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| Why do rappers have 2 put so many sluts on there music vids? I love rap and hip-hop and it's so hard 4o me 2 sit there and watch the video when half the time they show half naked women on there. Black women mostly! For instance Lollipop by Lil Wayne. Probably best song ever but worst music vid! |
| because Sex sells. It's sad but true. Just like how 99% of horror flicks have to have a sex scene |
| Will you comment on a chapter of my story? I'm writing a story and there's a chapter where the main character almost gets raped. Keep in mind that I'm thirteen and have never been in this type of situation, so I'm groping in the dark. The girl is 15 and the guy is 17, just to let you know. Hope you enjoy. Comment! “Hey, Eric, I want to show you something.” I was leading him into the alley. All I needed was five minutes before Mom picks me up. I just needed to let out all the frustration from Eliza. It was just going to be five minutes. Five minutes of being a stupid teenage girl like everyone else. “What is it?” Eric Andrewson asked me. He looked like he was trying to be nonchalant but I saw the excited gleam in his blue eyes, like he wanted more. I led him to the back of the dark, dank alley: No windows, doors, people, but most importantly, interruptions. I positioned him in front of me, hands on his shoulders. I took a good look at him-same dreamy blue eyes and black hair as this morning- then I made my move. His lips were so soft and tender, moving slowly with mine, but passionately. Our lips moved together like a couple doing the waltz; he led, I followed, trying to restrain myself from going further. I didn’t want to go past first base tonight. This will mean nothing to him, he’s kissed plenty of girls in his life. My body pressed closer against his, pushing his spine into the bricks. We began sliding down the wall, closer and closer to the concrete bottom. Then I saw it. Eric was laying on the ground, blood oozing out of the three bullet holes in his chest and the hole through his head. I stood off to the side, slipping the slim silver gun back into my boot, just like earlier. My lips jerked off for a moment,, but Eric was getting more forceful, pressing my curves closer to him. I could feel his one hand undoing the belt around his waist, the other making sure I didn’t leave. No, this is enough. I tried moving away but he was too strong, too powerful for me. He jerked off his pants then undergarments, exposed. I was squirming now, trying to get away from his prying hands. He was halfway done my shirt buttons already. I wanted to scream, both in pleasure and fear. His hand was fumbling a lot, trying to undo the last button with one hand. And then he was done. I was sitting in an alley, pale, cold, scared, and shirtless, with a naked man. Just like the sluts that get thrown out of high school. My cell phone went off: Mom. She was wondering where I was, why her fifteen year old little girl wasn’t waiting for her. This was when Eric stopped French kissing me. He reached into my jean pocket and pulled out my cell phone in the blink of an eye. Damn, this boy is fast. “We don’t need this distraction, do we, Juliet?” he threw my still-ringing phone at the wall. An even more convenient way to silence your cell phone. His blue eyes caught my hazel. I probably looked scared, worried, fearful. He looked… hungry. In a swift movement, like he’d done it many times before, Eric undid my B-Cup bra. I scrunched my eyes, not wanting to see his expression. I felt his hand gently cup my breast, then let it go, bouncing softly in the may breeze. I was trying so hard not to feel anything, not to feel everything. Squinting, I could see Eric blindly undoing his button down shirt His eyes didn’t leave my body. A single tear formed in my right eye. I blinked, letting it fall down my face freely. Eric used his thumb to wipe it off. I saw him suck on his thumb, savoring the taste of a crying freshman. He still stared at me, his eyes flickering to my naked breasts, then private area. Back and forth, with an occasional glance at my face, my blonde curls, my hazel eyes, my terrified expression. I crossed my eyes over my breasts and pulled my legs up to my chin. My body language screamed NO! I stared at him, trying to make him feel ashamed. He just stared back, wanting more. He began to lean in, coming closer and closer, his eyes solely trained on my curves. I scooted back, my skin pressing against the wall. I felt something cold rub against my leg. The gun! I still have dad’s gun! My hand flew to my boot but my eyes stayed on Eric. Don’t want to be caught this close to freedom. My arm brushed against his as I grasped the small but powerful gun and began pulling it out. That was enough to distract him for three seconds. He looked at the gun, my face, the gun, my face. Back and forth for an eternity. He flashed me a grin, probably thinking ‘This freshman wouldn’t dare shoot a junior.’ I was too scared to make a sound at all. He was huge, probably capable of breaking every bone in my body. I grasped the gun tight, then whipped it out, aimed it at Eric’s face, pulled the trigger. We both shut our eyes tight and BAM! No more Eric. The gun jerked in my hands, thrusting my head back against the wall in a painful snap. After the shoot there was no sound other than the distant traffic on the main road. I opened my eyelids slowly a |
