No, I'm not easy...

         Warning, to those who get squeamish or disturbed by discussions of sex... click "back" on top of your screen.

           I've always been the type of girl to tell you what I was thinking whether or not you asked for my opinion.  The only time I let things slide, is when it came to a guy hitting on me.  I usually thought to myself, "Hey, it's a boost of ego for the day... what's the harm?"  Well the harm is that once you allow the cat calling to begin, it dramatically thickens into sexual innuendo. It goes from a guy saying, "Hey girl you look fine" to "Talk dirty to me to help me out with... (you know the rest).

          Here lately I've become on point on how I introduce myself to another guy.  My slogan, "Hi I'm Amanda and I don't do relationships or hook-ups so don't think about it."  Guys seem to not know how to respond because truth be told, it is a little strong for a first impression.  But it's shows to men that no, I don't want to get serious with you and no that does not mean I want to sleep with you.  YET guys either don't believe me or try to change my ways.  NEWS FLASH: You can't change my belief on love and you damn sure aren't going to get in my pants with out a relationship, but wait I don't do relationships.... get my point?

           I'm tired of the boys who believe they can't fight past my brick wall of self indulgence due to some ungodly ego they have for themselves.  Recently I've become so tired that my feedback is ever so opposite from sweet.  Basically, my goal is to tear these guys down from inside out.  Not the ones who try to get sexual for the first time, but the ones who continually do it thinking that I might just up and change my mind.  I have a couple responses I store at the back of my mind like flashcards, ready for the next ego beat-down I intend to give.  

          1.  Here is one that was used TODAY:  "Listen all this talk about sex makes me realize how much I think you are desperate.  You constantly "hit me up" with dirty things thinking you are making me melt like butter.  Truth is, you are so far from turning me on it's disturbing.  How about you go hit on another girl in your list of "girla I think are easy" because I'm clearly not in that list" 

          2. More of a softer response: "I understand that you find me attractive and a cool girl. BUT I've told you before I don't want to get sexual with anyone right now.  I'm not looking for a relationship which must happen in order for me to get sexual. So please refer to me as just a friend, as I've said before"  

          3. Last one isn't so sweet:  "I think you've made it clear that you've got the hots for me.  But in order for sex to happen, we both have to have the hots for each other.  Don't you think if I found you attractive in any sense, I would have complimented you or at least played along in your little dirty talk games.  In reality, the thought of us together without any clothes on makes me refer back to the time I had mono, when the toilet became my hugging partner.  So how about you delete my number?"

          Yes Readers, these are cruel and very blunt.  If you have a person, male or female, who constantly tries to get in your pants when you have constantly told them it wasn't going to happen... blunt is more than needed.  We need more people in this world to keep the zipper to our pants up. I'm sure many of you are going to say, "Amanda... you've slept around before."  Honestly, yes I have but I'm a changed person and "my goods" are called "MY goods" for a reason.  Nobody else needs them but myself.  If I can handle another man, I can handle pleasing myself so don't make any offers.

          Sex should not be frowned upon because we as mature readers know that sex makes the world go round.  Sex although, should be an act that is worth something.  I don't believe in waiting until marriage to have sex, because in that case it's almost like having sex with your sibling.  You gain such a strong emotional connection, that by the time you are ready for "beneath the sheets time", you've gotten too close to see each other in that way.  Eh, that may be just my belief.  Point is, keep your hoo-hahs and shlongs to yourselves until the time is right and stop asking for mine.

                                        Yours truly,

                                      Amanda Rae

My Religion

        First of all, this blog is not intended to offend anyone.  It does not make judgments against the Christian, Allah, or any kind of god. This is all MY belief of my own twisted religion. Honesty, I can not argue against any religion, for I have not read a story in a bible or done any kind of research upon another religion.  Basically, I know bits and pieces about certain things.  Confusion portrays my view of a belief of god.  I found the image below on Google.com after I searched "Many gods".  No, I don't know EXACTLY what it means, but it says coexist.  Which in my mind, represents the coming of all gods together to coexist and become united.  Though, the god I'm about to discuss is not included, I think that we should not frown upon anyones religion, but embrace the faith one has.

        I asked my mother the other day a question that has been concerning me for sometime now.  If you read my previous blog, you'd know I've got more of a back bone and the courage to express true beliefs from here on out.  I asked her, "Christians say that if you don't believe in god, you are going to hell.  Well what about people from other countries? Are they going to hell because they don't believe in god and jesus and all these other characters the bible includes?" She told me that it was her own opinion that people should believe in a god, whether it be the Christians god, or Allah, or Buddha.

        Well I'm following the religion of which my father has brought to my attention.  My god, or maker, is a little boy.  Yes, you heard that correctly.  He is a young kid, no older than ten years old.  He has no name, no purpose, no proof of existence (Just as the rest of the gods).  He has a young spirit, a kind heart, and a huge imagination... I believe we are all toys!
      

        Some little boy in a far away place has a toy box which consists of a variety of toys, also known as ethnicities here on Earth.  When he brings a new toy out, a new baby is born.  When he puts a toy back into the toy box, a person's life is taken away.  You may wonder, well how does this even make sense?  A child can not simply be the controller or maker of all of us, there is no evidence of such a thing.  For one, no god has ever made a proof of existence so don't frown upon the "little boy religion". Two those who follow the bible, nine times out of ten don't even follow the whole darn thing. To those who do, by all means, believe in what you believe... I'm not trying to change your religious views.  But a child can be my god just as some man we don't know really exists can be yours.  

       My god, or the made-up child in your eyes, is my religion and the more I think about it... the more I become set-in-stone in my belief.  It makes perfect sense to me, and maybe that's because I do have a diverse opinion on a lot of views of things in life.  But if what my mother says is correct, about just believing in a god, well I found mine and don't think it should be frowned upon.  

                                          Yours truly,

                                        Amanda Rae