We are the intersection
Of so many different things
Stripes and solids
Shapes and irregularities
But nevertheless
In my mind at least
It works
Some kind of intricate pattern
No one could really have planned
But somehow comes together
As though a greater hand
Formed us
So that one without the other
Would be incomplete
Sometimes we clash
But always,
When a broader perspective is gained
End up wearable
My brothers are necessary. Every disappointment in romance, every disillusionment with gender roles, every rant on the feminization of men or society's screwed-up views of masculinity leads me to the comforting thought that somewhere, out there, are four men. Real, blood-and-guts, ballsey men who are brave and beautiful... strong and sensitive... knowledgeable and teachable.
None of us are yet what we will be
But I know that when we are
They will be
Always and forever my standard
For what men should be.
I love you guys. Thanks for being my precious baby boys.
(my little smoocher kooker kinser lover wover dudies kissey kissey moonker woks)
4 comments:
Hi Joy its Nathan. We all miss you and are very proud of you. We love you so much and would be so bored with out you. I am so greatful to God that you are in my life. But most importantly I am proud to have you as my sister. I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you with all my heart.
Love Nathan
AKA: sook
NATHEY! MY sooker face! How did you find my website you anonymous little choocher cheeks? I miss you like a crrrazy person. I'll be down this weekend sooker wooker mok. Kissey.
Hey but think how far we've come... and I don't do that to him in public. Usually. Okay sometimes. But I know it embarasses him. *evil laugh*
Hmm I love the idea behind this website, very unique.
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