| It was interesting and decently written... third person to answer: you shouldnt be so unneccesarily brutal and judgemental WHY DO I CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU THINK? Stupid scene guys... you keep writing! |
| Is my sister nuts or what? my sister mairred this man i call him john10 months ago they only knew each other 3 months before they mairred,i beged her not to marry so fast but she said hes sooooooooooooo good to her and her 12 year old son,ya,right!when they first met he put her into a beautiful condo! gave her a new beautiful truck! with mags to die for! he would buy her shoes for over 100.00$ or more she has at least 25 pair since she met him.sounds good right? well wrong! now after being mairred for 10 months he put her into a small apartment,took the car back to the dealership,took back some of her clothes he got her.sold her beautiful ring he gave her for mairrage.calls her all kinds of names from sluts to whatever, now she found out he,s a drunk, looks at porn on the internet/she found pics of naked women in his room.she said when they met he told her he was a good christian man for her and her son! yea right! he,s a 64year old white male she,s a beautiful 50 year old black female who looks in her 20,s,he tell,s her he loves her,then the next day she,s a tramp,slut,and everything you can think of.everytime she tells him she want,s a divorce he takes her shopping,then after he buys whats she wants he calls her a tramp etc. he,s one sick puppy if you ask me!he calls a black man *******, he hates white women, he loves white men, and loves black women,how sick is that!im in shock about this man,i have never heard of such a evil person like this in my life!he seems to me to be a real devil!my sister has left him finally but they still talk everyday,she says he will change, well i say he,s to old to change! oh she also found out that he has a 9year old mixed daugther by a stripper! and the babys momma told her he loves women of the night!is this creppy or what?someone plz give my sister some excellent advice on what to do. i say run and don,t look back! what do you think, am i wrong for telling her to leave this old creep? |
| No your not wrong you're just doing what a sister is suppose to do. Sounds like he's just going to keep trying to lure her in a keep treating her the same way. She should defiantly stay away from him. And the next time she dates she should take the time to get to know the person. Even if he got paint on, his true colors will show over time. |
| My sister's turning into a slut and a druggie and she's 13! What can I do to stop this? My sister is 13 and hangs out with all the wrong people, the slutty scene girls that fail school. She's been in 3 fights at school in the last 2 years. She smokes weed, takes Adderall, and I found out yesterday she sent a naked picture of herself to a black 19 year old guy from another state she met over Xbox live. I'm afraid for her now, but I'm also afraid she'll start doing even worse stuff in the future, such as heroin, cocaine, and having sex a lot. What can I do to help her? I don't want to have to act like her mother because I'm afraid that'll only push her away, but I need to get her to realize she's making all the wrong choices. |
| wow. you gotta tell your mom and dad. you dont need to tell them about it all, but the weed stuff is important, you can use weed respnsibily, but not when your 13. If your afraid of her using heroin then you gotta tell her how dangerous it is. unlike weed it isnt a drug you can play with, it litteraly controls your life, most of them that become addicts say to themselfs that they ill use it responsibely, but the addiction for heroin is very strong. and im serious. here i will send you a link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOPOK24g9Cc remember to tell her how the rest of her life will be wasted if she does not do something now. ( if it is a serious as you tell it is). from Oslo BTW and we got huge heroin problems there, i know what im talking about. as to the slut part i cant help you sorry. |
| (BOYS ONLY) Is this slutty? ok uhm so i have been called a classy slut before... what does that mean? and okay so heres my story.. and im 16 OK so i was at my friends birthday party and she lives across the street from me. so there were 2 other girls there and so at 11 when her parents when to sleep which was on a different floor. we called the boys over. so now there were 5 guys and 3 girls... and well we started a game of truth or dare, and spin the bottle . and during the dare me and the other girls had to be naked in a towel then run out side drop the towel and wave to 3 cars...we did. and then during the spin the bottle i made out with 4/5 of the guys (there all wicked hott, i couldnt say no and quit and look dumb), and the last thing (part of truth or dare) I went into a closet with the hottest guy in my school...quarter back<33. and it was pitch black and we couldnt see anything and we were naked and we made out. ik this sounds kind of bad but, we were just having fun! |
