My previous blog post about my love for women
stirred up a little dust devil. Not enough to warrant tornado warning but
enough to prompt me to explain a few things.
There is indeed a thin line between love and
what I shall call lust. It’s almost an imperceptible slide from an admire
glance to a leering stare, from suave and cool to creep and gross and the sad
thing is that the only way you notice is when the females start giving you a
very wide berth.
I will also admit that there are days when my look
was not so innocent. I shall not defend that. In fact I shall say I knew what
it was. However there are days when my glance was just that a glance and with
it an appreciation for the female form. This “other” glance happened often
enough for me to start asking the question, “is it possible to actually look at
a woman without intent to undress her with your eyes or engage in coitus and or
be misunderstood and sent to church to be exorcised of demons of lust” because
here I was looking but not having all those bad feelings attached.
This has led me to a couple of questions and
conclusions most of them based on common sense and a general remembrance of
scripture. Apologies again, I do not normally remember scriptural specifics.
So this is what I think. Eyes were made for
looking, bodies for admiring and the brain and heart for regulation while the
bible provided the said regulation and code of conduct.
I love women’s bodies. Yes I do. I am sorry
ladies but a walking brain is not that attractive. A brain within a beautiful shaped
head with a pleasant face; now that is attractive. Like the proverbial chicken
and egg type story, I wonder what is worse being stared at too much or not
being stared at all. I am not a woman I will
never know.
Just because we have eyes and they have awesome
bodies does not mean that we have license to be lascivious. Outer beauty is
what attracts the bee, it’s the inner beauty that keeps the bee or keeps it
coming back.
I love women because they are not men. I love
that they always normally seek togetherness over men’s competitiveness. I like
that they intuitively know when you are hurting and somehow have the right
thing to say. I love that as a man, my woman’s (is that offensive) support
means more to me than anything and gives me courage to attempt to climb
mountains.
I love their brains. I love a woman who can
read, and cook and watch TV at the same time. I just love that they can do
that. I love that women see beyond just the chiseled chin and statuesque figure
to the kind, gentle man within.
They are mothers, carers and nurturers and they
don’t even have to be their own kids. My mother is a woman. That counts as a
reason to I think hehehe.
Women are resilient, resourceful and strong. They
endure the greatest storms and still come out radiant and beautiful most of the
times. They never stop loving. They would die for those they love. They are
open with their sentiment and professions of said love.
They are gently, kind, thoughtful and many
times generous. They cry….yeah I know that does not seem like a positive but
trust me a good cry sometimes beats a good gym workout.
From the top of their heads to the tips of
their toes; from the depths of their hearts to the widths of their hips women
are awesome. They are awesome and mysterious in so many ways I am struggling to
find a way to list the. Simply put women are women and that’s awesome.
This is the other side of the beauty coin. We need
both sides, at least as men and both sides are what make up beauty. While beauty
(on the outside at least) is only skin deep, the insides without the skin would
be fascinating but a little creeps I think and all those aeriform goodness
would have no individuality or identity.
It would be impossible to list down the WHY of
my love for women but I hope I let those around me know every day that they are
beautiful both inside and out.
