Man Tears.

I like men who cry.

I like men who know how to express their feelings so that they get what they want.

I like men who tell me how they feel and show me how they feel.

I like men who know what masculinity is and still embrace their femininity.

I like men who know that self love and self discipline are a part of growing up.

I like men who are gentle.

I like men who are strong enough to be vulnerable sometimes.

I like men who cry.

Because our humanity is full of so many emotions and negating all of them so people will respect you or engage you or appreciate you is someone one dimensional.

We are not one dimensional. We are multi-dimensional with memories, consciousness, sub-consciousness, deliberations, intentions, agendas...We are full of motivations and necessities and obligations.

So, should we stop for one moment and definitively experience everything...to its most imminent sensation, would we not feel such gratitude for life?

I remember one night, I went out with some friends and I was craving a Wolfhound Burger and ranch sauce for weeks. When I got there and ordered my food, my lips probably started to water. But what I remember to this day was what happened when it came. I tasted it. I tasted it as an abundance of flavor existing with me in that moment. I needed it and it needed me so that we could recognize each other. I sat there in silence, surrounded by loving friends but not hearing a word they said, not seeing a damn thing around me, just lost in the moment and flavors and meditation of that immensely satisfying hamburger. It was amazing and the experience has never been the same.

As I sit here and writing about that high state of consciousness where every fiber in my being was focused on tasting that burger, I can't help but think how passionate my life has become on account of wanting to feel everything to its capacity...including love. But strong enough and balance enough to know when its over or maximized so that I don't, in return, ruin the memory of having it and feeling high off of it even when its on life support.

So...yeah. As mirroring bodies that want to incarnate for the purpose of growth...
I hope my lover cries. I hope he/she cries a good cry from time to time. So our souls can convene and reconvene in purity and honesty.

Kisses