Wednesday, August 16, 2006

This n That'

I've been ill and haven't had much energy for blogging. Plus it's late summer and I hate summer. It's hot and noisy and smothery. So I lay around all day and try to endure. Is that lie around? Ly around? Whatever.

I'm reading Levi Peterson's autobiography slowly. He's incredibly honest and I find that delightful. I just read that he thought he might be gay. I find the thought process so funny, "hmm...maybe I am gay after all. Well, that would be a relief." Then he talks about how much he loves and lusts after his wife.

I wondered if all men wonder if they're gay. I don't think women wonder about that. We love each other without it being in the least bit sexual. Lately I've been hugged a lot and I've noticed how squishy womens bodies are. They feel comfy, like a stuffed animal and I realize how good it must feel to a man to hug a chubby woman. And I feel less conflicted about my own chubbiness.

I wanted to share something cool that I just read in Terri Hatcher's book (I finally finished it!):

". . .there's joy in what you've got, even if you can't see it by yourself.

That's why I wrote this book. I want us to be there for each other, by accident and on purpose. . . .I remember that for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction. You toss a ball up in the air, it comes down. That's the way I see us affecting each other in life. The intensity of your passion in the world, whether you build houses or raise children or manufacture computer chips, and that action creates consequences. Those consequences have their own effects. So in everything we do, we're responsible, as a community--for our planet, for our society, and for each other."


Barb said...

As a teen and adult, I was never very touchy feely. I did like a hand on my shoulder or back, but hugging usually was a little too personal unless it was my mom. It was hard as a missionary with everyone wanting to hug me and my being rather shy. There was one lady who felt a lot like my mom to hug and I told her so. I think she told me that I could hug her anytime that I wanted.

Great excerpt from the book!

White Man Retarded said...

I love hugging my woman. Such comfort, joy, love...I smell myself and think how can men like intimacy to other men? Not trying to sound like a cretin or anything, but I love the softness, the smell, ahhh...