I read an online question about which activity was the most intimate: sex or sleeping together. The quizmaster seemed to think that men thought of intercourse as more intimate and that women thought of sleeping side by side (cuddling) as more intimate.
I think the bottom line question here is whether men view sex as a [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Life’
A Couple Of Thoughts: Discourse
Posted in Life, Male Point of View, Relationships, Roman Catholicism, tagged Life on September 26, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Nearly Home
Posted in Life, Personal, Random Thoughts, Roman Catholicism, tagged Life on September 13, 2008 | 1 Comment »
When I can’t patch my breath from the hurt-felt piercings of longing on my lungs,
When I can’t comprehend a humanity that’s so inhumane,
When I’m aware that my arms ache from bucketing the ocean to an arid earth,
When my lips crack from their flap and the drought of my tongue refuses to salve the cleaves,
When I [...]
Coming To The Table With An Emptied Plate
Posted in Friendship, Life, Personal, Relationships, tagged Life on September 11, 2008 | 1 Comment »
He wiped his shoes the moment they hit the mat. They weren’t soiled; the sidewalk was dry. It was just a habit. He cleared his throat as he rang the bell. That was just a habit too. The door swung open and he saw his buddy’s face as it bellowed, “It’s not my fault Mark!”
He [...]
Suspension Bridge
Posted in Life, Personal, Random Thoughts, Roman Catholicism, tagged Life on September 10, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I live in one of the smallest houses in my neighborhood. It may be the smallest house. It’s old; it’s quaint; it’s home. I live here because I love the location.
I live within walking distance of four Roman Catholic parishes. I live within walking distance of two Roman Catholic colleges, four Roman Catholic elementary schools, [...]
No Longer A Pressing Issue
Posted in Life, Relationships, tagged Life on September 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
He stood near the door and felt the nervousness of anticipation. He looked at his reflection in the window and saw more hair than he liked to see. He thought how it seemed symbolic: all the hair sticking up and out when he felt so exposed. Usually he felt bruised by the baldness on his [...]