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Take my hand [sept 8 - reloaded june 6]

That...

 

Take my hand.

 

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JUNE 6: I put this photo on first place again because I wanted to dedicate it to viewfinder, for his photo here and his wonderful words, which I feel so identified with that I re-adapted in my own voice in his photo comments.

 

Thank you for being like that, vf. And for sharing it, openly.

 

Jim´s words (I transcript here)

 

"do you know us? we cry in movies, have been known to set down a bit of verse, give at least as much head as we get, really cook (not bullshit bachelor cuisine), can manage a credible floral arrangement, and understand some small aspect (one can realistically hope for little more) of the feminine mystique.

 

women like us.

 

if we're not overtly wolfish (I'm only marginally so), one might ask "is he gay?" that is, until you get one of us in the sack, because we've read our share of cosmo and know where the g-spot is; because we approach a woman's body with devotion, with reverence, even (we still have a hard time believing "she's with me?")...

 

anyway, do you know where we came from?

 

see, back in high school we were the guys that the hot girls only wanted to "be friends" with while they were dropping their skirts for the bad boys. left to our own devices, i guess you could say that over time we evolved... maybe we had too much time on our hands on too many friday nights.

 

so flash forward to now, and one of us runs into the urban cleopatra who once wouldn't give us the time of day -- she's in the grocery store or at the gym, and maybe she's got a divorce under her belt, or maybe she's just gotten tired of being treated like shit. so a bright conversation leads to a cautious friendship which blooms into romance, and cleopatra ultimately wonders "why didn't I go for him back when?"

 

the answer is, we were steeping...

 

metrosexuals... good husbands, good dads, get 'em while they're hot."

 

 

My version of Jim´s words:

 

"do you know us? we don´t always cry in movies, have been known to set down a bit of prose, give at least as much head as we get, really don´t cook (the less bullshit bachelor cuisine), can´t manage a credible floral arrangement, and understand some small aspect (one can realistically hope for little more) of the male mystique.

 

men like us.

 

if we're not overtly wolfish (I'm only marginally so), one might ask "is she gay?" that is, until you get one of us in the sack, because we've read our share of cosmo and know where the g-spot is; because we approach a man's body with devotion, with reverence, even (we still have a hard time believing "he's with me?")...

 

anyway, do you know where we came from?

 

see, back in high school we were the girls that the guys only wanted to "be friends" with while they were dropping their tongue for the girls who dropped their skirts. left to our own devices, i guess you could say that over time we evolved... maybe we had too much time on our hands on too many friday nights.

 

so flash forward to now, and one of us runs into the urban mark anthony who once wouldn't give us the time of day -- he's in the grocery store or at the gym, and maybe he's got a divorce under his belt, or maybe he's just gotten tired of being treated like shit. so a bright conversation leads to a cautious friendship which blooms into romance, and mark anthony ultimately wonders "why didn't I go for her back when?"

 

the answer is, we were steeping...

 

Sexual... good wifes, good mothers, get 'em while they're hot."

 

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Taken on September 7, 2004