Mama said there'd be...

Two shots down and I feel like I have just enough inspiration to drive me into starting a blog.
With that being said, this first blog is dedicated to my mother; a woman who is still very much alive. I must note that her being a living person shouldn't diminish the magnitude of said dedication.

It has recently occurred to me that she has a thing or two to say that make complete sense. As a rebellious teenager, it was never my place to get along with her or even respect her. However, with age comes wisdom, right? Well, not with everyone, but certainly with me. Hell, I'm wise enough to be aware of the fact that my bloggage may not warrant a single follower.

She told me, "eventually you stop looking for what you want in a person and, instead, start looking for what you don't want."

My best example for this is knowing that a man I dated, and the term, "man," is about as loosely used as political correctness at a KKK meeting, couldn't contain the slightest composure during the opening scenes of the movie, "Shortbus." If you are unfamiliar with this movie, that's fine. Just know that anyone who has ever seen pornography should be comfortable watching the opening scenes of this movie and we all know there isn't a, "man," alive that hasn't seen pornography.

I remember feeling hurt and particularly offended at his dismissal of the movie. I felt as if I was showing a piece of my own artwork that he couldn't care less about. Not only was he distracted but he made it a very strong point to let me know just how uninterested he was. Like he was too much of a man to watch another man try to suck his own dick. Ladies and gentlemen, we are all familiar with the term, "masturbation," are we not?


I have since had my experience with men and women and the criteria I once held so crucially important has dwindled down to merely looking for those things in a person that should not be there in a partner. I do not discriminate by gender; I gauge attraction on more than what may or may not be between a person's legs. However, I maintain that being able to sit through the beginning of the movie, "Shortbus," without giggling, commenting on the wackiness, pretending to vomit or complete dismissal is something I haven't removed from my once-so-long-list of, "what I want in a person."