Blog of the day

Dog Poet, "You'll shoot your eye out!" ... I think it everytime he tells a story, thinking that if Ralphy had grown up gay, and wrote a blog, this had to be him. It's the same enthrallment I feel when reading his stuff, when he starts a story.. you just have to keep reading. that link is not the main, rather an example, you can find the rest here, and if you get the chance DO read back.. there is a gift there.

What you take away..

I linked that post because for me it reflects the differences and the similarities.. that ever present search for the place you fit in.. today such confabs are held in text messages sent via internet.. but still the hiarchy remains intact. It's all such a game really - we all have red footie pajamas. For some it was that wacked wire retainer they had to wear to bed, others the zit cream, or some other secret that cements us in a fondly remembered pact of silence.

The funny part is that this is a repeating dance that is ever evolving. We may think we grew past it but we simply trade up the red footie pajamas for something else along the way, be it on the inside or on the outside. Funny - it is that exact level of intimacy that is the very building block of a lasting relationship.. no more waiting to exhale.

One thing remains constant, we are all out looking for "the one",yet he/she can only exist if we let them. That means we have trust them and commit to them - to be the proverbial ying to their yang. Therein lies the dilemma. Most men seem perfectly focused and dedicated .. until you throw a hand full of shiny coins in the air to distract them.

When life changes boys to men, they grow all kinds of armor through the scars they pick up along the way, and no matter how much they want that boy they started out as to come out and play.. he almost never does, those footie pajamas are packed away.

Will Mr. Right kindly tie his footie pajamas around his neck so I can find him?