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I might be able to forgive him, but I really don't see myself continuing with the relation anymore. Because where's the guarantee that he wouldn't do it again? Yes, I am aware that people do change and can redeem themselves, but once the trust (which is one of the most, if not the most important and integral part of any relation) is broken, it is difficult to regain in back, especially when you put all your trust and faith into one person and they shatter it to pieces. So yea, if my significant other ever cheats on me, I'm going to end it with him, but I will also try not to hold grudges against him as long as he can refrain himself from doing such a thing again with his future partner. As for what constitutes cheating - ah, that's the tricky part. Different people seem to have different level of rules and restrictions set for their relationship. As for me, any form of physical contact with another person (baring normal touching, hugging, etc) would constitute as cheating. However, this is not where it ends for me. Any kind of emotional attatchment towards another person that transcends the 'platonic bond' also falls under the category of cheating to me. Cheating is so common these days that I sort of dread getting into any relationship. But then again, to be fair, it isn't like it didn't exist in the past, just less reported than what it is now. I know I will be flamed for saying this, but why can't people be up front about what they want? Why would you get yourself into a monogamous relationship just to screw your partner behind his back? I understand that temptation is hard to resist - but then, it's not like we live in the 17th century where the option of divorce is not open either.

I'd love to have a loving, caring and faithful monogamous partner, but I also want to stay close to my family. but those two options seem to be mutually exclusive. I'd have to sacrifice one for the other. If I had those two, I could have been the happiest person in the world but well...

If I start getting chubbier then I might as well start taking regular exercises. Otherwise I am no fitness freak and do it only now and then. I like to maintain a healthy body but that's about it. I am not obsessed with getting mascular arms, pecks, and all that. But I'd like my man to have a sexy body only for and exclusive to me. Haha, j/k.

This is one of the reason why I don't like the concept of long-distant relationships. If I am in a relationship with someone, I wouldn't want to stay away from him. But meh, guess life ain't fair.

It depends from person to person. Not sure if everyone would see it the same way. I think it is easier to say ["look doesn't matter"] than follow it. Most of us want the package to be good even though we know that it is the product within that package that we seek. And frankly, there is nothing wrong or shallow about it. But yes, a long term relationship should be based on more than just physical attraction. But at the same time, there should be some sort of attraction between the couples too. Personally speaking - and I will be blunt here - look does matter to me, but it's not a huge deal. If I like a person, then I like him/her irrespective of how he/she is.

<br /><br /><br /> Same here.

What kind of?

Hm, now you got me interested. I want to read that story.

I do get weepy and occassionally shed tears at others works as long as it can managd to move me. I haven't really written anything, s6 can't answer on that.

I see whjat you mean. Even though I haven't been in a relationship ever, I guess I need a seperate space of my own, which includes my private moment to masturbate. Porn...not so much. I am already thinking of giving it away.

Not much. But whenever I am, I usually end up masturbating, so that doesn't give me the time to be wildly horny.Btw to those who are single, how often do you masterbate? Me - once a day on an average.

Jacob and Matt from Living in Surreality

Same here...my scars are not gone yet though...sighs...sometimes life sucks so much that it seems better to destroy it all.

Another topic here provoked me on making this thread. Early in my teens I used to have a lot of suicidal thoughts, and while I have never really attempted such a thing - I did a lot of self-harm to myself that I shouldn't have done. So here's my questions to GA members: Have you ever seriously attempted suicide? What were you thinking when you took such a strong step? How old were you then? Have you caused harm to yourself like cutting, slashing the skin etc? If you have stopped yourself from doing it - what stopped you? Someone or your own conscience?

My heart goes out to him. poor kid. But yeah, life is so cruel at times that you just don't feel like living. I'd a lot of suicidal thoughts during my primary school when my class-mates used to tease me, beat me up, called me sissy, etc, and I was having confusions with my sexuality. They destroyed all my confidence that I'd on me and this is one of the reason why I've such a low self-esteem, even now. Even now I feel like dying at times when I see that the future I dream of isn't there, isn't happening. What's the point of going on living your life if all you get back from life is pain and sufferings. And I have not even gone through half of what that kid did...I know suicide isn't the answer, but life can be so hard at times. When you loose all your self-respect and self-esteem and start considering yourself to be nothing but a worthless shit people think of commiting suicide.

I want to read a story by CJ, as most people often says good things about his writing. Which one should I start with? Any recommendation?

Awww Douw, you are sooo cute! See, I was right when I said you are cute by just looking at the small pic in your Av! Haha, my eyes aren't that bad then, LOL. Hmm, so can we have more? Lol.

