This makes my heart hurt(via within-this-realm-of-irreality)
i feel so dumb and embarrassed after expressing any emotion
I am kinda glad that Twisted wasn’t renewed for season 2. Don’t get me wrong (all of you Laceyliebers or Joliebers) I adore every single actor playing an principal rol in this show, but, as the name sugest, this show is indeed very twisted. I don’t know if is it because I keep comparing how the writers explain things in this like the writters on PLL do it, but man, things were getting weirder and weirder on Twisted. So many things were going on at the same time that it was kind of all too much:
Vikram was dead.
Danny killed that girl.
Danny didn’t killed that girl.
Lacey loved Danny.
Danny Loved Lacey.
Jo loved Danny.
Rico loved Jo.
Danny and Lacey are dating.
Danny didn’t killed his aunt.
Dead Vikram killed that girl.
Dead Vikram is not dead.
Jo fucked with that other guy I don’t remember his name.
Jo regreted it.
Jo and Danny aren’t speaking to each other.
Jo and Danny are speaking to each other.
Jo’s mom knew that Vikram was alive.
Vikram meet Danny and Jo.
Danny killed Vikram.
Somebody moved his body and made it look like an accident.
Jo’s mom had another daughter.
Chief Masterson got pissed off at Jo’s mom.
Danny’s mom was fucking with that boat dude that I don’t remember his name.
Danny is motherfucking rich, thanks dead daddy.
Danny and Lacey broke up. This time fo sure.
That boat dude has a daughter.
That boat dude’s daughter kissed Lacey.
Lacey might be a lesbian, but she thinks about Danny.
Jo meet this weird guy called Charlie.
Charlie was in juvie with Danny.
Jo liked Charlie.
That boat dude got arrested for Vikram’s death.
That boat dude (Jack, I remember it) was going to confess.
Nope. Jack didn’t confess anything.
Danny confessed killing his dad.
Danny think Charlie is crazy.
Charlie is indeed motherfucking crazy.
Danny thinks Jo is the one.
Jo’s mom finds that Vikram lied to her.
Charlie kidnapped Jo.
Lacey might be a little stalker and tracked Jo down.
Lacey and Danny went to find Jo.
Chief Masterson went to find Jo.
Charlie is aunt Tara’s son.
Charlie is about to kill Jo.
Danny tries to stop Charlie.
Chief Masterson comes in like: don’t fuck with my little princess, you asshole. Gun in hand.
Jo’s mom comes in. (How the fuck did she know where they were?)
Charlie is Jo’s mom son.
Charlie and Jo are brothers.
That boat dude and his daughter are evil and have a plan.
Yep. That is all. That in just 19 episodes. Most of that just happened in the last one. For me, that was way too much. And I know for some people too.
Besides, the huge amount of people getting crazy because of Lacey/Danny/Jo was so stupid. This denitely wasn’t one of my favourite shows so far.
Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.
See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.
But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.
See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.
But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.
But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.
Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.
Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change."