An Older Man
I went out with an older man recently. Age, steadily creeping up on me, doesn’t seem as scary if it looks the way he does, a few years from now.
I went out with an older man recently. Age, steadily creeping up on me, doesn’t seem as scary if it looks the way he does, a few years from now.
No, this is serious. I am friend, businesswoman, creative thinker, socially aware voice, family woman, hot single girl, gal pal and a host of other things.
*Image (without text) via Ambro on FreeDigitalPhotos.net Here’s the latest accusation that falls on me – RUDE. Also, inconsiderate, unkind, impolite. Hang on, who is calling me all these names? Yes, men. But what kind of men? Men I’ve said NO to. These are NO to sexual advances. NO to…
A fortnight ago, a friend and I parted ways. He came to me, looking for comforting, for sympathy. I gave him instead, honesty. Words were exchanged and the friendship is now a thing of the past. The thing is, I never offered comfort or sympathy, only outright, unvarnished honesty. We’ve…
All that noise and gunfire and the sound of grown men weeping? That’s just the sound of someone getting his just desserts.
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City.
I cheated, slightly. This isn’t a brand new story but one I wrote some time ago and had reviewed by a small group. I improved it since their feedback. It’s about friendship.
He’s not a bad person. He’s a law-abiding citizen, professional, family man. But he doesn’t think women have it worse. He still is a chauvinist.
Why was there blood on the dance floor? Because Susie had her period. Ha, bloody ha.
I watched a French video titled ‘Oppressed Majority‘. It’s a satirical, dark take on patriarchy. It does so by reversing traditional gender roles. What would life look like if the way each sex was treated was reversed? Dear men, I understand now.* Honestly. I found myself thinking things that I’ve…