Y'all take a listen, you'll hear the deep sound comin' down from Bobby Peru.Speaking of Jack, One eyed Jack's yearning to go a peeping in a seafood store!.Say it! I'll tear your fucking heart out, girl!.Like a big old jackrabbit bunny, jump all around that hole. Do you fuck like that? Cause if you do, I'll fuck you good. You know, I sure do like a girl with nice tits like yours who talks tough and looks like she can fuck like a bunny.You've got me hotter than Georgia asphalt. Baby, you'd better get me back to that hotel. This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top.Cheez Louise! Sailor, baby, you're really something!.Those toenails dry yet, sweetheart? We've got some dancing to do.The way your head works is God's own private mystery.She turns over, peels off them orange pants, spreads her legs real wide and says to me."Take a bite of Peach.".I'd like to apologise to you gentlemen for referring to you all as homosexuals.The trouble with steeling yourself against the harshness of reality is that the same steel that secures your life against being destroyed secures your life also against being opened up and transformed. As Buechner said, To do for yourself the best that you have it in you to do-to grit your teeth and clench your fists in order to survive the world at its harshest and worst-is, by that very act, to be unable to let something be done for you and in you that is more wonderful still. I don’t want clichés I want deep, soulful truth, and that only comes when a man has walked the road I’ve been talking about. Think of the posers you know-are they the kind of man you would call at 2:00 a.m., when life is collapsing around you? Not me. So long as you think you are really something in and of yourself, what will you need God for? I don’t trust a man who hasn’t suffered I don’t let a man get close to me who hasn’t faced his wound. Until we are broken, our life will be self-centered, self-reliant our strength will be our own. True strength does not come out of bravado. Wild at Heart: Discovering the Secret of a Man's Soul Now let me ask my male readers: in all your boyhood dreams growing up, did you ever dream of becoming a Nice Guy? (Ladies, was the prince of your dreams dashing … or merely nice?” We don't smoke, drink, or swear that's what makes us *men*. That's what we hold up as models of Christian maturity: Really Nice Guys. But, if they will try real hard they can reach the lofty summit of becoming … a nice guy. The problem with men, we are told, is that they don't know how to keep their promises, be spiritual leaders, talk to their wives, or raise their children. When all is said and done, I think most men in the church believe that God put them on the earth to be a good boy. Christianity, as it currently exists, has done damage to masculinity. How can a man know he is one when his highest aim is minding his manners?Īnd then, alas, there is the church. The result is a gender confusion never experienced at such a wide level in the history of the world. *You asked them to be women,* I want to say. "Where are all the *real* men?" is regular fare for talk shows and new books. As though if a man were to truly grow up he would forsake wilderness and wanderlust and settle down, be at home forever in Aunt Polly's parlor. Having spent the last thirty years redefining masculinity into something more sensitive, safe, manageable and, well, feminine, it now berates men for not being men. “Society at large can't make up its mind about men.
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