Sunday, August 3, 2014

Inserts from a 13 year old's journal

Hello readers! :) I have been going through some of my old things and came across my old journals from middle and high school. I went looking for these journals after starting to keep a new one. I only write in my current one when I feel the need, which was basically how I kept them back in the day. Oh man, going through them made me laugh and want to give myself a hug at how much of an angsty, emotional preteen and teenager I was back then. So, apart from my usual posts on sexually related topics, I have decided to post little snippets from my old journals for a good laugh or pick me up, if your day is not going well or you need to take your mind off of things bothering you.

Tonight, I am going to start at the beginning. Each of my journals were 70 sheet college ruled, 1 subject notebooks and on each cover I always wrote Property Of: Emily Hamm. Tonight I bring you selections from "Property Of: Emily Hamm, Part I", which were written between August - November of 2003.

To put all of this into perspective, I was 13 years old at the time and this would have been during the first half of my eighth grade school year. My last year in middle school. At this point in my life I had a knack for poetry...Looking back, I think my poetry is pretty bad, but I'll let you be the judge. Here are some of the things I wrote back in 2003. Enjoy, haha!

My friends and I liked to doodle A LOT in middle school so half of my first journal are these little sketches with commentary, so I will give you the commentary.

Page 1: [picture of sperm with eyes and a mouth with a tongue hanging out] Mr. Nasty. Our Friend Mr. Nasty. Don't let him visit!
Page 2: [picture of an egg with eyes and lips] Ms. Goody. Our Friend Ms. Goody. [smaller picture of Mr. Nasty] He visited her.
Page 3: Mr. Nasty + Ms. Goody = This. Little Weeny. [picture of a fetus in the womb with the umbilical cord]
Page 4: Mr. Weed who does the deed. [picture of a frog] Mr. Crack [picture of a frog with bloodshot eyes]
Page 5: [picture of a worm with eyelashes] Mrs. Gut who looks like a nut. Isn't she hot? She is a Dick Chaney fan. [picture of a cock-eyed three leaf clover] Blind Luck. [random chubby mouse with long tail is also pictured]
Page 7: [picture of a dog in a dress and heels with a hot cup of coffee that says on the mug "coffee makes me sick"] hehehe. Ms. Slut have a cup of her. [picture of Ms. Slut naked with her six nipples showing] These are her tits.

Now for some poetry, grab your hot tea or coffee and put on some jazz music because this stuff is pretty thought provoking.

Look Undercover
I have no life and the life I live is no life to have.
I am nice and sweet and petite and I don't understand why they say I'm mean.
I don't always mean what I mean.
My life is a drag and I don't like to brag,
it is such a boring life.
Well I can see that no one sees who the real me can truly be,
because they look at the cover,
and not undercover.
If they did, they'd really see who the real me can be!

How Can It Be?
How can it be that the sun isn't shining down on me,
That the waves won't crash underneath my feet,
that the rain won't fall at all,
that the ground will shake and hallucinate,
and I won't live at all?

Roller Coaster of Life
The sky is blue.
The grass is green.
Everything is perfect, except me.
Everything around me is happy and cheerful,
but all I feel is a little more insecure.
This is no way to live my life.
On the grid it is marked 1,
as in the lowest you could ever drop before dying.
So I live my life with the highest hope,
and scream out loud on my roller coaster of life.

What Is?
What is worth seeing,
is seeing worth knowing?
Do you know, do you know,
which way do you go?
What is the deal,
if the deal is what?

I'm Gone
I'm depressed and stressed,
and over the limit.
Alcohol sounds good
right this minute.
Instead I'll just eat some bread,
and cry until my head
starts to hurt.
Maybe I'll call Curt
and give him the word.
I'm gone!

Out
I'm zoned out,
I'm proned to be out.
Out of this job
and off of this earth.
Onto a place greater than the Great Lakes,
heaven.

Love
U throw dirt up in my face.
I hate that you discriminate!
U only think about the color
and never under.
U make me scream.
I can't dream.
So why do I feel the love?

This will be the last one for tonight from this journal and I think I must have been hungry when I wrote this little diddy...

Food
Hot and spicy
and full of life.
Cooked to a simmer
and burnt to a crisp.
Nothing would tempt me
more to resist.
The pan is hot,
the water is cool,
What am I?
I'm food!

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Bushes.