Words alone can't express how much I like and respect you, Myr. Without you, GA would not be possible, and without GA, a part of my life would have always remained undiscovered! We have never chatted, but I've read few of your stories and posts, and from what little I know - you seem to be an interesting fellow! Happy B'day Myr, hope all your dreams come true.

I'm so sorry hearing this.

Nope, have never been into sports. I was (and still am) way too shy to do anything in front of people. Heck, I used to not even talk or make eye-contacts with people, as that would have resulted me into blushing. Honestly, I'd never been interested in Sports either, never understood the big deal with it - don't even bother watching them on TV, except perhaps during World Cup. I know this will be coming up as weird to most, as guys are generally into sports and stuffs, but meh, that's just how I am. I did try getting into sports once, but it ended up badly, and the bitter experiences that I had, compelled me to never try it again. I feel bad about it at times, like when people make fun of me, or I feel all left alone, but on the whole, I'm happy with the way I am.

Cats...my love! Gosh, they are so adorable. I wish I'd one as a pet. I would have kept it close to me all day long.

Wow, what an old topic. I wonder why this had been dished out all of a sudden. Now, just to add my two cents: Personally, the thought of incest is disturbing to me. But probably that is because of the way I'd been raised up. However, I wouldn't judge or condemn a consensual incestual/incestuous (sp?) relation, as long as it causes no harm. Now coming to the OP's question - well, I can read any story as long as it is well-written and has some literary value. The genre does not matter much to me. As disturbing as it may be, I think I can read a story involving incest(even if I feel vomity going through it), and if the story is good (from the perspective of literaturd), I will finish it, no matter how hard it maybe on my part.

Uhm, God, oh Gawd, let me say that again! John, you look sooooo cute and adorable in that pic! And I love the way you two are embracing each other, so romantic! Totally made my day! Others up there - amazing too. Any reason how come every members here turn out to be good-looking? LOL.

I'm not sure if this is a valid topic, and seriously worth your (who ever is reading this) time. If it's not, then sorry for the rambles. I just wanted to share this, and that is all. Skip it or move onto another thread if it doesn't hold your interest. Coming from a somewhat conservative society, culture and [mostly] family, things like homosexuality, premarital sex, promiscuity, one-night-stand(s), etc were few of the things that were made to be looked down upon. I grew up believing them to be 'immoral' acts, as we were taught. However, with time, and [thankfully] the internet, I came to see the world from a bigger perspective, and embraced things like premarital sex, homosexuality, sodomy etc (that was when I faced, actually faced my sexuality). Yet, after coming such a long way, I still can't embrace promiscuity, randomly sleeping around with people, one night stands. I think it is my conservative bit, that holds me back, that doesn't let me go and explore the world. For me (and just for me - I don't intend to judge others for the way they chose to spend their lives) sex is very much a part of love, and I can't, by far, imagine myself having sex with someone I barely know, don't care to spend the rest of my life with. While I do not at all mind with premarital sex as long as it is done in the context of love, I feel very sad and even depressed when I see people sleeping around randomly, without even knowing the names of the person they have slept with (or worse - without even recognizing their faces a day later). Currently I'm reading Dreams and Clipped Wings by ShadowGod, and as much as I'm loving the story and its depth, I can't fully digest the promiscuous nature of its protagonist (Cody), and everytime I read about him, I have an empty feeling in my chest. Recently, our society had started to become more open. Many of my friends (or rather, class mates) have started becoming very promiscuous. A guy I know (not really a very good friend of mine) who used to be so shy during his school days is now having sex with strangers almost on a daily basis. I had been invited by my friends to take part and explore the world of sex before settling down with an ultimate one, but I flatly refused it, because something inside me was saying that promiscuity is not the token of happiness, but rather, love is (and I could be wrong there). Now, my question is, why am I so *afraid* (in search of a better word) of promiscuous lifestyle? Why do I feel so sad for such people who willingly choses to explore the world of sex, even for fictional characters (as in the case of Cody)? My friends say that sex is a great thing, and enjoying it with different people (even if they happen to be stranger) is nothing wrong, and whoever thinks otherwise is 'abnormal'. So, are they correct? P.S. No offense meant to anyone here. I seriously don't mean to put any of you down. Forgive me, if I came out as offensive - that honestly wasn't my intention.

Currently reading Dreams and Clipped Wings by ShadowGod. Already loving it, but finding it very depressing at the same time (possibly due to the lead's promiscuous nature)...