Regardless of sexual orientation, any partnership is a human example of duality that seeks "the one." Masculine energy seeks feminine energy for balance, and vice verse. I believe this applies to friendships as well.
Sounds simple doesn't it?
Not on your life. This song and dance is about as simple as baking a pie without an oven. All the ingredients are there, but the sweetness just sits and denies potential. And even if you have an oven, temperatures vary. In a specified time frame, one attempt may turn out runny and doughy and look like crap on your plate...while another just might get burned and have to be thrown in the trash. (Forgive me, I love analogy. It's how I process life.)
I think the struggles begin with who is responsible for what. Who will gather the ingredients? Who will bake the pie? Obviously, gender roles have evolved to a point where this isn't as confusing as it used to be. I love to watch men cook. My personal favorite has the word bacon tattooed on his arm...very sexy!
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And Paula Deen ain't no shrinking violet. She has bigger balls than a lot of men I know. I love this about her. To me she exemplifies yin and yang in the kitchen...all feminine grace and masculine strength, a combination that makes her a hero to me. She is my example of the art of giving and receiving. And I picked this photo because she's all black and white and holding a very LARGE pepper grinder. Pretty phallic huh?
So Kings and Queens can reign supreme in the kitchen (except when it comes to homeade pie), but where are they in relationships these days? It seems we're evolving the traditional aspects of partnership into gray areas where the original pleasures of simply being a man (King of the Hill) and a woman (The Queen) are becoming androgynous - or from a spiritual perspective, the masculine and the feminine are becoming less pronounced in the daily contraction and expansion of the energy between two people. I realize that this may only make sense to me. And maybe those two people in Russia who never miss a blog post.
This might make more sense. Assholes and Bitches are the alter egos of Kings and Queens. And I believe this is, in part, due to the aforementioned gray areas. If you are born with a penis, you want to be King of the Hill. But how? It used to be easy. All you had to do was bring home the bacon, kill the spiders, fix whatever was broken and do whatever it took to make your partner feel cherished and protected. In exchange you received support, attention, meals and applause just for being a man. Oh, and nice sex. And if you didn't get sex, nice or otherwise, it was acceptable to have a mistress. A simple formula that worked. If you are born with a vagina, you want to be THE Queen. But how? That also used to be easy. All you had to do was bat your eyes and be the damsel in distress because the King knew how to fulfill his role by coming to your rescue.
Blah, blah. The Cleavers must have been incredibly bored. Well, she was. And I have never looked this good in the kitchen.
Obviously this isn't breaking news. We struggle with redefining ourselves in this modern world. And the shift in consciousness may contain seemingly far-fetched ideas, but something is beginning to change at a rate so fast that we have to notice.
Have we come this far only to realize that we've gone too far?
Overall weird, I know.
KS: I am the Queen! I am the Queen!
RL: Hide your dick! Hide your dick!
And ewwwww, just ewwwww... Source
So Kings and Queens can reign supreme in the kitchen (except when it comes to homeade pie), but where are they in relationships these days? It seems we're evolving the traditional aspects of partnership into gray areas where the original pleasures of simply being a man (King of the Hill) and a woman (The Queen) are becoming androgynous - or from a spiritual perspective, the masculine and the feminine are becoming less pronounced in the daily contraction and expansion of the energy between two people. I realize that this may only make sense to me. And maybe those two people in Russia who never miss a blog post.
This might make more sense. Assholes and Bitches are the alter egos of Kings and Queens. And I believe this is, in part, due to the aforementioned gray areas. If you are born with a penis, you want to be King of the Hill. But how? It used to be easy. All you had to do was bring home the bacon, kill the spiders, fix whatever was broken and do whatever it took to make your partner feel cherished and protected. In exchange you received support, attention, meals and applause just for being a man. Oh, and nice sex. And if you didn't get sex, nice or otherwise, it was acceptable to have a mistress. A simple formula that worked. If you are born with a vagina, you want to be THE Queen. But how? That also used to be easy. All you had to do was bat your eyes and be the damsel in distress because the King knew how to fulfill his role by coming to your rescue.
Blah, blah. The Cleavers must have been incredibly bored. Well, she was. And I have never looked this good in the kitchen.
Have we come this far only to realize that we've gone too far?
Overall weird, I know.
RL: Hide your dick! Hide your dick!
And ewwwww, just ewwwww... Source
Those are some rude boobs, just sayin. I hope they don't have those in Key West.
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