Hello readers! Oh me, oh my, it has been a year and a couple of weeks since my last blog post. I am the type of blogger that will post something when I am inspired. It has taken me a while to get my mind back in a writing mode for a couple of reasons. On July 16th, I will have worked at my first full-time job for a year! It has been a whirlwind of a year. I watched my friends get married. I helped them move. I celebrated birthdays. I was in a staged-reading of a play! I applied to grad school to pursue a MSW and was rejected, this past Friday I received the letter. It still stings a bit, but not my first University rejection. Anyways...If you are a new reader and have not read any of my posts before, you are in for a treat! I usually write about a sexual topic, usually on a personal level, and this post is no different.
To start off this post I would like to quote the Village People, "Don't go in the bushes! Someone might grab ya! Someone might grab ya!" -from the song "Fire Island"
This song just makes me laugh, especially those lyrics. My mind goes straight to the gutter when I hear those lyrics. We are heading into the gutter with this post. If you have not caught on yet, this post is going to be about pubic hair, mainly on a female, but a lot of this could apply to a man as well. Now you may be wondering how I was inspired to write about this topic. Here you go:


I was on tumblr. and one of the accounts I follow posted this gif set from Broad City and it triggered a thought in my mind. 

A lot of women, including myself, have been conditioned to think that we will be more appealing to our partners, if we are clean shaven and basically naked in our pubic region. I know some of you are probably thinking, "No that's not me. I have had pubic hair since I hit puberty and I have not thought of shaving it." Well, I have thought about it and did shave until recently. 

For me, the thought of shaving my pubic area was something I really started to think about once I found porn in middle school and I noticed that most of the porn stars I saw were clean shaven. Once puberty hit, I started shaving my pubic area around the age of 14. I remember it being a debated conversation between my sexually active friends. At that time I was still a virgin, but had no problems discussing and listening to my friends talk about sex. I remember one time discussing with a friend her plans to have laser hair removal, so she would not have to bother with shaving her pubic region again. Looking back now at that conversation, I am glad she did not follow through with that and I am glad that I never considered it. Well, I shaved my pubic area up until two months ago. I am sure you are wondering where I am going with this, so I will go ahead and ask and answer the questions for you. Why was I shaving in the first place? I was shaving for a few reasons, 1. Monkey see-Monkey do - watching porn and thinking that shaving was more appealing to my future partner; 2. My friends (well some of my girlfriends) were doing it, so I did too-peer pressure; 3. Once I started menstruating, I needed to be on birth control to regulate my cycle and at age 14 when that small hell began, I told my doctor I did not trust myself to take the pill every day. So, she put me on the birth control patch. What does this have to do with shaving? Well I put my patches near my pubic area and with the patch, there can be no hair in the way. I shaved to make sure my patch had a place to be properly adhered. Yes, there were other areas I could have put the patch, but this placement worked best for me.

So, I got used to shaving and for about 9 years I never questioned it. After I finished Undergrad and was out on my own, really alone with my thoughts, was when I started to ask myself why in the hell was I shaving?! There are so many benefits to having pubic hair that I questioned why I was preventing natures course. After learning that most of my friends did not shave anymore and really thinking about the positives of pubic hair, I decided to let mine grow again...Of course, I had to wait until after I switched my birth control from patch to the pill. I am happy with the choice I made and I think it is the natural thing to do and I am noticing that part of my body more because of this minor change.

The positives of pubic hair: 1. IT'S HEALTHY! This is a natural bodily growth; 2. It keeps the genitals warm, which means during sex a man is more likely to maintain his erection, given the heat coming off. It also means we can feel more comfortable naked; 3. It decreases friction during sex. Females who have a bare shaven pubic region are more likely to sustain "rug burn" caused by the friction during sex; 4. It is the first line of defense against potential bacteria and viruses that will try to infiltrate your genitals. The pubic hair serves to protect your goods; 5. For women, as we age the labia majora is susceptible to gravity's pull and it may not look as pretty as it did when you were 16 years old. The pubic hair is your friend and will make that less noticeable; Lastly, 6. It will never go out of style! No matter what the public opinion is, pubic hair naturally grows once a person hits puberty. It is unnatural to create a bare pubic area after puberty. Also, we have no idea how the public opinion will sway on the topic of bushes in the future.

These are just some of the reasons why I find it absolutely okay to have pubic hair. Also, for a while I was shaving to impress potential partners...I see no good in that, so if you are worried about what your partner thinks, STOP! This is your body and you make the decisions for yourself. Do not let someone dictate whether or not you should shave your bush. It should be your decision. Feel free to ask for your partner's opinion, but do not feel the need to take their statements into account when it comes to how you groom your genitals

To end this interesting post, be happy! Be free! Do what you wanna do! Thank you for reading and I hope I was mildly entertaining! :)