(Old) I’m The Man! Rant

(Old) I’m The Man! Rant

What a load of crock. Lets break it down… ever heard these so called ‘Men’ saying something like ‘because I’m a man’, ‘real men don’t do that’, ‘talk like a man’, etc. What are they really saying? Very subtle way they’ve made women look like a bad thing. No one ever says talk like a woman right. The so called fairer sex. Let me tell you something! First of all a real man should not have a limit! Oh thats not a mans profession… but the men that do that profession excel and are recognized for their work. I don’t do that coz I’m a man… what a weak excuse to limit your capabilities… ever see it that way? The men that use these lines are so weak they hide behind these lines. Talk like a man to them means throw in some cuss words, talk all big but do nothing. And one thing I’ve noticed is the same guys that use the ‘talk like a man’ line are the bitchy hormonal ones. What a juicy contradiction. These verbal vampires not only make it ‘look’ like he’s a man, they also put the same man one up on the women. But I know your game, see I just lay in the cut watching this play and though I give props for the illusion … you’re no man.

You wanna know a real man?! Mr. Miyagi from Karate Kid. He’s the one that practices one of my favorite quotes. True power is knowing that you can, but you don’t. See he’s all quiet and calm no matter how many fools challenge him coz he knows if he has to, he can shut them up. Thats a man! Not these fools roaming around getting all emotional just coz someone said a lil something. I remember when I used to skive school and hustle at pool tables these punjabi uncles always had that going on. What are you trying to prove and to whom? Be solid in your self man. 50 year olds still looking for challenges from teens? Talking about I can drink you under the table. Thats another thing… being able to drink me under the table aint a good thing. Getting high asap is! Not only is that good on your organs but you make a cheap date ;o)

Anyway since we’re talking about subtle hints. Just like this man stuff. We do this everyday with our religions, countries, etc. Lets take this silly named group on facebook for example. There was a group called something like Born in Kenya – Sorry if you’re not. Are you kidding me? I got pride for being born in my country but I don’t feel sorry for others coz I’m sure they love theirs just as much. All these kinda statements which say you’re proud or represent something has to be stated with some thought or you’re indirectly putting the others down and they wont know it but they’ll feel it. It’s like when you’re at a restaurant and want to get someone pissed at you without them knowing why. Do this… keep putting your items in his space of the table. You don’t have to do it that close but your items should be inside his ‘borders’. And trust me we all make out the posts for the borders even if it’s not with items you can figure it out pretty quick.

You know what takes skill… it’s representing or being proud of the country, religion, gender, etc that you were not born into… representing what you were born into is too easy and everyone does it. Anyway I might be repeating stuff so yeah. Folks using these statements… we know your game now. How about instead of being a man or woman or Kenyan or whatever… just be yourself. Or better yet… JUST BE!

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To Come And Give Or Just To Come Dilemma

To Come And Give Or Just To Come Dilemma:
Ok to me anything done artificially is not meant to be done. Be it breasts, plastic surgery and especially IVF. I mean why force the bod to do something it’s not ready to do. There must be a reason the body don’t wanna make babies in the first place. Plus there’s the population issue and so many children that need parents anyway! Back to the point… now I’m confused coz I saw an ad for donating sperm and it’s like one of the odd things I just wanna do. So it’s like one side I’m going against what I believe in while on the other I’m not being me kinda thing. Plus it’s normally just selfish DIY… In this case you get paid to DIY! Hell, I’ll just go with the flow for now coz if that urge is strong enough I wont be able to stop it myself. Wham, bam, thank you hand.

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Memoirs of a Nature Voyeur

Memoirs of a Nature Voyeur
I’ve watched the earth and weather fornicate right in front of us and we don’t even realise it. As Al Gore pointed out… an year to the planet is like one full breath, inhalation and exhalation. Well to me one year is like a day and night of courting for the planet. Picture earth as the lady and the weather as the not so gentleman.

Spring
Winter is over so it’s time to flirt. They’re recovering from the previous night. She gradually decorates her trees with light clothing… lots of leaves and a blossom put on like glitter, they only stand out when he focuses his light on them. He does not seem that interested after last night. It’s to early anyway so they both want to get their bearings back.

Summer
Just like an animal on heat… it’s on! Not only has she dressed up fully, she’s also accessorised ostentatiously with nests and birds and sometimes with carrier bags stuck on her limbs. Those are not her choice just like a lumpy mascara. Seems like he can’t keep his glare off her, so much so it’s making her heat up. She sends her flocks of birds at him, like teasing him with her perfume. He’s still a gentleman for now, only the glare of his heat is aggressive. She can’t resist it. Grass and flowers reach up to him like goosebumps.

Autumn
Feels like evening and as much as they don’t want to part… they have to get changed for their rendezvous. She comes back with a fiery number, yellows like butter that make him melt. Oranges like the blushing they both try to ignore. Reds like a dessert with a cherry on top that he can’t wait to eat. He changes his aggressive hot sun for a cooler, mysterious moon. He glitters like a superstar. They take a minute to look each other over and later nature take it’s course. Before you know it… he is intensely flirting with her, his wind takes her and spins her around, grabs her securely and flings her away sometimes like in Swing Dance, sometimes like Tango. His wind passes through her leaves like a fingers through hair… but as it gets stronger it’s more like he’s undressing her. Her leaves settle on the ground… she does not care if she seems un-ladylike any more. She bares all.