| Classy whore simply means you look good and are an easy lay. Classy whore sounds wonderful and a sexual compliment to the young honey. Many get STD's though especially with unprotected sex with so many males. It really is nothing to be proud of, it is a term amongst the males for a tart you don't need to have a drink first to be with for sex. Please get yourself checked out at the nearest clinic I am sure some will still be open over Christmas. Believe me the hottest guy is probably the most infected with all the sexual diseases you can imagine. Try to learn to value yourself my friend. |
| I dreamt about a girl being raped by her father and I am disturbed.? Incest is something that makes me very uncomfortable. I went through a faze of being utterly disgusted by it and thinking about Freud's theory about incest and our subconscious feelings towards our parents and feeling the need to prove to myself that there is no part of me that is capable of committing incest or any part of me that is sick in the head. I kept thinking things compulsively and making myself worry, it took me a long time to stop worrying and get over this. A few nights ago I had a dream that I was going past this house and this gothic girl with black hair and lots of tattoos, really sexy, was laying there naked on her bed and i was thinking why doesn't she put some clothes on, shes such a slut and I was intimidated by how sexy she was and there were boys around who liked her and I was thinking she had no respect for herself, I kept going past and she was always laying on her bed naked so people in the street could see her in full view, then I was in her room and she was sad and a man came in and started having sex with her and she was crying and disgusted and somehow I knew it was her dad! I was thinking why is he doing that and I was distressed and disgusted, Im not sure if my mum was there for a moment and saw it to and I was asking her why he would do that (the man looked nothing like my dad at all and was, in my dream, a completely different person)...The person im thinking might have been my mum was probably the gils friend because in the dream her friend was there and was disgusted by it to and then I looked again and the friend was in between them and they were having a three way and I was like why would she join in??? however, the thing that worries me is that the girl had black hair and I dye mine black to and I want tattoos, Im not sure if that's relevant or if its just because I was jealous of her earlier in the dream as that's the kind of gothic look I think is sexy on women, I dint want as many tattoos as she had. Anyway its made me worry again that this means something about my mind and I keep wondering why incest has such dominance in my mind? i find it disgusting and the thought that anyone could want their parents or siblings and I worry that part of me is sick. Why do I keep worrying about this? why does it keep coming up in my head? I know this dream is muddled and im unsure of parts and might be getting mixed up but the general subject keeps worrying me. |
| Your dream isn't about incest per se. Really it's about your own ambivalence toward sex, and toward yourself as a sexual being. Incest is only your dream's way of representing the "Ewww!" aspect of sex. You want to be the goth girl ("black hair and lots of tattoos, really sexy... I dye mine black to and I want tattoos... I was jealous"), but you're afraid to be her ("I was intimidated by how sexy she was... I dint want as many tattoos as she had"). Her frank sexuality ("really sexy... laying there naked on her bed") makes her popular ("there were boys around who liked her") but also exposes her to public censure ("people in the street could see her in full view"). You are captivated by the goth girl. At first you keep your distance ("I was going past this house... I kept going past"), and condemn her as aggressively brazen ("why doesn't she put some clothes on, shes such a slut... she had no respect for herself"), but suddenly you and she are together ("then I was in her room") and she appears to be weak and passive ("she was sad... a man came in and started having sex with her"). You are repulsed ("I was distressed and disgusted") and confused ("why is he doing that") by what happens, yet continue to watch. You ask your mother to explain ("my mum was there for a moment and saw it to... I was asking her why he would do that"). She doesn't. She becomes a girlfriend ("my mum was probably the gils friend") who, like you, is disgusted by the act ("her friend was there and was disgusted by it to"), yet at the first opportunity she begins to participate ("then I looked again and the friend was in between them and they were having a three way"), which adds to your confusion ("why would she join in???"). Curiously, in your dream you never question the motives of the goth girl. Either you know them already, or they aren't important. Probably this dream has incorporated an