Puberty - Blog Posts
- from episode 1
SAME SPIRITS, NEW FORMS.
It's been a week since the third season of THE WHITE LOTUS came up. More than on any previous season- I felt immediate strangeness and mystery. So we have a disfunctional white family, a fake friendship triangle, a mismatched couple and Belinda from Hawaii season.
My big appreciation to the show is for the breathtaking Thai location! Greg Hunt re-appears too, I wonder what that sh**head does there after his scheme to kill Tanya McQuoid RIP. But I'm here to talk also about Saxon Ratliff (aka Schwarzenegger jr)- the firstborn loser-ish, pervert sibling who sex-bullies his sister and wants his brother to get laid.
The episode took us to a peculiar yet sexy scene during which he gets up from bed next to his lil bro, fully naked- to jerk off in the bathroom. And what nice jewels this Schwarzenegger has! I watched Patrick here n there and I would say he has an impressive appearance. I'm curious about what happens next and who dies... Oh and more nudity please.
Growing Pains
I’ve been looking at my body lately
Seeing how it grows
How it’s shaped
How it moves
At first it was fun
Feeling myself being all attractive and cute
Stretch marks on my butt meaning it’s getting bigger is a real confidence booster
But yet
I don’t stop growing
My face is changing
My legs are changing
My skin is taking different textures
It’s a little bit terrifying
And what about senior year?
So close to college
What do I do then?
With a major that is fueled purely by a dream
By a life long passion
I may enjoy it
But for how long?
Will it grow old?
I’m getting older
And I’m scared for what the world has in store for me.
It’s really just now hitting me
That I’m not going to be a child soon
What’s sad is that I don’t feel too much different
I feel more self reliant
Confident in myself
But the part where I understand the cruelty of people and the world has stayed the same
I already knew it too well.
I feel humble
At ease
But also, I feel like a kid that’s not ready
I feel like my body is growing out of my soul
Maybe not that…
Maybe my soul is trying it’s hardest to stretch
So it can fit the shape of my body
I wanna stay a kid
But still have freedom
Is this an option?
For years
And years
I’ve had a mirror in front of my bed
And my gaze would always go to it
I looked at myself
At my reflection
Thinking back to how I was
What I used to see in that reflection
Is so jarring
Growing up may be scary
But it’s also so beautiful
I feel grown
But still young enough to enjoy my life
This is the part
Where I leave my worries behind
Where I enjoy myself
Where I am confident but humble
Where I stop caring about others
And just let me be me
Because this may be the last time that I’m able to do that.
This year
Senior year.