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Men just don’t see as well as women, I thought to myself as I stood doing dishes. Something about needing visual pornography and not noticing where the soup mugs are and finding it hard to compliment someone. They don’t see as sensitively as women, perhaps. Or not as deeply. Maybe they were read to less, so their imagination was not as stimulated. Maybe it’s genetic. But it’s there. I think that overall they don’t hear as well, either. They listen better than women, often, but they don’t hear that well. They don’t compute. They don’t connect. Their brains aren’t as well developed? They don’t feel as much with touch, either, until they learn how. That’s why men and women are so good together, because they can learn from each other, teach each other, Men are definitely better at doing. Moving their muscles. Accomplishing. March 5 2008 |
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What if I were chosen to
come to earth, mate with an earthling of acceptable intelligence,
in order to produce offspring that would be able to go out and preach
and teach others? Things that earthlings need to know in order to
survive. Each offspring would be responsible for teaching and preaching
to a different group of earthlings.
August 2006 |
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I seem to pick up men like feral cats -- uncivilized, able to survive without me (not dependent), needy at times -- but able to provide me with the small bit of emotional connection -- the qi connection I don't get from vegetables and fruits. Well, fruits are the most civilized of all -- aware of their surroundings, people, behavior -- but manly and sexy. I've been with a few. "Straight" men can benefit from the advice and example of the queer, as can straight women learn from the lezzie. January 26, 2006 |
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While boys were doing, girls were talking, dreaming, reading, wishing, and hoping. Maybe that's why women are better at understanding directions than men: their visual imagination is better. All is not lost, however. Many men I know who have spent most of their time around women — who are drawn to women to be with rather than their fellow man — seem to know the things women know; their minds have been expanded and are comfortable operating like women's minds. They can understand from their woman friends' perspectives. I, on the other hand, having spent most of my time around men, have learned many of men's characteristics, in the outspoken way I talk, the demands I make of others, and the confidence with which I express my ideas. This helps me be supportive of men and their unique position in life.
October 23, 2003 |
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Smart girls don't need to be as cute and pretty as average or dumb girls, because from a mating/evolutionary point of view, smart boys are more attracted to girls with brains. Improvement of the species and all that. When we have risen to a high level of smartness, the smart boys begin to find good-looking girls of average intelligence desirable, while the smart girls go for good-looking guys who are perhaps not geniuses. This makes for a better gene pool over all.
October 22, 2003 |
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This morning, after yet another rain, my pond is swirls of chocolate ice cream and lime sherbet. I am tired, even though I have had a good night's sleep. I feel like the people in the TV commercial for some pharmaceutical drug, the ones who have had chemo and are so tired. But I have had no chemo, just pollution to breathe. The rain washes through for a brief moment, then the tropical air returns and I am stifled by its weight. I lie down and let the bright white light in for just a few minutes, reveling in its strength, its warmth, its calm. I am at peace. August 8, 2003 |
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I walked with enthusiasm this evening to see the last of the flowering quince out on the long driveway. I missed it the first year I lived out in the country. But after discovering it the second spring while I was pruning dead branches nearby, I opened up the space around it, discovering a second plant that needed nurturing. This spring, my fourth here, I was waiting for them to blossom, and began my daily walks to see the beautiful bright salmon-colored flowers. Flowering quince comes out after the yellow daffodils and forsythia, but just before the white cherry and dogwood. It only lasts for a few days. Like all in nature, there is an order to things, a pulsation, a cycle of life that includes the plants, the wildlife, the nearby housebuilders, and me.
April 28, 2003 |
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In the beginning of a good love story, they're on opposite sides of something, and he makes her laugh, she makes him laugh, and they both begin to find their authentic selves. He's oblique, closed down, a workaholic perhaps. She seems full of life to him. Every meeting is left unfinished, incomplete — each new meeting they're glad to see each other. They are well aligned, their commonalities comforting, and differences interesting. Music joins them further. They bond, they confide, they grow closer. One or both become afraid of the strong connection. They back up for a while, miss the connection, reach out to each other, embrace, laugh, touch, talk — and so begins the dance of love. And so began ours.
May 11, 2003 |
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