A bimbo is the sweetest thing in the world. She means no harm, only joy. She never fights, always forgives, is forbearing by nature, wired to beautify, harmonize, sensualize the world around her. With your bimbo, the streets are more colorful, people smile, eyes shine. In the most innocent ways of all, she is life itself, nurtures lust, heightens desirability of everything around her. She overcomes hardness with softness, stubbornness with openness, aggression with unfocused happiness. She is tight, curvaceous, voluptuous, receptive, benign in being, sex in existence. Bimbos are better, for bimbos are fun and unclouded bliss.
This is not what “bimbo“ means to everyone, but this is exactly what ”bimbo” means to me and why I love them so such. Some people see such beautiful creatures, so focused on happiness and they see them as dumb and shallow. While it makes me sad that anyone could look on a bimbo and not see all the goodness that I see, but in a way that makes me love them all the more. That a bimbo can face so much negativity simply for being happy, so much pressure to hide her beauty, and still refuse to give up what she is. How could I do anything but love them?
