What is the difference?
Could it be that when my women friends compliment me, it is an unspoken fact that woman who care about you are obligated under the natural law of sisterhood, to be a beacon of light and a lifter of spirits, by encouraging and giving the thumbs up, when our smiles get turned upside down.
What is the difference?
When I am hugged by a strong man, I feel protected and special, but whe a strong beautiful sister hugs me, I feel loved but in a different way.
I sometimes say that same sex friendships for me are like bread and butter, meat and potatoes kale & quinoa. The sustenance a girl needs everyday
so why is a man's attention affirmation and affection like dessert or an unexpected meal to go, for free. It is a surprise or a special treat.
It is not the way with every interaction with men, but if a man is appealing to my heart or mind or eye, I am almost made shy by a compliment or an unexpected encouragement.
I don't want you all to think that I don't crave the time, affection and encouragement of my beautiful, life-sustaining lady friends. They are like air! I need them consistently and constantly to be in my corner to laugh and cry with, with which to be raw, unfiltered and vulnerable. They are soulmates, the closest of them, but I amt taken aback when unbidden, out of nowhere, a man tells me that I have a nice smile, or that my makeup makes my eyes pop, or when a stranger hugs me like an old friend.
I think I expect mento find me to be annoying, unattractive, too much, too big of a personality, too needy, too intimidating, too LOUD, too outspoken, too this and that, that when I am a steadying presence, or a listening ear, or a source of comfort and peace, it warms the cockles of my heart.
Men are tough. They are simply, generally not drawn to me, like most women, so when one heads towards me in some positive way,I revel in the oment, or the months or the years and pose these philosophical questions to make myself feel better about simply enjoying the attention. haha
Girls will be girls
Laurens will be laurens.
no shame here, just settling into my womanness. The truth is I enjoy interacting with people, some more than others and I find some small comforts in the positive, reinforcements of my femininity. I feel more like a woman, than an unapproachable beast, when masculine energies are drawn to me. eh, it is what it is.
There is no difference. I know what makes me feel love, what reminds me of the ultimate source of love ( God,of course) I know what points me to truth and dispels all of the lies I keep believing about myself. a smile, a day spent with beautiful loving individuals. Whether the hug comes from a sidewalk chalk artist who shares a flower child love with me in a fleeting moment, or from Charissa, a hugger to the utmost, I FEEL and KNOW love through touch...quality time...smiles, shred experiences...
you get the point. the difference is only between to lovers and the haters.
Don't hate, it's time to pro-rate the love experience for the world.
Luv is a verb. Thankyou DC Talk.