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Historical Homecoming Kiss of the Day: For the first time in Navy history, a lesbian salior was picked to plant the traditional homecoming kiss on her significant other.
Through a raffle held onboard, Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta won the right to be the first off the ship when Oak Hill docked in Virginia Beach after several months at sea. As part of a time-honored tradition, the first off the ship gets to share the first kiss with a loved one.
23-year-old Gaeta was greeted by her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, 22, and the two locked lips while the crowd gathered around them cheered.
“It’s something new, that’s for sure,” Gaeta said after the historical smooch. “It’s nice to be able to be myself. It’s been a long time coming.”
Watch the two talk about their special moment below:
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Historical Homecoming Kiss of the Day: For the first time in Navy history, a lesbian salior was picked to plant the traditional homecoming kiss on her significant other.
Through a raffle held onboard, Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta won the right to be the first off the ship when Oak Hill docked in Virginia Beach after several months at sea. As part of a time-honored tradition, the first off the ship gets to share the first kiss with a loved one.
23-year-old Gaeta was greeted by her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, 22, and the two locked lips while the crowd gathered around them cheered.
“It’s something new, that’s for sure,” Gaeta said after the historical smooch. “It’s nice to be able to be myself. It’s been a long time coming.”
Watch the two talk about their special moment below:
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Bob Marley on how to love a woman
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
- Bob Marley
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
The most exciting, challenging, significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.
We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: ‘La noche está estrellada, El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos. Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Oir la noche inmensa, más inmnesa sin ella. Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guadarla. Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca. La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise. De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos. Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos, Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.’
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.
I applauded when reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept that I was in love.
