Confessions of an old woman

As a toddler my favourite play-dates were boys…I mean…
They climbed trees…
They shot pigeons with an air rifle
They cought, fried and ate flying ants
They raced on their bikes
They built structures for our dinky-toy cars to race on
They could swing on tree-swings without getting scared
…they fell and never cried…

Really!

I did not want to play with girls…
They did not want to get their dresses dirty
They wanted to feint at the sight of blood
They just sat and sniggered about boys
They giggled
They did not want to play hide and seek in the dark
They threw tantrums if they could not win
They stabbed fellow girls in the back

As a teenager…
As an adult…
..then
Even now…


I preferred boys/men
Plainly because they did not allow (the)so called PMS…
So called menstruation cycles…
So called Menopause…
To rule…
To use as excuse…

To hide behind…

TO LIVE!

…because they did not misinterpret a comment…

They never hold a grudge…

You can be open and brutal

They laugh at dirty jokes

(they SHARE dirty jokes)

Don’t…nah!…DON’T get me wrong!

I don’t wanna be a man…

I love my sletsappies in summer…

my glass(es) of wine in winter…

My dresses

My nails

My perfume

My earrings

My tidy hair

My SHOES!

My valuptious figure

But having men as friends…keep things just so…

…sooooo……

Uncomplicated.

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