Saturday, March 3, 2012

What Makes A Man (Part 2)

Before reading this post I suggest you read this previous post, What Makes A Man.

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What Makes A Man

The city was once again alive.
People were crossing sidewalks, driving fancy cars, and wearing expensive business suits as they rushed to work and other places.

A young man was standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus to come.  On the road next to him, cars waited impatiently for red lights to turn green and roared with excitement when the lights finally did.  In the background somewhere, the young fella could faintly hear a love song playing.

The young man looked around and wondered where the music was coming from.  He looked at the line of cars in front of him and realized that the music was coming from a truck.  He peered into the truck and saw two masculine looking military men.  They were smiling and enjoying each other's company.  They looked as if they could be lovers, young and in love.

His imagination took over for a second and he began to see things...

The guy in the passenger seat leaned over and planted a light kiss on the cheek of the handsome driver, who in turn smiled and blushed from his lover's affection.  The passenger continued to lean over and whispered something in the driver's ear.  The confession of love caused the driver to smile once again.  The driver turned his head toward the passenger and their lips met...

Then reality set in.
The traffic light turned green and the truck roared with life and sped away. 

The young man would never know for sure, but he continued to harp on the thought of the two men being couple.  The idea of two men being in love with each other appealed to him, although, he would never tell anyone this.  He had always been the type to bottle his emotions and feelings inside.  Sometimes he wished that he would be more open about himself, his wishes, his dreams, his sexuality...

The bus came shortly afterwards.  The young man stepped onto the bus and made his way home.


Based on a true story.  

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Friday, February 24, 2012

My Dad's Chicken Farm

This happened around November of last year.  There were periods of time during the school semester where I would be kept busy.  Sometimes I would leave early in the morning for school before the sunrise and then come home late from school, after the sun had already set and when it was dark.  This happened at the end of one of those days...


I was tired. 
My youthful energy had been replaced with exhaustion and my spirit felt diminished.  It was yet another day of me coming home late from school and it was already dark outside.

Awe, that's too bad, I thought.  I really wanted to see how the chicken house was doing.  My dad had always loved farming, hiking, fishing and outdoor activites of that sort and his newest project had been to build a chicken house.

"Did you finish the chicken house?" I wearily asked my dad.

"Yeah, you should see it..." 

My dad proceeded to describe how great the chicken house had turned out and how much the chickens enjoyed their new living area.  I was glad to know that it had turned out well; after all, I had helped my dad build the chicken farm.  My dad must have known how much I wanted to see it, because he was playfully rubbing it in my face.

I was slightly annoyed and decided to do something around the house and get my mind off of the chicken house.


Fifteen minutes later...

"Here's a flashlight.  Go check it out."

My dad handed me the flashlight.  I was surprised by how thoughtful my dad was being.  I stood up and I proceeded to the backyard to go look at the chicken house. 

My dad... sometimes I find him annoying and sometimes I love him. 
At this moment, it was the latter.

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