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.”
And of course, Joel Gray (and of course Bob Fosse.)
Token Males… To defend the race of men who think (better).