- I like to stroll all kewl on those people mover walkways in airports. I think that must be what it feels like to have really long legs.
- I love all of Chris’ smells. Soap on her skin (or not). Sun in her hair. Sweaty feets. Soft belly.
- My Ipod. My life.
- I am secretly amused when str8 women puff up and try to act tuff around me.
- When ladies who lunch try to befriend me, I always suspect they simply want to claim a lesbian acquaintance, and it kinda grates in some deep place within me that I don’t even know much about.
- I am impatient with those easy-going-own-the-world wussies who putt golf while on the phone; pale, codecrunching, geek boys who pontificate as if they are the gods of all creation, and sweet men with unfortunate egos so heavy the weight nearly crushes their own good hearts.
- My spirit cheers scrappy men with worn work boots, men who can jump up on a rooftop or off the back of a truck like everyday heroes. I like how they are silently colloborative yet competitive with one other. I like the way they pose and flex just cuz it feels damn good to be strong.
- Some closing advice — If you are ever holding something sugar-free in your hands and considering eating it, check the ingredients. DO NOT ingest if “mannitol” or “maltitol” are listed. Do not tug on Superman’s cape. Do not spit in the wind.
That is all.
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