I fink some of you pointers out there might have a bit of a knotted tail over my lastly post… All about the boy poogies wot snarled on me the udder day, and their pack. I am come to tell you now, dis time I right for you wonderly boys I love and cherish til deaf do I part. Sure, there’s been some bad guys I wish I didn’t know, but I could say the same for some of them gals, too. You know! If a man has a problem, he tells you, fires you, throws a punch, takes a bat to your car, etc. If a woman has a problem, she goes behind your back and ruins your damn life.
First off, Firemen. I am Most Impredicated on your Curage, and always will bee. Every time I’ve had a car run me over (never had a burning dog house, so far), there they are, those fellas that run TOWARD the dangers. I have nebber, ebber, seen a bad fireman. I luv dem fellers. Thanks, you fire-fightin’ fellers (yep, I loves ya women ones, too, but I hardly ever see ya, and you better be a biggo gal to carry me outta that burnin’ house! OK?!). As a not-that-bigga-dog, I love y’all biggo dudes, it’s most impressionable. It’s not strickly about being tall and strong, it’s also about being guys that will pull you outta that burning thing or get Jaws of Light and open your smashed-up car-nage for you. Y’all are HEROES. Bless allya hearts, me hearties. I send you biscuits FOREVER. And you damn fine lookin’ speci-men, too. ^_^
I love m’daddog, and he set the pace way back. He’s a good feller. So I love all the dads that are lovin’ their pups, and doing those fun dad things wiff their littles, and being sweet and gentle, too. But not just dads, I know so many good fellers, they are strong and not afraid to be sweet and gentle, in their own manly way. Wimmin, we luuuv that. To expand: A strong man can be manly while he’s being sweet. It’s not “feminine,” like a gal, it’s YIN, we all have summa dat; we all have some yang, too. We are complex critters. Why we gotta be so dang rigid, tell ppl they’re not okay if they vary a little bit?? As Bella would say, what the hell, my good dogs?! Yin/Yang is just ways to be, it’s this ‘n’ that, it’s the skinny and the fat, it’s not about what kind of genitalia ya got. Every buddy is OK, accept it and it will grow.
Some of my gals that get a little rabid wif the “I kin do it for myself, dammit!” thing, and mebbe they make cents and mebbe they don’t… Speakin’ as a gal with plenty of yang myself, who likes being strong, and tinkering with stuff, and getting dirty and in my younger days, playin’ football, even… What in the whirled is wrong with some courtesy, and chevalier, even? Knot a thing! I LIKE IT. If it ain’t all full of snotty condescendents, it’s NICE. And if I get there first, lads, I’ll hold that door for you, too, specially if you’re an elder. We kin all be NICE. Yesh.
So that brings us to how much we gals like you guys to move the furniture, and fix the car, and protect us from mean guys or other bad things (such as Dr. Fauci-Jackle and Mr. Hide-A-Gates. I know I value that!). Go, Canukker Trukkers!! Yeah, that’s a great example right there! I know there’s lady truckers, too, but mostly fellers, and LOOK what they’re doing… They are brave and good, patriots and heroes. They stand up and say HELL, NO. I do love that, soooo much, I do, I do. I will do that, too, with some big fellers next to me! I otter hitch a ride, eh?
Once I came home and my door was unlocked and a light on I didn’t leave on and I was skeered. I called the coppers, and those guys came quick, and just went in there, not knowin’ what they’d find, and they made sure nobody was gonna jump out and stab me like in the movie— okay, ALL those movies— and I was Mighty Grateful, and not Dead. Coppers get a bad rap these days, but I’ve had LOTS of good copper experiences, where they do zackly what I want them to do… protect me! I don’t carry a gun (yet). I like feeling like they got my back(side). Thanks, to all you fellers, too. I think I speak for a whole buncha gals when I say you guys need to hear more of this kinda thing. Yeah? Yeah, babes.
You are beloved, my main men, believe me. Now, nobody told me to say these things. Nobody complained. Nobody accused me of being a not-see fimminista. I just thought you men needed to hear this stuff … And there’s more…
I have to say, women don’t need encouragement to stare— y’all look good, alright? Mm, mm, mm. You sure don’t look like we gals do, and we are quite aware of that, and it’s a good thang. And I’ll tell ya the truth, dudes, sometimes, we even like the way you smed. Y’all just yummy, you just BILT that way, and I know you like to hear that! Everybody likes to be told this kind of stuff. Sometimes it seems like maybe men don’t hear it as much as women do. So you shall! It’s true. It’s this appreciation of each other that makes life fun. I’m just gonna start a new trend.
Seriously, we are each other’s other halfs. We complete the circle, together— think of that yin/yang symbol, it’s got a little bit of the other in each part. We compliment each other. We support and help each other. We all do what we do, and we don’t have to fit some cookie cutter thang, we just find each other and celebrate each other. If a guy wants to stay home and be the child care, fine. If a gal wants to be a construction worker, fine. Can we just relax and have fun and not worry about who is wearing the pants? We all like pants.
Alright? Can we move on now, to the New Paradigm where we just are friends and lovers and family and all that good stuff, and live in peace together? I mean, AFTER we save the world from psycho freak muffo parasite filthy rich murderous slime? Yeah. Let’s get together now and bring it home. We wimminfolk love ya, menfolk. Nobody needs to get cancelled.
(I’m writing this for those who are attracted to the opposite sex… Y’all same-same peeps are cool by me, and we all can just chill out and have a good day… I don’t CARE what you do with your honeys, that’s why we invented DOORS.)
I think we need less of this social antagonism (we mustn’t let the Bad Guys divide and conquer us!), or lack of social anything at all, and MORE parties, and MORE BBQ and music, and MORE theater, and MORE poetry readings, and MORE carnivals, and MORE picnics… You know what I’m talking about. The good things in life. Bring back the good things in life. Together.
Good Woof! And Good Luck.
You've got me smiling and laughing, thank you!!!!
You know that psycho man turned me on to you. (I think he's trapped in a delusional nightmare, too too sad. I think he's maybe been through hell and never got out. Is maybe too afraid to.)
Thanks again for this. I love the language of it too! ❤️
Greetings from Eugene and from fascistbook, I love how you put a good perspective on things, quite valuable these days for staying somewhat sane despite being too well informed:) Cheers,Tom, aka josenoway