What'sGood About It

Remembering with a smile: As with all things, kissing, in my opinion, is an art.  A creative gesture between people.  It goes well beyond the pucker and the press to a physicality with flare and substance.  Done well, it is politely intense, not a mouse sniffing as it approaches cheese, not a high-speed baseball that knocks your head against the wall, not something that requires after-toweling.  A memorable kiss has in itself-- hands, arms, a heart, creative soul and underlying etiquette.  In all my life, only two...let's call one B, the other J, brought true mastery to the event. I salute them!

I love men.  They are like that big, well-lit house you run to for shelter from the storm, or a protective garment, an overcoat of skin. They bruise language in the most delightful manner. When they work hard they glisten, smell of cut grass, and grab at air with hungry lungs. Some have nice patches of hair on their face and it's acceptable, whereas I must use blade or wax to extricate a pale moustache and sideburns.They walk with a long and confident stride, unconcerned with clods, sticks, rabbit holes, toward life's goalposts. When one is especially fine, he belongs not to specific place, not to specific time or activity, carries no burden of boast or disappointment, but owns himself to be strong in it and strong for his family. And his humor is bold, maybe even racy, his laughter-- exact and sharp, often an explosion.  I love men!  But at this stage of my life -- just not taking up space in my bathroom...