Zoeappeal

Why is it that chicks can't walk around topless?...guys do it- all the time...even if they aren't in shape. I think its only fair that women can do it. I get hot on a summer day...and sometimes being topless would be awesome...or going swimming without a top would be amazing.

I want the freedom...to go topless. I guess I should move Maine...where women, from what I remember, can mow the lawn topless. At least that's a start...then I'll practice my stripper pole moves outside in the...

When allowed, a person or situation can make your heart shatter into a bajillion tiny pieces. I've been there many times. All you have to do is go find those pieces...which will take some time because it takes time to find yourself. When you have recovered them...you can take a deep breath and begin to glue the pieces back together. I believe that this is where you spend most of your time. Gluing. This is why all the memories you are wanting to get rid of stay for so long, they are covered with...

While having a very indepth disscussion with a guy friend, I made the comment that not all sluts are easy after he tells me he percieves me as being slutty to an extent.

Here's a Question...Can a woman can be easy and slutty...and still be respectable?

The answer is yes. Its called being a freak. I believe that "slut" can be used in many different ways and every woman is capable of being a slut. Sometimes a woman wants to be treated like a nasty little slut...

I remember getting up to go to school in the 6th grade...making sure I listened to the radio and watched MTV the night before so I would be up to par with my current events and what not. The music was better...but worse at the same time. I still rocked out to Nirvana...and my other rock bands...and kept up with the pop music as well. I suppose that's how I stayed popular. One group that confused me...was the Spice Girls. They were like this Girl power group that you secretly liked, yet some how...

Is like high school...only its not high school anymore...so, its mainly like the adult learning programs that you see on college campuses.

I remember the old guy that used to stand in his first floor window, wearing a flannel shirt, no pants, and sporting a half balding pony tail...yelling at the kids who made too much noise...all he really wanted was to bang half the chicks that walked past his window, but his age, and perhaps his personality held him back.

I'm not...