(At least the ones I've talked to)
Father's Day is tomorrow and I want to do a tribute, but not just to biological fathers. Fatherhood is a mighty thing, indeed, but not all choose that path in life. Some men aren't fathers yet, but will be. Each of the five or so men that come to mind that are over 50 and have chosen to not have children are looking at ways in which they can mentor or give to the next generation. I find this way cool, so consider them fathers, too. So, I thought it would be fun to honor all men, instead of just the ones who by choice or "fate" changed a poopie diaper or four (and you DID change a few of them, DIDN"T you?????)
-I love how men are helpful. And not just with women. I see men stop their cars for men, too, on the side of the road. Just about any guy will help with a move, will help fix something if they have the skill, will just
help. I love this about men.
-I love watching men watching sports. I love the ritualistic thing about it (when I was in school, we studied spectator sports as a Religious Ritual) and the brotherhood thing that goes on. I love that the guys are like kids playing, yelling, getting excited. I'm not a sports fan. My sport is watching the men watch the sport.
-I love it when I see a huge guy with a little puppy. I see lots of them around here in my town. When guys have pets, they love the heck out of them. My heart smiles watching them be tender and affectionate with them.
- I love how men love. When a man finds the woman he loves, he just loves her. He gives her lots of space for a wide range of emotional ups and downs (in that way we can be), is patient, gives lots of himself, lets lots slide. I can't tell you the numbers of men I have talked to when screening patrons, talking to in coaching or surrogate work, or as friends who say to me: "I just wish she was happy." or "I wish I could make her happy." They all say it with the same wistful tone. It's always so poignant. They love us. They want to have fun. They want to be happy.
-I love how romantic men are. I've talked about this on here before- I think men are way more romantic than women are and I love this discrepancy between the pervading myths and cultural ideas we have about roles and what I have experienced. And- it's not so much the romantic
things they do that tickle me nearly as much as the fact that they ARE romantic underneath that cultural image of "rugged manliness."
- I love it that when a man loves a woman, she becomes beautiful. Gals...you know we love to be peacocks, you
KNOW we do. And we love it when the man we choose thinks we are beautiful...and tells us. And men do. They do it with their eyes and their words. I love it when I hear a man say that he wishes the woman he loves loved her own body as much as he does. When will we listen????...and hear????
- I love how I can be direct with a man. No fuss, no muss, just give it to him straight. He doesn't want to have to guess or be telepathic. If he doesn't understand what I've said, or there is a misunderstanding, it's just that- a misunderstanding. Guys are cool that way. And so refreshing.
-Contrary to popular statistics, of the over 200 (maybe way over???...wayway???) men I've slept with I can honestly say that only 2 (that I remember) did that thing where they didn't care about my enjoyment in bed, were there just to get off. To the contrary- most make my pleasure paramount and try the best they know how to do that. In fact part of their pleasure is getting turned on by mine. Maybe this is the kind of lover I attract, not sure. But my experience of men is that they want to be good lovers, want to satisfy a woman in bed and out of it. (partially because guys aren't stupid and can see that they will have more fun if we're having more fun).
- I love their raw sexuality and power in the bedroom. Pretty much every woman I know, including me, loves being ravished, taken, blown away sexually. Yum.
- I love the smell and feel of a man, the textures of his skin, very different than mine. His hands, neck, eyes, stomach, legs, cock, ass, balls....the feel of his lips. By far, the vast majority of men I've been with have facial hair. I love moustaches and beards. Love them. I guess what I'm saying is I love mens' bodies.
- I love that protective enfolding and going inward that happens when I close my eyes and feel strong arms around me.
You guys just delight me.
Father's Day is tomorrow and I want to do a tribute, but not just to biological fathers. Fatherhood is a mighty thing, indeed, but not all choose that path in life. Some men aren't fathers yet, but will be. Each of the five or so men that come to mind that are over 50 and have chosen to not have children are looking at ways in which they can mentor or give to the next generation. I find this way cool, so consider them fathers, too. So, I thought it would be fun to honor all men, instead of just the ones who by choice or "fate" changed a poopie diaper or four (and you DID change a few of them, DIDN"T you?????)
-I love how men are helpful. And not just with women. I see men stop their cars for men, too, on the side of the road. Just about any guy will help with a move, will help fix something if they have the skill, will just help. I love this about men.
-I love watching men watching sports. I love the ritualistic thing about it (when I was in school, we studied spectator sports as a Religious Ritual) and the brotherhood thing that goes on. I love that the guys are like kids playing, yelling, getting excited. I'm not a sports fan. My sport is watching the men watch the sport.
-I love it when I see a huge guy with a little puppy. I see lots of them around here in my town. When guys have pets, they love the heck out of them. My heart smiles watching them be tender and affectionate with them.
- I love how men love. When a man finds the woman he loves, he just loves her. He gives her lots of space for a wide range of emotional ups and downs (in that way we can be), is patient, gives lots of himself, lets lots slide. I can't tell you the numbers of men I have talked to when screening patrons, talking to in coaching or surrogate work, or as friends who say to me: "I just wish she was happy." or "I wish I could make her happy." They all say it with the same wistful tone. It's always so poignant. They love us. They want to have fun. They want to be happy.
-I love how romantic men are. I've talked about this on here before- I think men are way more romantic than women are and I love this discrepancy between the pervading myths and cultural ideas we have about roles and what I have experienced. And- it's not so much the romantic things they do that tickle me nearly as much as the fact that they ARE romantic underneath that cultural image of "rugged manliness."
- I love it that when a man loves a woman, she becomes beautiful. Gals...you know we love to be peacocks, you KNOW we do. And we love it when the man we choose thinks we are beautiful...and tells us. And men do. They do it with their eyes and their words. I love it when I hear a man say that he wishes the woman he loves loved her own body as much as he does. When will we listen????...and hear????
- I love how I can be direct with a man. No fuss, no muss, just give it to him straight. He doesn't want to have to guess or be telepathic. If he doesn't understand what I've said, or there is a misunderstanding, it's just that- a misunderstanding. Guys are cool that way. And so refreshing.
-Contrary to popular statistics, of the over 200 (maybe way over???...wayway???) men I've slept with I can honestly say that only 2 (that I remember) did that thing where they didn't care about my enjoyment in bed, were there just to get off. To the contrary- most make my pleasure paramount and try the best they know how to do that. In fact part of their pleasure is getting turned on by mine. Maybe this is the kind of lover I attract, not sure. But my experience of men is that they want to be good lovers, want to satisfy a woman in bed and out of it. (partially because guys aren't stupid and can see that they will have more fun if we're having more fun).
- I love their raw sexuality and power in the bedroom. Pretty much every woman I know, including me, loves being ravished, taken, blown away sexually. Yum.
- I love the smell and feel of a man, the textures of his skin, very different than mine. His hands, neck, eyes, stomach, legs, cock, ass, balls....the feel of his lips. By far, the vast majority of men I've been with have facial hair. I love moustaches and beards. Love them. I guess what I'm saying is I love mens' bodies.
- I love that protective enfolding and going inward that happens when I close my eyes and feel strong arms around me.
You guys just delight me.