Thoughts?

       Oh MY!!!!! You're bleeding!!
      ... Like a gladiator.
  Gladiators are BOSS. So very very boss. This is going to be a semi-serious post. One dealing with manliness and the ever so demanding macho factor. I'm a man, indeed I am. A rather large one at that about six foot two hundred pounds, size 12-13 feet. Generally just very large. I suppose I remind myself of a teddy bear at times, but then not. I am because of how very deceiving my looks are. You would suppose that someone with a frame and build like mine would be an athlete, and while I could very well be a very good athlete, that's just not my cup-o-tea.

   As most of you know, I write and recently I play the musical instruments. I also very much enjoy cooking, baking and at extreme moments in my life cleaning. I love chick flicks/ romantic comedies, I love reading really really old books, mostly Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronte. Basically I'm a girl. Basically. I'm super sensitive and I cry way to easily. I can handle physical pain but emotional pain and stress just gets to me so very very easily. I dream about my wedding, the first thing I would ever want to do if given a night alone with my Jane would be to just hold her all night. The longer I make this list, the more I feel like a girl, but then I remember how much I love her and I realize that I must certainly be a male. An extremely straight male at that.

   As long as I can remember my Dad has always pressed me to "be a man" and while at times I realize that in the face of temptation or one day when I have a family I must be, but why should I force myself to choose going hunting or watching some sporting event to go read or spend the day with my mother? These things make no sense to me. What are your thoughts?