Category Archives: Women

5-Word Story: Safe Space

“Here, nothing could hurt me.”

Woman

Thank you to the beautiful woman whose photo inspired this piece of writing.

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Speaking As A Man: Women, You Don’t Want To Be Like Me

I’m happy that birth control is now harder to obtain, and this is why:

More Birth Control = Less Conception
Less Conception = Less Births
Less Births = Less Babies
And:

Less Babies = Less Women

Love

If pointing out what birth control does is “mansplaining” than, for the sake of the future of femininity, I am a proud mansplainer.

Now:

Tommy Boy

As far as I understand it: More often than not, women want birth control because women want what men naturally have: Sex without the responsibility that comes with it over the course of the ensuing 9 months.

The reason I say “More often than not” is: Birth control does have uses that have nothing to do with preventing conception. I’ve heard from women who take birth control not because they want to have a worry-free Friday night, but because without it their life would be in danger. And I see nothing wrong with birth control being used to save a life, not prevent one.

But, otherwise, I never understood the praise heaped on it…

I find it weird that a movement (Feminism) that champions all that women are and do, supports an act (taking birth control) that will, inevitably, lead to less women in the world. It comes across as Animal Farm-esque:

All women are equal. But some women are more equal than others.

Speechless

I deleted my previous post, “10-Word Story: Moment Of Calm”, because I felt like it didn’t measure up to the standard I have for myself. I don’t know what my standard is, but I know what it isn’t.

When it comes to my 10-word stories, I usually write them fast. I see a beautiful piece of art, and the words pop into my head in no time. But for “Moment of Calm” I spent over an hour thinking of what to say.

The piece of art was so beautiful. I felt I had to say something. I was going for something serious, sensual, or erotic, but settled for something semi-humorous: One child asking another what his mom is doing sitting naked at his dinner table. How awkward might that conversation be?

But, after giving it more thought: The woman in this piece of art deserves better than that. She  deserves better than I can currently give her.

She literally leaves me speechless.

Woman

The closest words that I can currently imagine doing her justice are these lyrics from “Always With Me” from Spirited Away:

Though the road is long and lonely and the end far away, out of sight
I can with these arms embrace the light

As I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel
My silent empty body begins to listen to what is real

On another note:

Recently, I had a conversation with fellow blogger Love Alchemy about nudity and nature. In it, she said:

I remember most vividly bathing in streams and walking through what I would call forest for lack of a better term. It was a place of tall trees, uninhabited, serene and being naked was just so, a be’ing. Though quite young I recall those moments fondly and feel edified to hold any remembrance of beauty.

And I realize that, since that conversation, I’ve been trying to help her “hold any remembrance of” the beauty of, for example, bathing in streams. That’s one of the reasons for posts like “10-Word Story: Revelation.”

And I’ve also realized that, ultimately, I am not Love Alchemy. No matter how hard I might try, or how hard I might want to, I cannot see the world through her eyes. To put it another way: Ultimately, only Love Alchemy can tell Love Alchemy‘s story.

I wasn’t trying to “tell her story” because I thought she was not able to tell it herself.

Like with the work of art that left me speechless, I just wanted to say something; do something to help Love Alchemy hold on to the beauty of her past because I could not accept doing nothing.

Why could I not accept doing nothing? The answer to this question goes back to one of the driving forces behind this blog:

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
~ Matthew 5:14 — 16

Where do I myself go from here? I don’t know.

But, I believe the best thing that I can do is, to quote “Always With Me”:

listen to what is real

Wild Child: A Short Story — Part 4

Calla said every prayer she knew.

It had started with a bath.

Half-frozen and clinging to King Arlo’s furs, the wild child had collapsed before she took two steps inside the castle.

A cozy blanket, a bowl of hot soup, a tankard of ice water, a roaring fire, and a steaming bath — everything the child needed to be herself once more. But, Calla would find out what herself meant…

Mouth agape, Calla watched the child climb out of the silks she had dressed her in — “Garments fit for a queen!” — and go on wearing her birthday clothes.

A resolute shake of the girl’s head was all Calla needed to see to know that the child would not be getting back in them. And looking at those nails and those teeth… The gods help the one who tries to force her, she thought, suddenly craving the bottle stashed underneath her bed.

Castle

Thank you to whoever is responsible for this beautiful image.

Finding Meaning In My Nudity

I realize that, lately, I’ve been asking a question — Am I enough? — and looking to nudity for the answer.

What do I mean by “looking to nudity for the answer”?

This:

Like with all things, my view on nudity continues to change.

The reason I’ve been writing about it so much lately is because I believe that there is some, for lack of a better word, secret hidden in one’s body. Some thing that is essential to answering the question What is the point of life?

I know that, ultimately, going naked, or appreciating — in a mature manner — the beauty of a person who is naked, will not give me what I seek. For example: The initial thrill of having climbed out of my underwear will, inevitably, fade. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.

As a Catholic, I see it as my duty to be a light in the darkness:

“You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”
~ Matthew 5:14 — 16

And, I believe nudity is connected to that somehow.

When one is naked, their “light” is shinning forth for all to see. There are no “bowls” (like clothes) that hide any part of a person; a person is showing all of themselves. It is a time when a person’s true colors are revealed. Every action takes on new weight and meaning when done naked.

Those are just some thoughts I’ve been having recently.

Thanks for reading.

And: Thank you to the beautiful woman who made the photo used in this post possible.