old, forgotten memory, and maybe a recent, disturbing experience, to persuasively illustrate your ambivalence about sex to you. It's not uncommon for parents to be "surprised" in the bedroom by young guyren, who of course aren't able to understand what they've seen. The father engaging in sex, and your (transformed) mother joining him, are no doubt the shadow of such a memory, conflated perhaps with a second perfectly innocent memory of the three of you snuggling in the big bed on a lazy Sunday morning. Your confusion in the dream ("why is he doing that... why would she join in???") probably recalls the emotion of that early experience. Probably too you're inexperienced sexually, and have a bad experience of a boy pressuring you to have sex, maybe against your better judgment, then dropping you after you did ("there were boys around who liked her... I was thinking why is he doing that... laying on her bed naked... why doesn't she put some clothes on... I was distressed... crying and disgusted... such a slut... no respect for herself... why he would do that"). Or, you may have been impressed by a girlfriend's callous treatment, yet wondered how she could have let it happen ("such a slut... why would she join in???"). In any case, your dream represented sex as horribly as it could ("I went through a faze of being utterly disgusted by [incest]"), represented your own sexuality, and the danger you fear it poses, as the goth girl (whose sexiness you envy, but whose sexuality you fear). The "three way" suggests a further complicating element. You may be ambivalent about some of your relationships with your girlfriends, wondering whether one or another could develop into more than ordinary friendship, or worried that they could. (Eek!) The goth girl could represent an aspect of you, or a potential you, but she could also represent a girl, or a type of girl, that attracts and fascinates you ("I was going past this house... I kept going past... then I was in her room") as a potential sexual partner ("really sexy, ...laying there naked on her bed"). Your dream permits you to explore this idea without acknowledging it by substituting a friend, "her friend" and not yours, who engages in sex with the goth girl and/or the man without your knowledge or assent ("I looked again and the friend was in between them and they were having a three way"). Very disturbing for you personally, I'm sure, but really very ordinary. u |
| Why CAN'T I just get over it??? I cant let go of the fact that, like most males, my bf enjoys porn. It hurts my feelings that hes always online and looks at other naked girls. Especially since theyre all white and I'm PuertoRican/Black. We had an aweosme sex life, for a while, now there isnt one. My last relationship was all about the sex, and I told myself I didn't want that but now I have nothing. Why cant I be enough for him? what can porn do for him that I cant?. Ive talked to him, cried about it and he still continues to do it. I dont mean to nag on him but I guess I dont know how to deal. I know everytime I gone hes looking and it makes me sick...I have never had a problem satisfying anyone, and have never had a problem 'getting any'. Im not a slut, im not a cheater. I know everyone says isn't better that he's not out there WITH other girls but I don't think so. If he cheated on me I think I would have a better reason to leave and get over him. I dont want to leave him tho I just want things to be better. |
| hmmm...well most guys watch porn. I am sorry but....i would rather have sex with my girl then watch a porno. I usualy watch porn because either my girlfriend doesnt want to give me any or i am horny as hell and my girl not around. I guess he get really turned on with porn, ppl can get addicted to porn just like smoking. It hard to make people stop.I guess you can try to do is to fullfill his fantasy. Um...try to *uck him a lot more, and if that doesnt work, i guess you should just leave him and find somebody that would rather have you then a porno. |
| Can someone give me advice on my paper? I am supposed to choose two works of art and discuss how the artists express his/her idea of vice and virtue through them, and also compare and contrast. I chose Black Snake Moan and Candy. I am also supposed to answer these questions: How have the arts we covered in this course helped to form or examine American values?How do these works express an American voice? The film, Black Snake Moan and the excerpt from Candy both addresses concepts of vice and virtue by illustrating the lives of girls who were victims of rape. In Black Snake Moan, Rae was sexually abused by her step-father as a guy. Similarly, Candy was forced to have sex with her uncle in a hospital room. Both girls’ traumatic experiences lead them to behave in an unfavorable manner later on in their lives. By denouncing the lifestyle that these girls live, the authors express that the opposite lifestyle is what Americans find virtuous. First of all, innocence is a virtue because it shapes the mold for ethical people. Guyhood is the essential period where guyren grow to develop an understanding for appropriate behavior and