What if
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter

What if
women were the ones who started wars

What if
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly

What if
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun

What if
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs

What if
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis

What if
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands

What if
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes

What if
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons

What if
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
with socks
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”

What if
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”

What if
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job

What if
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running

And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.

For the Men Who Still Don’t Get It, written 20 years ago by Carol Diehl. 

She wrote a post about the history of this poem that is worth reading.

(via kattekin)

Dreamin, goalin, about to be doin

The hardest part about watching the person I came to love the most was inevitably the feeling of not having said physical love. However, knowing that the person I admire and love the most is currently chasing (the fuck) out of their dreams and {I’m not}, is a personal and emotional obstacle I’m facing.

I’m trying so hard to financially, emotionally, and physically get to a place where I can actually live out the dreams that are only just coming to my young brain and heart.

For so long I couldn’t see a future for me. I’ve been digging and digging within myself for so long I’ve grown tired, and weary. It’s so easy to imagine myself here, in Omaha, with a man I can’t stand, children I resent, and a past I regret. (So cliche, I know, but what other examples have I ever known??)

So within myself, I’ve found that my heart desires to get out of here and test itself. That I desire to get out of here and test myself. My biggest fear is that I will have regret. I currently do have regret. And I hate it. I hate how I wasted my four years of great schooling with only degree to show for it {not even a great resume}. I regret not going abroad. I regret not making the lifelong friends I was offered. I regret not reaching out, doing MORE. And mostly I regret not believing in myself.

My circumstances are unlike most and I tend to forget that at times like these because I’ve never wanted those to be my crutch. My mom, family, and I, have strived so much to not let my unfortunates become of myself, but alas, they are. I never had anyone to support me, therefore I never made the grades that I could, therefore I was never able to the internships that I desired and required, therefore here I am now.

But no excuses. I had an awesome support team, I had a roof above my head, water at my feet, food to my mouth, a bed for my head, and clothes on my back. I’ve never gone without, and for that I am thankful AND repaying….but I’m repaying!!

I need a journey, not just a life to live. I NEED to trust my journey ahead. #tyj I need to relax and let myself discover what it is I’m supposed to be doing, because Omaha is not it. Omaha is never it. EVER.