This Is What I Love About Men
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
This is what I love about men: How they pull off their shirts, grabbing at the back of their neck-collar yanking it off in one fell swoop. Like it’s instinct. Women seem to struggle more taking off their clothes, unruly snaps and caught-up arms, and with men it’s simpler. They’re naked quickly.
I’ve noticed lately how men have this need to SORT THINGS OUT and to tell you truly this makes me want to grab men by the beltloops and kiss them with passionate abandon. I LOVE that men will walk on the car-side of the sidewalk, or try and pay for some cheap dinner because they want to keep me from danger, or financial difficulty—I like it when men take it upon themselves to set up my wireless DSL. And if they DON’T (if they CAN’T) they still feel like they SHOULD and maybe I love THAT even more.
I love that men feel accountable to women in day-to-day sorts of ways.
I love how men sit in public, slouched down, legs open, cock pushed forward like they own the joint. Men are always doing that. Making space for their cocks not having to ASK if they can and I find that simple, straightforward move aggressive. But then I like that.
I love it when men push their weight against me, when they purposefully press past me in a crowded room, or if (drunk and joking) they sit on my lap in some almost vacant bar. I like how heavy men are. I like their weight on top of me lying in bed.
And too I love how men STARE at women–looking for BEAUTY in women–and how they always FIND it. Maybe men feel strange saying sunsets, or flowers or mountainscapes or moonviews are GORGEOUS, but men can say that about women (they’re expected to) and I think that’s important. I think it’s sexy when men appreciate the divine.
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