social cues. For Rae and Candy, their innocence were corrupted by sex as young girls; thus, their perspective of what is right and wrong is skewed. Sex then, is portrayed as a vice by the authors. It destroys these girls’ self-worth, their rationality, and also relationships with other people. It has caused them to deviate from the path that society deems virtuous, one which is monogamy. Black Snake Moan illustrates how Americans respect monogamy by showing how ghastly life is when one deviates from it. Because Rae is willing to have sex with multiple people, she is stigmatized as a slut. She gets taken advantage of constantly, such as when she is playing football and a random guy ***** her right there on the grass. She is not respected for that, thus she gets beaten up by Ronnie‘s best friend because her behavior disgusts him. The author then shows society pulling her back on the virtuous path by having Lazarus set her straight by physically restraining her from having sex and also having the reverend talk her out of her bad habits. At the end of the movie, Rae marries Ronnie because she realizes that he is her “heaven.” By having her marry at the end, the author implies that marriage is the solution; marriage is what will make you happy; marriage is virtuous. Candy doesn’t really depict marriage as a virtue, but it does imply that isolation is a vice. Though her intentions originate out of kindness, she doesn’t know that kindness has some boundaries. The isolation blinds her from seeing that strangers can potentially harm her, so she doesn‘t consider her safety, rather only his feelings, when allowing the hunchback into her home. It seems as if no one was ever in Candy’s life (at least anyone with moral values) to guide her along the virtuous path. In one scene, she seems to vent out her anger and frustration when the hunchback’s hump initiates a flashback of her, “own precious buttocks, naked and upraised, gleaming white, and thrusting downwards, as she had been made to do in giving herself to her Uncle Jack,” (158). The flashback changes Candy’s attitude from someone who is sweet and kind to someone who has lost their mind. Her outbursts proves that she is not able to get past that situation nor forgive herself or her Uncle Jack possibly because she was not able to talk about her experience with anyone. Readers can conclude that she hasn‘t been able to forgive herself because she constantly expresses that, “it’s [her] own fault,” (152). Consequently, she continues to willingly submit herself to sex with the hunchback even if it is not what she wants. Rae also experiences the vice of isolation. When she was raped by her step-father, her mother was not there to stop what was happening, neither did she try to offer any condolences. Therefore, the lack of support causes her to become a slut. Both her and Candy did not know how to react to what had happened to them because no one was there to guide them. The trauma then manifests itself into the irrational behavior they now exhibit. However, Rae finds Ronnie to end her isolation. Thus, love is also a virtue since it is the love she has for him that gives her the will to start a new virtuous path. As for Candy, she still is unsettled because in the end she is still left alone. The author portrays that companionship is a virtue; it is what Candy needs as she displays disappointment when, “she had forgotten to have [her and the hunchback] exchange names,” (159). She longs for communication, maybe even disclosure, from having a companion. The authors of Black Snake Moan and Candy have the same ideas of vice and virtue that comes out of being victims of rape. Black Snake Moan, however, goes deeper into other qualities than does Candy, but both reveal that Americans value the presence of others and the respect that others will give their bodies. The arts cover |
| Pretty explicit for a thesis and paper subject in general as far as art and media's representation of sex goes. I'd say it comes together pretty well overall, and I think the only thing tat might need critiquing is the way it sort of bounces around...I can't really put my finger on it, but when I was reading it I seemed to have to go back and rehash what I already read because I didn't quite realize if it was referring to one movie or the other. Those were strange movies, not my type, but the paper did present them for how they correlated to what you wanted to present. Goodjob~ |
