You know,
I wonder,
sometimes,
if everyone,
worries,
and,
doubts,
themselves,
as much as I do.
I used to think,
I was the only one,
everyone else,
seemed to,
glide,
believe.
As I have aged,
and,
gotten to know,
myself,
and,
others,
better,
I now know,
everybody,
doubts,
everybody,
worries,
and,
everybody,
bleeds.
As butches,
tough and tender,
in control,
sort of,
we keep a,
stoic face,
a,
I’ve got it, babe,
facade,
and,
yet,
the women we love,
see our demons,
love them,
even.
We let them in,
because we love them,
so much.
We fight the fear,
of being weak,
in their eyes.
But, we worry,
will they think,
less of us,
for our demons,
our insecurities?
But,
ain’t that,
what love is,
trusting,
barring our souls,
being vulnerable,
being true,
being real,
blood, guts.
Writing is like that,
soul barring,
my man Hem,
has the perfect quote,
a very butch writer,
Hem,
Later girls,
BB
Hey BB –
First I agree with you about vulnerability – that’s certainly the lesson I’ve had to learn in relationship.
And on a completely different topic, Firefox keeps warning me that you’re an attack site. Comment edited because I don’t anyone to click on a ‘bad’ site.
I think there are steps you can take to find out where your site was infected, etc. etc.
Hey Dee, Thanks for telling me about that, not to worry someone is supposed to be taking care of it, bloody spammers and hackers!!!