But sometimes, no shoes are best.
And sometimes, books > shoes.
Via minor keys
I did not do to well with my dedication to men last week! My apologies men!
I often sit and think about men and wonder whats it like to be a man? Yes, I know what it is like to be a woman and I’m still trying to master this task along with learning about who I am, who I am as a woman and as a human being that is ever changing and growing. I sit at out door cafes and watch the men pass by; I’m intrigued with the roles that they take on being a man and I can only IMAGINE what its like to be a man. I find them to be sexy, strong, and mysterious, wise and even weak at times like a baby bird. As many men that I am close to and get to know on a intimate level (friendship, family, lover) there still something mysterious about them maybe the mystery is I’m a woman and he is a man.
Thanks to Garance’s blog post Oh Boys… She got me thinking about the opposite sex. Sorry guys I wasn’t able to completely finish my week on you men but I think you all are incredible!
Below is part of a Poem written by Cordie B. to read the rest just click below.
I hold the world with closed iron fists
Though others cry; I vaguely mist
My ego causes my heart to roar
Yet also causes my mist to pour . . . . like spilt milk wasting on the floor.
Instinctively I’m a territorial being…
Not into that which can’t be seen…
Though often I claim to see the light…
Most times I focus on black and white.
Beauty prompts my groin to soar…
Yet also causes my mist to pour. . . .like spilt milk reproducing more!
My thoughts so often unrealized…
Not even I can crystallize . . .
the myriad of issues– real or fantasized . . .
My triumphs cause my voice to roar to
Photo via BEAR
As I stated earlier this week I love me some men! This week is dedicated to Men! here are few pics of some cool men!
I just recently learned that male fireflies are the only to fly the female’s wings are to short to fly
Must be nice to be a male firefly
The male firefly flashes its light for a very important purpose. It wants to find a mate. When it gets dark, the male firefly flies through the night. It flashes its light like a signal. Each kind of firefly has its own signal.
The female firefly has short wings and often can’t fly. It perches itself on a bush or a rock and waits. When a male passes by with a signal the female recognizes, the female flashes back the same signal. The male lands and touches the female’s antennae. This is how fireflies smell each other. If the female smells right to him, the two fireflies will mate. Later the female lays her eggs.
info via http://animals.howstuffworks.com/insects/firefly-info.htm
He told her she needed to stop riding the Merry Go Round. He called them Merry Go Rounds she liked to call them Carousels. He thought that her life was redundant, because she enjoyed riding on the carousel everyday. What he didn’t know was that each time she road on the Merry go Round she always gained a new perception of the world. In spite of what he thought of her always riding the Merry Go Round it has always brought her joy and it never got redundant to her.