Sunday, September 24, 2006

Would You Rather Be a Man Or a Woman?

"If you had a real choice of being either one, would you rather be a man or a woman?" he asked me.

"In this place and time?"

"Yes, here, today."

"A woman, absolutely.  I have the best of everything," I answered.

He nodded, and looked satisfied.

"But what about you?" I asked him.  "Which would you prefer?"

"I'd rather be a man," he said.  But he wasn't enthusiastic about it.  He was resigned.

"I don't envy men," I replied.  "You have a lot of pressure to perform and not a lot of appreciation for it.  Seems kinda rough."

"Yeah, well, that's the way it is," he shrugged.

The mission of manhood compels his dedication, drawing up his honor and courage to be noble and good.   But something else ~ a corruption, a myth ~ devastates him, saps his strength, bows his head.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

About Me

Sometimes I get restless and like to change things, and one thing that might get changed is the About Me section.  The post of a few minutes ago refers to the version of a few minutes ago, so here it is:

No flaming locks of auburn hair, nor beauty that's beyond compare, no ivory skin nor eyes of emerald green...

but I can feel a man's desire to kneel before a sacred fire, and surrender all his secrets and his dreams...

* lyrics of the song Jolene by Dolly Parton inspired the first half

More About Jolene

"But you are not what you wrote in your profile, my dear," Aja told me over the phone, commenting on the first half of the About Me section.  "You are not unattractive."

Aja is a wonderfully supportive friend, and he sees beauty in many places others miss.

"You think what I wrote sounds bad?  Misleading?" I asked.

"Well, it ... it doesn't describe you, darling.  You are not ... this ... " Aja has a gentle subtlety for love and its expression, and he is always tender and thoughtful when he attaches words to his feelings about love or about me.

"You are radiant," he said, making each syllable bow down in reverence.  "You glow."

What a sweetheart, that Aja.  He wrote these lines to tell you more about me.

To Jolene:

Your hair caresses me

Your eyes whisper softly

Your hand sends thrills

Your kiss is a wave

Your loving embrace never stops...

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photo credit: prefers to be unnamed at this time ~ edited by Anne Jolene ~ contact Jolene for permissions

Friday, September 15, 2006

Temple Banner

This is the banner to hang above the door of my temple ~
(t-shirt printers take notice)

My body is a temple ~

a clean and sweet,

hot and curvy