Love me some lesbians

Ok this is probably going to come out sounding bitchy. I like women. In fact, I love them. I love the way they look, smell, dress, etc... And I certainly protect the right to be who you are and express yourself as you see fit. When I look at women, I am drawn to the ones that look like, I don't know... women. And hey, if you are a boy stuck in a chick body, I get that.
What I don't get is perfectly good looking women who sabatoge themselves by looking like shit repeatedly in public. Now you have to understand this is a BIG statement for me. I am not a fashionista. I can barely dress myself. And hey, you can dress any way you damn well please.
With that said, I am making sure I show love to my lesbian sisters. Here are top tips:
1. Stop buying boy jeans and jeans that are 3 sizes too big. Saggy jeans suck and make you look like you shit your pants. We want to see your ass!
2. If you wear the same shoes day after day after day after day, we will NOTICE.
3. You can be a tomboy with long hair that is not a mullet. Why do so many perfectly sexy lesbians cut all their hair off? Now I have seen some very attractive lesbians with short hair. I am just asking why the ratio of short haired women is so much higher in the lesbian community? I mean really? WHY???
4. If you look, act, dress and smell like a dude, I am passing you over... If I wanted a dude, I would have married one.
5. Plaid is not in fashion and probably will never be again- BURN it!!!!

I firmly believe if you are a lesbian, you represent all of us. We should show we are proud of who we are. You can absolutely be butch or androgynous and be super hot. Thing Shane from the L word. However, if you don't take care of yourself, you make it look like we all sit in a pool of self loathing all day. I love soft, beautiful, sexy, confident women who can ebb and flow between masculine and feminine. Women are incredible creatures...harness your power!

Thanks and happy hunting ;)

I love this poem!!!!!!

Longing by Matthew Arnold

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam’st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
Or, as thou never cam’st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?
Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day

What pleases you???

I started reading Eat, Pray, Love... I have not finished yet. One of the comments she makes is about spending time in Italy and how she focused for the first time on what pleased her. She spent every waking hour of every day doing as she pleased.

This caused me pause. I started thinking about how much time I spend working, pleasing others, fulfilling obligations, and doing the every day ordinary things that make up life. What would I do if I could spend 24 hours a day doing what pleases me?

1. I would spend more time getting to know God.

2. I would cook more. And not just the dinner time cooking. The "no one is here and I don't care, but I am going to cook a feast anyway" kind of cooking

3. I would spend 6 months exploring every inch of Italy.

4. I would travel to the Holy Land.

5. I would take one of those $30k cruises around the world

6. I would spend more time with Mr. Dukie Pickles

7. I would paint more ceramics

8. I would help other people

9. I would explore the USA with Nikki in an RV

10. I would take pictures... lots and lots of pictures.

11. I would make more bath fizzies with Allie

12. I would write more poetry, blogs, etc...

13. I'd throw a LOT of parties

14. I'd hang out by the ocean a lot

What would you do?

No one is commenting on my blog. I am getting lonely and am starting to think I am talking to myself.. Please share :)

Shakespeare and words on my mind

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Amit impediments. Love is not love


Which alters when it alteration finds,


Or bends with the remover to remove:


O no! it is an ever-fixed mark


That looks on tempests and is never shaken;


It is the star to every wandering bark,


Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.


Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks


Within his bending sickle's compass come:


Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,


But bears it out even to the edge of doom.


If this be error and upon me proved,


I never writ, nor no man ever loved.





I love this poem. It's hopeful and desperate at the same time.


It is everything a poem should be. On the surface, it sounds like a great love story. Perhaps it is.


I'm impressed with it's ability to verbalize love and wanting, some 4000 plus years from when it was first written. Really, think about it....Think about how many thousands of lives have come and gone and how much culture has stayed the same and changed in 4000 years and yet the words still resonate a deep passionate wanting.


Meanwhile, below the surface, with even a small amount of research, tons of queastions rise to the surface.


Was Shakespeare gay?


Was this about his lover?


Was this a valient attempt at writing a poem 3rd person about a male?


If it is his personal writing, did he truly intend for his most personal work to get published?


Did this come from his personal and secret diary?


So delicious! Exactly what a poem should do.


On the surface, beautiful, eloquent, sensational; intertwining the simple and the complex.


Immediately below the surface, it leaves question, room for error, interpretation and mystery.


Ah, I love words... in all their splendor. BIG. small. ErRaTic, UnpRedictAble, woven together stories, moments frozen in time from a single 1 dimensional perspective.


I am so very grateful for our ability to articulate ourselves.


That's why I love Shakespeare. He knew the power of words. And I respect the hell out of him for that.

What would happen if you could fly anywhere?

