Wednesday, April 29, 2015
This is for the women who don’t give a f**k.
The women who are first to get naked, howl at the moon and jump into the sea.
The women who drink too much whisky, stay up too late and have sex like they mean it.
The women who know they aren’t sluts because they enjoy sex, but are human beings with a healthy sexual appetite.
The women who will ask you for what they need in bed.
This is for the women who seek relentless joy; the ones who know how to laugh with their whole souls.
The women who speak to strangers because they have no fear in their hearts.
The ones who wear “night make up” in the morning or don’t own mascara.
The women who know their worth, who plant their feet and roar in their brilliance.
The women who aren’t afraid to tell a man to get the f**k out of her heart if he doesn’t honor her heart.
This is for the women who rock combat boots with frilly skirts.
The women who swear like truck drivers.
The women who hold the people who harass or wrong them with fierce accountability.
The women who flip gender norms and false limitations the bird and live to run successful companies giving “the man” a run for his name.
The ones who don’t find their success a compliment just because they have a vagina.
Women like Gloria Steinem who, when she was told, “We want a writer, not a woman. Go home,” kept writing anyway.
This is for the women who drink coffee at midnight and wine in the morning, and dare you to question it.
For the women who open doors for men and are confident enough to have doors opened for them.
Who use “no” to be in service for themselves.
Who don’t give a damn about pleasing the world, and do sweetly as they wish.
For the superheroes—the single moms who work three jobs to make it. I salute your resilient, cape-flapping, ambitious selves.
This is for the women who throw down what they love, and don’t waste time following society’s pressures to exist behind a white picket fence.
The women who create wildly, unbalanced, ferociously and in a blur at times.
The women who know how to be busy and know how to plant their feet in the earth and get grounded.
These are the women I want around me.
By Janne Robinson
**I hope you find your happy**
Friday, April 17, 2015
Relationship Lottery!
Relative to a partner in crime, I'd watch paint dry with the right person. That's the true test of absolute compatibility. If you can have fun doing that, you've won the relationship lottery.
Hassan Pérez: ...or one watching tv on the couch and the other laying across the same couch reading with his/her head on the tv viewer's lap. No words said because communication at the right level can sometimes transcend words.
TaNae Sanders: I love it...Comfortable silence right.
TaNae Sanders: Yes fresh from the laundry with all its rips and wear & tear.
Hassan Pérez: ...but nothing feels better because nothing fits better.
TaNae Sanders : And you keep them forever.
Hassan Pérez : No matter what....
TaNae Sanders: NO MATTER WHAT!
Hassan Pérez: ...and you always seem to find a reason to wear them, no matter the occasion, no matter the season.
TaNae Sanders : Even if you haven't washed them in days maybe even weeks.
Hassan Pérez : And everyone else is "dressed up," with your jeans you still show up.
TaNae Sanders: ......and show off, because you feel like you are draped in cashmere silk.
Hassan Pérez : but so much better because soft silk shreds while soft jeans last through all weather
TaNae Sanders : Rain, sleet or snow
Hassan Pérez: and, of course, breezy, sunny days and warm, moonlit nights
TaNae Sanders: They're always your "Go-To" even in the midst of a bunch of others.
Hassan Pérez : Especially since you don't have to go to because they're already there.
Deeeeeeeeeeep!!
Lil. Impromptu dialogue poetry thingy thing with my buddy.
* may you find joy in the unlikeliest of places.
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