| That B**CH!! can i sue all three of them for attacking me? OK so well this all happened yesterday but i still need advice!!!! ~~~~~~~ OK so well i'm 16 and in hs and i live in des moines iowa... basically whats been happening is i thought my BF cheated on me with this black sl*t named macy banks and i posted stuff on facebook all over both there walls so everyone would know, and anyway it turned out that he couldnt possibly have cheated with her so i felt super bad but we stayed together... anyway then SHE started talking all this sh** about me to everyone even my parents. we got in a fistfight which result in me getting almost suspended from school and she started it and pretended to be hurt. then she put up fliers about me on lockers saying i was a lesbo sub thek. so as a joke i got this picture of a naked girl and cut macy's head off in paint and put it on the naked girls body on put that on facebook saying it was a pic she sent this dumb girl megan who i also don't like's bf. It was a joke and i didnt really care. anyway she told me she planned to hang herself or have be arrested and megan said she would slit my throat and her wrists to kill herself to if i didnt take it down so i did. then megan and her dumb miexcan friend ashley tagged "SLUT" on the back of my car and send me a msg on fb saying they would get revenge on me even if it meant them getting arrest i also cut myself and showed it to the principle saying macy dd it but they didnt buy it. then i threatened to hang myself to mac and she said so what go ahead, anyway that was two days ago. today its Wednedsay and its soooo cold here. Well I was coming back from lunch and i saw the stupid black b*tch in the parking lot, she started coming near me and she looked ok so i thought maybe shed apologize. but she had a sonic cup in her hand full of ice water and she THREW IT DIRECTLY ON ME!!! and then ran away. it was 9 here today. i just stood there and i screamed and i was literally in pain from the cold mrino and i immediately ran in my car and went home.. and now im here and wondering falls then can i sue her. or can i forge a hospital bill to make her think i was hurt so she has to pay the cost.? i wrote on her fb threatning to burn her house down bc i am so mad. she has caused me so much trouble over the last months i just cant stand it anymore. i really have never done this before and i need help NOW. i had nothing to do with this and she just wants to start drama so PLEASE help. thanks |
| Blake is so right. By ranting on is only adding fuel to this stupid row. Just ignore the whole situation and it will go away . Start behaving like an adult and this girl will soon back off . You are just making a mountain out of a mole hill |
| I have no idea who my baby daddy is. What do you think? Finding my baby daddy has been quite an adventure. Let me start off by saying that I can be categorized as a free spirited woman not bound the idiocracy of monogamy. Everyday is a fabulous journey and adventure into the world of drug induced confidence. So when I conceived my darling daughter, it came as somewhat of a surprise to say the least. I was exercising my right to have polyamorous relationships at the time which posed the biggest question of all. Who was my baby daddy? Sure, I believe in "once you go black, you never go back", but variety is the spice of life. When I found out the race of my daughter, it surely narrowed the possibilities. Throughout my entire pregnancy, I had had one man fully convinced that he had fathered my guy. I so longed for him to be the father because he was tall, handsome responsible, etc. The only problem was, he was white. Not just any kind of white. He was pale skinned, blue eyed, and blond hair; the works! He put me up in his apartment while he went to work during the day as an accountant. We even set up a nursery. When, my baby came out half black, I told him the color came from my side of the family even though I am also a blonde hair blue eyed individual. For a while he believed me, until her hair started kinking up and her skin began brown more and more. One day when I came home, I found that both my daughter and I had been locked out, for good. I went to my mother's house with a determination to find the baby daddy. There were about 5 other possibilities because she was half black. So, I could immediately rule out the one Asian, and two Hispanic guys. I immediately got to work. I tracked down two guys on facebook. They basically called me out for being slut and really hurt my feelings. I had given up, when one day I got a call from Earl. He said he felt connected to me and he didn't know why. When i revealed the news of his potential daughter, he wept. I couldn't console him over the phone, so I asked that he come over to visit me. I greeted him at the door with only a coat on. When he sat down and cried on the couch, I slowly lowered the coat. My naked body shown to him, one thing led to another....We made passionate love as I wiped away his tears of joy. We did end up getting the DNA test later on that week. He paid for everything and had fully stocked up my daughter on all the necessities. We found out, that he was not the father. The other two possibilities, had pretty much dropped off the face of the earth, so I called the Maury show. Maury would not indulge me because I wasn't trashy-looking enough. The producer told me I was way too good at getting the men to pay for things. I was quite disappointed at this point. Recently, I did get in touch of one of the candidates, but he said he would rather not get involved. So, here I sit with tears streaming down my soft cheeks (facial, not butt). My eyes are red and swollen. I know not the father of my beautiful daughter. I'm thinking that tonight I will go and free myself from the idiocracy of monogamy. |
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