Winter
It’s about that time. Even though they’re naked and cold, the play fighting goes on. Everything on her feels like a celebration with kissing under mistletoes and unwrapping his gift, everything on him feels like he has no control. How can they be so stiff and supple? While we walk on by trying to get away from the misery and layer up… these two are inseparable. The time has come… we look forward for his point of no return because to us, it’s the perfect christmas. He covers her with his uncontrolled snow. We watch through our windows, some complain, others marvel but the two it matters most to… they are in rapture… and paralysed.

It’s spring again and they’re recovering from the pervious night…

(My thoughts are not meant to be too poetic or censored but I thought using ‘bukkake’ or ‘money-shot’ would not go too well so I thought I’d mention them here ;o))

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Life is Buttons, Switches, Knobs and Screens

Life is Buttons, Switches, Knobs and Screens
Wake up to my mobile alarm, the screen says 4:30… I press the snooze button. 3 More times and it’s nearly 5. Switch on the light and see a screen with my reflection. Not a pretty sight at 5am. Get my things and get in the shower, close the screen door and turn some knobs. (Was gonna mention something funny about knob hygiene but just the mention should be enough). I notice something new in the bathroom, housemate got herself a toothbrush with… guess what… A BUTTON! Look at my computer screen and press some buttons to add some new music and charge my mp3 player. Back to he screen with my reflection… fix up the mess I saw early… the eyes will work out themselves as I wake up slowly. Get in the bus, tap my card, screen says 3 days to expiry. Look through large screens till I near my stop and press a button to let the driver know. Get to the work entrance and press a combination of buttons to get in. Repeat the process on a second door. Switch on the lights and my computer. The whole day now I’ll be seated in front of a screen hitting buttons. Look through the window screen to the other room and there are my coworkers doing the same.

Lunch time. Get to the shops and get my lunch. The lady passes my lunch across a screen and asks me to pay. I insert my card and follow instructions on the screen. Hmmm 4 buttons to press, I better get this right. YES! But wait forgot to ask for cash back… repeat process at an ATM. By now lunch is over and after lunch I gots to have a chocolate! Spot a vending machine and behind the screen there’s all sorts of goodies… I’ve been craving the dark chocolate Bounty so press the respective buttons for the machine to drop my candy. Screen says I got change but it’s not coming out… oh I gotta press a button for that too.

Work… same old. Finish work and since I left my bike at work I’ll cycle to the gym. Turn a few knobs on the combination long and off we go. Get to the gym… soooo many more buttons and screens and displays of all sorts. Treadmill, exercycle, crosstrainer, rowing machine… looks like my fingers are getting a workout too. I’m done and feeling like I wanna relax to a movie and some company. The cinema next door is perfect so text my date so we can both relax by sitting still and silent to an extra large screen and to see better I have this frame on my face that has a couple of little see through screens to make my vision better.

C’est La Vie

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Genders on Enlightenment

Genders on Enlightenment
Who is more enlightened? Neither! Enlightenment can’t be measure in the first place but if we want to measure it lets have a look.

Men – They’re already enlightened… men would not mind living in the worst conditions and they’d be fine with it. They wont be happy but the can accept it, if they don’t they’ll do something about it. So men get props for being at peace with the present mostly but it could mean sloppy living and hygiene issues lol.

Women – They’re always looking for ways of self improvement and finding themselves and all that. So women get props from knowing that they is something better but that means they’ll keep at it, even after they’re fulfilled in that they NEED and end up WANTING more.

See like Tantra and other beliefs talk about man and woman balancing out each other. Yin Yang etc. So how dare! How dare Eckhart Tolle put that in his book… both have the ability to get there but there are distractions, for men – they want women and for women – they want everything! Funny but true. I could break it down better but it’s just my quick reply to the bloody book!

Oh and then we have the transgender… the mainest reason I’m so fascinated by them is because they can be the perfect instrument for enlightenment. My focus is more on the hermaphrodites as others either take hormones or there is not a perfect balance kinda thing. The way I see it… lot of them have a lot of conflict in their lives and thats the point… what if these guys/girls make an effort on the path… I would soooooooo love to see that coz they don’t necessarily need another partner for completion. Of course men and women don’t necessarily need the other for completion but it’s much harder. Ah it’s like a Catch 22 thing ok. I’ve said what I gotta say!

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A Neverending Slow Dance

A Neverending Slow Dance
My name is Earth, hers is Moon. Since as far as I can remember, we’ve been going in circles like this. Don’t know when it started, hope it never ends. When I don’t see her I get to rest knowing that she’s still there. But when I see her, something happens to me.

At first she gives me a shy smile with her waxing crescent. After that her first quarter, her waxing gibbous and then her full moon. Her full moon gets the animals in me howling. She can see the rush she gives me. And like a tease she knows she shakes up my waters when I see her lit up in detail. Every crater from her humorum to her crisium. I tease her back with my clouds, she doesn’t know I’m copying bollywood songs when I hide behind them but it works. It’s time for her to go again. She’ll never show it but behind her waning crescent smile hides her sadness.

We want to be closer but that would be destructive to both of us. So we make the most of every dance. Having a stronger gravitational force I do get a kiss from a meteor now and then but she knows it’s natural. Recently I’ve found a way to send her part of me and decorate her with flags. I know she doesn’t like it, but she keeps if for me.

Sometimes I can’t figure her out, when I see her on my horizon she looks yellow-red and bigger than normal. Like she’s blushing so much she’s about to explode. But as she comes on top of me she shrinks and changes to a sharper blue. No matter where I go I feel like she’s a step ahead.

Whatever happens I know if ever I miss her, all I have to do is look out and find her there. A love story that never ends.

(Picture of the Moon from the North Pole with the moon at it’s closest point)

From RANDOMS
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