21 meets 30.

And I guess I just like the look of age.

Jump and jolt with a simple graze
Of callused fingers on my sides.
And you, you and your calluses,
And sweat thick as molasses,
Sometimes too worn to even feel.

One learning the tricycle,
The other leaving the bicycle,
And I’m glad we just go for walks.

I guess I just like the look of age.

The feeling of age
Against an untamed youth
Is all the rage.

And I guess I just like the look of age.

Not only the look,
But the sound,
And the taste,

The taste of part upon part,
Like plastic upon rubber,
One easier to glide on than the other.

I am tasteless, to myself I am tasteless.


And I guess I just like the smell of age.

on being a minority.

i don't understand, why my flesh means more to you than my soul.
my skin doesn't do anything;
it doesn't speak, it doesn't voice it's opinions,
it doesn't tell you it loves you, it just covers me, it's just there.
i am not my skin.
yes, it tells of my history, of my past;
of my family tree and perhaps where they are from,
but what does that say about ME?
i am my own person,
skin is redefined by every person who wears it.
i am not just my skin.
nor am i just my hair,
or my nose,
or my lips,
or any other of my features.
i am ME,
i am my thoughts,
i am my actions,
i am my attitudes,
my feelings,
my laughter,
my smile,
my skills and my talents,
my flaws and my imperfections.
YOU, you focus on the cover,
and I, i beg you to open the book.
i beg you to read.
read my pages, even if you choose only to read the first,
because the first will tell you far more than the cover.
the cover ain't nothin'.
no, the cover isn't really me at all;
the cover's been beat by rain and by mud,
by falls and by tosses.
The cover is better defined as a picture of: what the WORLD has DONE TO ME.
In order to find ME, you have to look past that.

I don't understand why i have my prove myself to you.
I don't understand why you think that you can tell me what i can and cannot do,
what i'm capable of, and what i'm too weak to accomplish.
you don't know me.
i don't understand why you think you can define me,
when you haven't even read the first page,
and honey,
there's thousands; looks like you've got a long way to go.

Can Women and Men be "just friends"?

Freshman year in high school. English 1A. Mr. Kick. One of the few things i remember most vividly from his class was the day he told us that women and men can never be just friends. He said, "it says it all in "When Harry Met Sally." ... Sure, i remember falling in love with Holden Caulfield, and realizing that Romeo and Juliet experienced infatuation rather than love, and learning all the important Greek/Roman mythologies, talking about Night and To Kill A Mockingbird, and being introduced to the story that would forever print a picture of an evil wine cellar in my mind (Cask of Amontillado)... but i also remember some of Mr. Kick's "life tips".. one of them being this whole women and men friendship thing. It's funny... how a "Tip" as simple as this could follow me so often throughout my day to day life.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. And i'm not sure what to believe. I WANT to believe that a man and woman can be "just friends"... because ANYTHING is possible... but, i have yet to find evidence. I mean... i think they can be friends if they're borderline aquaintance/friend.. that's easy... but i'm not sure if they can be "just friends" while being REALLY GOOD friends. =/

I've been accused of "leading guys on" one too many times.. people think i'm mean because of it sometimes, and honestly, half the time, i'm not even aware of it. Personally, i don't think i "lead them on," i just like talking to guys, and i don't see what's wrong with that. It's actually kind of sad sometimes, i mean, i'll meet a guy, and i'll be nice to him, i'll be caring, and do favors or what not, do my best to help when he's in time of need, and all of sudden "OH, i MUST BE attracted to him." They mistake my kindness for attraction.. and it's kind of like.. geez, is it really that weird for people to want to be nice to eachother? I don't understand. And i'm sorry if i have ever made someone think i'm attracted to them when i'm really not, it most likely wasn't intentional. But then sometimes it goes the other way around, and simple things start making me think a friend is attracted to me too. Like i always say, i'm a hypocrite; but it's okay.

I like having guy friends. and i don't see anything wrong with it. A guy and girl friendship with no sexual attraction HAS TO BE possible!




Harry: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally: Why not?
Harry: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry: No you don't.
Sally: Yes I do.
Harry: No you don't.
Sally: Yes I do.
Harry: You only think you do.
Sally: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry: I guess not.
Sally: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.