If I had the magical ability to fly anywhere, anytime and time was not a factor, I would start in Italy. I would exploring each and every magificent city..Florence, Rome, Sicily, the Chianti region, Tuscany, Pisa, Amalfi coast, Venice...oh the possibilities!
Once I was able to explore every nook and cranny, I would be off to Greece, Turkey, Scotland, Amsterdam, Switzerland, Austria, China, Japan, Thailand, Tahiti, Egypt, The Holy Land, Russia, Alaska, Ireland, Australia, France, England... um pretty much every country I could get my hands on. My dream vacation would be one of those practically year long around the world cruises.
But yes, I would have to start with Italy.
Why?
1. I love the wine! I can only imagine exploring the wine country, learning about the trade from locals.
2. I love cheese. Just thinking about visiting parma makes me drool!
3. The cooking. Hanging out with locals and making authentic Italian food.. YUM!
4. The country side- gorgeous, historic, epic!
5. The architecture. There is something about old buildings that have been around for hundreds of years. They are so mysterious...who was there before me? How did the building get created? What events took place here?
6. The pictures. I will love looking back 5, 10, 15 years from now thinking back on my time in Italy.

Nikki and I would eat Mozzarella/Tomato sandwiches, eat 20lbs of cheese a piece, drink 20 bottles of wine, shops in Venice, drive the coast, stay in B&B's, walk along the coast, learn a little Italian, shop in local markets, cook and drink with the locals, stare at art work, stare at people, stare at fountains and buildings. Yes, Italy will be amazing!!!!

What about you? What would happen if you could fly anywhere?

Like an old friend..

I love poetry because it is a reminder of who you have been, places you have travelled, experiences you have sought. Here's a few I dusted off for your enjoyment. Let me know what you think. :)

Belly of the Bridge
I thought it was some hallucination or maybe the Shiraz,as I watched the man who called the belly of the bridge his home.

His arms and legs flailed through the air like he was kicking and screaming for sanity.

Was this his entertainment for those who rode by nightly in the riverboat?

Perhaps it was his own?

Or maybe he was acting out some nightmarish skit from his past.

Someone said he must be high.

I might be as well if I lived his life.

The speed of the boat forsook my steps as I tried to keep him in sight.

All alone he stood unshaven, unkempt, and perhaps unloved.

Was it a curse or a blessing?

Psychedelic in my bed
Psychedelic in my bed,Can't get this awful feeling from my fucking head.

Won't move forward.

Can't let go.

The downward spiral torturing me so.

Kaleidoscopic vision never disappears,

A rainbow of atrocity fills between my ears.

Who are you this soul I must claim as mine?

What my mind has done must be a final sign.

Abomination to polarize this personality it must be.

I am a transfixed imagined figure this world will never really see.

All that is angelic and innocent looms,so dangerously close to my naughty hidden rooms.

Who am I, this contemporary fairy on free flight?

Yes, I think it's going to be another very long night.

Untitled
I dig past the pain and I find even more.

Broken fragments I cannot string together.

My guilt is over whelming, yet I cannot find the crime.

Alone, afraid, fearful, paralyzed.

I cannot throw you away and yet I cannot embrace the gravity of your truth.

I run, cry, fight for addiction and fill my world with activity to avoid the stay still truth you know.

Too much to think on.

I'd rather sleep.

God help me.

Feel for me, what I cannot.

Work
Work. Work. Work.

2750 hours of this year gone.

Sleep- 2496 more gone.

3490 left to clean, pick up the kids, run errands, pay bills, grocery shop, pencil in time to enjoy life.

Busy. Busy. Go. Go.

Cars whizzing by and electricity shooting through the air.

Starbucks Carmel Macchiato, that sounds good. "$4.95 please."

Watch Oprah and American Idol on Tivo.

Shower, make coffee, make the bed, make a life.

Don't stop now, keep going.

Be a daughter, be a friend, be a lover, talk to Jesus, pick up the dry cleaning, complain about life with a friend.

Drive to the mall, watch the flourescent red, blue, and yellow signs flash by me.

Pass a homeless person.

Wait.Stop.

Don't.Don't be de-sensitized.

Who is this man?

Where is his family?

How can I be so blessed and him so unfortunate?

How did he end up on the street?

How will he spend Christmas?

Alone? In a shelter? Begging for change from travellers?

8736 hours to worship Jesus and what have I done?

Gave change to the Salvation Army.

Spent 5 years at a school fixing it up.

Went to church 39 times, busy the other 13.

Squandered my time.

Squandered my talent.

Squandered my treasure.

Gave not enough back for what I was given.

Looked at commercialism instead of humanity...God forgive me.

Shower me with your grace and mercy.

I am inadequate.

I am unworthy.

Slow me down.

Thank you Lord for your messanger.

Lord, I am humbled.

Dysfunction Junction
Dysfunction junction is a ride where you can no longer hide.

It’s where you decide that all of your decisions will misguide.

You wanted to escape, you tried, but without victory you subside.

Someone was suppose to be your guide, but their indignity is covered by your pride.

Each one a dose of cyanide, but it’s really your own mission towards emotional suicide.

Abuse and shame always collide, until you stand firm and open eyed.

Don’t be embarrassed you can’t get off this joyride;

it’s an epidemic spread world wide.

A cycling rollercoaster all part of the landslide, that is, until you turn the tide.

Walk away from the abuse, for god sake, untie the noose.

It’s time to call a truce, this time don’t let it seduce.

What left do you have to reduce?

What is it this time? What excuse?

Aren’t you tired of this boring game?

Tell me you want to be the one who overcame.

The only obstacle is you, so dear friend with this dysfunction junction, what will you do?

I need your help....

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