Until recent, there weren’t such a thing as a sex ideal. It’s an expression that has been invented by the society that we live in today. Earlier there were a female ideal, and that’s it.
Females were hot, period! But the word sex has a totally different meaning today.
Unfortunately, the female ideal and the sexy ideal have now part ways.
The female ideal from a boy’s point of view is mostly coming from mothers and sisters, while the sexual ideal is coming from media.
What once was such an obvious and solid unit is now split into two ideals, decided by two worlds.
And when we – as young boys, eventually realize that these two female icons, Mom (the female ideal) and Pamela Anderson (the sexual ideal), don’t fit together it can end up with having us waiting and waiting for this golden road that doesn’t exist. We’re jumping from relationship to relationship while trying to find a mom with silicon boobs. No wonder you get confused! “What am I really after? Who will like me if I’m not looking like Johnny Depp? “
“Project female”… yeah, yeah, all creds for that. But who the fuck is telling us who can pee while standing, that we won’t find this plastic Baywatch-Barbie who cooks our food in a sweet bathing suit. It sounds obvious. So obvious! Obvious enough for noone to tell us.
While everyone’s raising the fist for the female, including us men, the boys will continue to stand there and wonder why all the girls’ looks like lampposts. Well, women aren’t supposed to look like that. Bitches n’ hoes are supposed to look like hour-glasses. Mothafuckah. 12 yrs old and one question is floating around inside that stylish hip hop cap. He’s looking for the answer. And comparing. Shaking his head. No, this isn’t correct. While he’s waiting for an answer he starts to play soccer, computer and he’s watching the TV.
Time goes and suddenly this boy is standing in the cash dispenser queue and still he’s unable to find an answer for his question. He isn’t playing soccer anymore. He’s 18. But he still watches TV. Everything according to what the common sense and childhood lessons told him to do is done. His childhood explained to him how important the grades are, that the friends who helps him back home after a bad drinking session are worth sticking to. But the question is still floating around under the cap.
Lonely. So lonely. He stands in the rain. In a way too small hip hop cap. And wondering.
Where’s Pamela Anderson?
Yeah, of course by time we understand. We all grow up and realise fact.
But when the insight finally comes, were standing there perplexed and understands way too late how many chances that have passed.
And there comes a girl, demanding advanced planning, demanding confidence, demanding someone who she can depend on, demanding a MAN!
When the only thing standing in front of her is a boy who’s lost.
In the pouring rain.
Mate and I wrote this to make a "lovesong" during aesthetic class last term.
Also without poetry there wouldn't be music 
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