Showing posts with label taboo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taboo. Show all posts

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Taboo: Bugchasing


My friend, Kenny (check out his blog), and I ran across something quite peculiar and strange, but still should be discussed and acknowledged by those who can handle strange and peculiar things. Kenny may have already written a post about this or may be writing one, I don't know, but of course I encourage the reading of his opinion because he is a very sound thinker and I do cherish opinion :)

Bugchasing is the act in which a subculture of individuals who pursue sex with HIV infected individuals in order to contract HIV. These individuals may call themselves "Bugchasers" and their HIV infected sex partners "Gift Givers". These people live their lives paranoid by the worry of being contracted with HIV that they feel it will bring them great relief if they choose to have it.

Bugchasers go to "Bug Parties" (or Conversion) parties: gathering in which they meet Gift Givers in oder to have unprotected sex and to be contracted by the disease. There are even those who mark themselves with visible "negative sign" tattoos in order for the Gift Givers to be able to spot them, and when they have contracted the disease they add a line to the tattoo, having completed his/her, becoming positive.

I do not agree with these actions, personally; although, I can understand their reasoning. I suppose for some people the paranoia of contracting HIV/AIDS can be exhausting. But it is not an ideal that looms over me. I do not wake up in the morning nor do I go to sleep at night wondering, "Hmmm... Did I contract HIV today?" It seems a little exaggerated to me. You may get rid of worry, BUT you gain many more. "Did I take my medication today?" "Oh, no I missed a doctor's appointment." "Oh my, my T cells are dropping." "Goodness, Am I coughing up blood?" "Woe is me, I'm dying of pneumonia!" It seems to me that you've gotten the shorter end of the stick, here. So I think I'll stay negative.

...Yet, to each his own. And if that is what a person decides to choose, that person has his/her right to do so, as long as it is not physically affecting anyone else. Everyone is entitle his/her own destruction. I just hope that later on down the line, there is any regret in doing so.

♥Kimokeo

Friday, April 30, 2010

Taboo: Longing To Be Different


I was watching The Tale of Despereaux yesterday, an animated film that I extremely enjoy! It has a cutely quaint plot and storyline and I love Sigourney Weaver as the narrator, but as lovely as all that is, it is not what stuck with me. what stuck with me the most was sweet little Despereaux. Not because he was a mouse, and not because he was the cutest mouse I've ever lain my eyes upon, but because he was different and he was out-casted for that.

You see, Despereaux had a curious mind -- a curious mind that would not cower or scurry away from the illuminating light of mystery. As he put it, he was a gentleman. He was brave, in a place and time where bravery had no place and time. Bravery was not accepted as the norm. He was hated for simply being, and sold out by his own family. To them he was a problem and that was all that mattered.

People fear differences as an entity. They label it, they give it a name, and they condemn it to only serve as a purpose for attraction. They point it out, they place a spotlight upon it, and place a sign overhead that reads, "THIS IS NOT RIGHT."

Who are they to say it isn't right? Who are you to say it isn't right? Who am I to say it isn't right?

Has society forgotten that in finding a sense of identity we find our own differences; in realizing who we are, overlooking the stereotypes and the propaganda in media, we find a sense of self. In that self, we find a light that shines a little differently than all the others. If we never find that self -- that light -- that difference within ourselves, we're lost within the crowd, within the majority. We are lost within our own un-fulfillment. We would always have a heart filled with longing to simply be different.

♥ Kimokeo

Monday, March 29, 2010

Taboo: Rimming

There seems to be an unanimous agreement of fear over the lovely art of rimming.

According to my oh so faithful Urban Dictionary: rimming is the act of using the tongue on the anal rim of another person in order to gain and/or give sexual pleasure.

I have had many a conversation with my peers and their fear, whether male or female, of rimming. There is a negative connotation that hovers over the ass with most people. Although these same people find the ass quite attractive, they do not feel obliged to service it (lol).

I was talking to my friend, who had just recently had sex. Her boyfriend was eating her pussy and just so happened to reach a little lower and lick her ass, and suddenly all her negative connotations that were associated with rimming had vanished. She said that she had enjoyed it and really wouldn't mind doing it again.

The only word of caution is that you're confidently sure that your sex partner practices good hygiene. This is should be stressed anyway, because a dirty pussy or dick is a definite NO NO! :)

♥ Kimokeo