When I viewed a YouTube video about “Women Know Your Limits” six days ago, I didn’t laugh but only at the kitten part.
You see, I lost my funny bones long ago by a WHITE boy whose intelligence and “sexism” tagged with dry humor boggled my mind. I didn’t like that energy coming from that guys, even if he was handsome, rich and popular. I spat him out like chewing gum into a hardened wad stuck underneath my callused heals.
I still recall his feign spitting sound of disdain, too, with regards to him not liking women wearing gray-colored contact lenses. Well, I happened to have experimented with gray-colored contact lenses — FreshLook Colorblends. It made my eyes look blue. I got a kiss out of one guy for wearing those contact lenses. But the boy didn’t like the unnatural look to my eyes.
Anyway, I’ve been following/reading about bros and how they ought to behave among each other.
Long ago, I’ve read opinions of how certain religions have been portrayed as “homosexual” to include mostly male priests/leaders, altar boys/servers and a heavenly father and his earthly son and without much reference to females, the mother figures and earthly daughters.
I couldn’t understand how a “straight path to God“ could be spiritually “correct” any more than than surfing in a straight line, which is no fun, save for the changing course to catch a wave. It’s getting late and you get one “Oink” for trying and two “Oinks” results.
















