<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130819213338406474</id><updated>2025-06-23T23:42:03.194-07:00</updated><category term="casamento"/><category term="pensamentos"/><category term="relacionamento aberto"/><category term="sexo"/><title type='text'>nua e crua</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130819213338406474/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933744244278353241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130819213338406474.post-1287315096661969782</id><published>2011-01-28T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T07:28:10.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessionário</title><content type='html'>Será verdade que as mulheres só fazem sexo com alguém se houver o mínimo de paixão?&lt;div&gt;Será que existe uma mulher do tipo que olha pra um cara e pensa &quot;Que &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;bundinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;! vou &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;transar&lt;/span&gt; com ele!&quot; ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se existe eu não sei, mas o caso é que quando eu pensei poder separar uma coisa da outra, eu me apaixonei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, ser frágil! Vestem se de lobo todas as mulheres como eu. Por dentro dessa pele asquerosa, suspiram de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1287315096661969782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessionario.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130819213338406474/posts/default/1287315096661969782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130819213338406474/posts/default/1287315096661969782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessionario.html' title='Confessionário'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933744244278353241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130819213338406474.post-3507995298555178224</id><published>2010-10-07T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:33:29.598-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="casamento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamento aberto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexo"/><title type='text'>...e foram felizes para sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Eu tenho um relacionamento de um certo &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;tempinho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; em crise, é sério!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Eu entendo o amor. Sei que existem pessoas que passam a vida inteira com um único alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Pô&lt;/span&gt;, mas e o sexo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Como se faz pra ter sexo com uma pessoa só pra sempre???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Não sei, é muito louco isso.Quando eu converso sobre isso com as minhas amigas,elas me olham como se eu fosse um monstro. Quando eu falo com os meus amigos, o olhar é de puro ódio.Quando eu falo isso pra ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;O amor pode muito bem se dividir do sexo, além do mais eu não gosto nada de me sentir propriedade de outrem. Se um homem é do tipo que propõe relacionamentos livre, Todo mundo, inclusive a mulher pode explicar esse &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;fenômeno&lt;/span&gt;.Mas se é a mulher quem quer, é &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;injustificável&lt;/span&gt;, não é incrível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Esse lance de encontrar o grande amor da sua vida e ter só com ele até que a morte os separe foi somente pra se &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;certificarem&lt;/span&gt; de que nós, mulheres estaríamos &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;quietinhas&lt;/span&gt; em casa suspirando de amor, enquanto eles, os homens, aproveitam todo o melhor da vida. Isso é tudo mito, religião, lenda ou sei lá mais o que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;O engraçado é que até os mais &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;céticos&lt;/span&gt; não conseguem deixar de lado essa prisão tradicionalista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Sexo é tão divino quanto a natureza. Por que não dividir???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc6600;&quot;&gt;Eu só quero que &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;seja&lt;/span&gt; todo mundo feliz e aproveite tudo o que nos é permitido, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;enquanto&lt;/span&gt; temos tempo e direito de fazê lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/feeds/3507995298555178224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-foram-felizes-para-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130819213338406474/posts/default/3507995298555178224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7130819213338406474/posts/default/3507995298555178224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parrudaiv.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-foram-felizes-para-sempre.html' title='...e foram felizes para sempre!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09933744244278353241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7130819213338406474.post-1977758649186785371</id><published>2010-10-06T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:08:52.478-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Eu posso pensar o que eu quizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKP8CFEsbD8DclW7rSp1y768O2k3sy-IcBym9Q4q_QAWY_5j20WcM8GZO91wOhygh82wxBfV92K5O2sW1j58b4tnxvnad-Y0ey_z8IzcVL6_tnG_xrxifiGXbCZ6J35JSzGmBQmSvaSbA/s1600/pensador-cinzento.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524964157324709298&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKP8CFEsbD8DclW7rSp1y768O2k3sy-IcBym9Q4q_QAWY_5j20WcM8GZO91wOhygh82wxBfV92K5O2sW1j58b4tnxvnad-Y0ey_z8IzcVL6_tnG_xrxifiGXbCZ6J35JSzGmBQmSvaSbA/s200/pensador-cinzento.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho quinze anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisa passam pela minha cabeça, coisas que a maioria das pessoas teriam vergonha de pensar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu falo dessas coisas. Eu faço essas coisas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não costumo mentir pra mim. Sei me analisar tão sinceramente que chego a me sentir banal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu cresci nesse mundo de adestradores e tentaram me ensinar a me dividir em duas partes. isso pra que eu pudesse expor somente o lado aceitável socialmente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;O outro, composto de tudo que é inato em mim, tudo o que eu sou de verdade, teria de ser trancafiado bem fundo na minha mente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porém, todo mundo tem seu dia de fúria, porque toda essa nossa educação nos transformou em bombas relógio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria que houvesse um jeito de acabar com toda essa loucura e ser quem eu sou de verdade. 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