I hate them –
Their brutal careless strength,
Their sweat, their dirt, their body odor,
Their dominating sexual aggression.
Being restrained, controlled, manipulated,
Forced to submit, forced to be passive,
Forced to respond against my will,
My body betraying me to side with the enemy,
I was forced to be their tool and their toy.
I love them –
Their strong male personae,
Their supple shifting muscles,
Their gleaming wet bodies,
Hair in plastered patterns,
Acting on instinct – sure and secure,
Self-possessed and confident,
Uncaring of the consequences;
I still worship, captive at their idol altars.
Edited by traveler (08/08/12 10:56 PM)
We are often troubled, but not crushed;
sometimes in doubt, but never in despair;
there are many enemies, but we are never without a friend;
and though badly hurt at times, we are not destroyed.
- Paul, II Cor 4:8-9