I write a lot about my relationships with women.
Why? I don’t know. Or… perhaps I do know. It grows tiresome for most. (especially former Girlfriends/wives) This I know. I also know I have to write what I remember and know, and what I feel/felt, and knew. I recently re-watched “Alien”, a movie that kinda, sorta defined what I ‘was’ in the Sinai Desert in 1979. Not sure how to explain that one… but, yet… Sigourney Weaver…
Anyhow, I write about women. I write about women, and my relationships with women, because I love women. Most of them don’t love me, but none of them (them ‘wimmens’) can ever say they were ever bored with me…
Point is: I love women. I write about my experiences with women because my experiences with all the women in my past have made… me… a feminist.
I love the way they look. (And yes! I love the way they ‘cook’–metaphor–I am the ‘best cook’) I love the way they dress. I love the way they un-dress. I love the way they talk. I love the way they walk. I love the way they incite. I love the way they excite. I love the way they dance. I love the way they romance. I love the way they taste. I love the way they smell. I love the way they mostly… don’t tell.
And most of all, I love the way they piss me off,
(And drive me crazy.)
Yes. I love women.
The way they Made Me: Made me who I am.
And I like that.
I like this man, that woman created in me
This like I like instinctively
But, what the hell?!
“That’s what comes from too much pills and liquor.”Vid Credit:
And of course, Joel Gray (and of course Bob Fosse.)
Token Males… To defend the race of men who think (better).