was trying so desparately with all she had.

To find reasons to live.

To find a future,

a plan of some sort at the very least.

But there was nothing.



No passion or ambition,

No lust or desire,

She was broken and torn,

Ripped apart,

she felt naked and useless.



She was in a black void,

No walls or floor,

no ceiling.

Perhaps over there she stared up,

a small corner,

far away.



She was standing on a tightrope.

Not moving, never moving.

Just standing there in the same place.

She was so tired of standing there in the same place.

She was so tired of standing.

SHe wanted to sit, better yet to lie down.

But she couldn't.

The tightrope is too thin.



So tired of standing with the blackness all around her, nothing to do.

No one to talk to.

She couldn't even speak, didn't even have her own voice to keep her company.

She wanted so much to fall.

Close her eyes and just fall.

She didn't want to let go.

But she was just so tired.

She couldn't stand any longer.

But if she fell,

There would be no turning back,

No second chance.



And she had no idea what she would fall into.

Would she fall forever?

As soon as she left the tightrope would she cease to exist?

Would someone catch her and take her home?

Or would she fall to the ground?

She didn't even know if there was a ground.

Perhaps she should wait a bit longer.

Keep standing.

Something might happen.

She might find something to lean on.

Maybe start moving again.

She had made her mind up.

Gathering all the will she had left.

Shaking off the cobwebs in her mind.

She would stand a little longer.

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Angelus
00:55 Aug 10 2008

..stand, or crawl: just don't lie down.

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Dark and empty like a useless womb,

Broken and scarred memories tear

through every nerve and cell,

making the past grab you unmercifully

and pull you back into its black and rotting abyss.

Do you remember?