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Of course all these men are dead, but that sentence is the best summation of my life with men. Until, that is, I realized I could break my neck in escape, leaving them to their own whips and nooses.

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Freud was an asshole, probably, but he was right dammit, he was right, he was right about many things. Fathers and husbands are often prototypes of one another, made of the same dust and marrow of Hemingway, Faulkner, Wolfe, and the like—many times physically strong men, aggressive men, men who vow to protect women as wives and daughters.

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They vow to protect us from everyone but themselves. Power carried by muscle always has the capacity to turn on you though, rabid. Horses are similar, an ultimate irony.

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Even though they are a thousand plus pounds Azurehaired girl at the slutwalk hoof and strength and power, they are prey. You can work and ride horses for months and years on end, you can create a dependable bond of trust between you, both requiring the other to keep you safe in life and death situations, but in a moment of blind panic, the animal can spook, fly sideways, buck and throw Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway or slide to a sudden stop seconds from a jump, betraying your trust in its courage, which is a betrayal that can cost you your life.

I have never been badly injured by a horse over my years of riding, but I have seen people badly injured. I have purposefully leaped, in an utterly disgraceful manner, from a galloping, runaway horse, I have been bucked and thrown, I have come off more times than I can count, sometimes laughing at my own stupidity, sometimes in an out-of-control panic.

A friend of a friend, though, a highly experienced rider, broke her neck when a young horse threw her. Another friend who worked as a breezer at a Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway rolled head-first with a galloping horse when its foot went through its martingale chest strap and she suffered severe trauma.

That was after half the teeth in her mouth had been knocked out from a kick. And remember Christopher Reeves, that superman who fell from the meb. So why continue to ride with all the risk involved? Lookong trust my life to a beast who could freak out at any moment looking kill me? To answer that question I would have to tell you about moments that linger just after sunrise when fog cuts the earth in two and horses saunter in and out of the mist, appearing and disappearing in the sky like illusion, the way god must.

I would have to tell you about galloping bareback and the stunning, breathless feeling of flight. The difference between men, especially men like Hemingway and husband, and horses is that the reward with horses is far greater than the fucck. Flying over jumps, some intentional and some not, blocking narrow, wooded deer trails.

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A wholeness. The true danger is not in animal or nature, but in the invasion of animal and nature, an assault on Eden. My father taught me how to box when I was a teenager.

He had a sand bag in the garage, surrounding walls mounted Hrmingway trophy deer heads.

He taught me to box differently than he taught my brothers to box, though. I was always on the defensive, they were offensive.

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Sometime after four in a dark and cold Italian morning, a young woman accompanied a band of men to a duck shoot. After it was over and the. I began reading Hemingway in high school, but I didn't drink then. When women began flooding her with love messages, she would I'M FUCKING HEMINGWAY. I remember my cat sitting near me on the floor, looking very I felt very bitter toward troubled male geniuses at this particular juncture. 39 y/o female - Midville, USA - I am search man - Not important - Profile ID: . Horny lonely woman seeking who is horny.

His intentions were out of fear, but they were good. Life or death. Go for the eyes or the groin. What the fuck was out there, the goddamn zombie apocalypse? Yes, I found out not long after, yes the zombie apocalypse, in more ways than one.

I snapped my wrist on that sand bag one night, when I was alone in the garage, glassy eyes of prey animals staring down at me in a kind of silent condemnation. Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway had yet, at the start of my sixteenth year, to understand what it Hemngway I was so furious about.

I heard an audible pop of bone and wondered at the weakness of my wrists against packed sand. How must those deer have felt at the crack of a rifle-shot second, now decapitated and hung as they were? And how do wrists measure against rifles?

I was unknowingly months away Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway looking the depths of evil itself, bringer of floods and famine, death and disease and desperation, Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway in eyes, not for the first time in life, and surely not for the last time. I have watched the process myself, once, as a young ho. When I cried and then became sick to my stomach and wretched in an empty stall, I was told to toughen up, that this was the way things were done.

Many of the men that I have known have been like the cowboys I watched tie terrified, adolescent horses to cemented posts, content to watch them break their necks before they let them go. They quite literally broke their wild souls.

The cowboys brought knives to a fist fight. I have closed my throat against the hot breath of evil, inches from my face, again and again. Daddy, Sylvia says, husband, Boys, Boys, Boys. They know what evil they do. I totally would have fucked Charles Bukowski, too. I would not have fucked him because I hate Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway, by the way.

I do not, could Free bbw dating in richmond va, hate him or anyone like him. I see too much of myself in his heart-stung bitterness. I would have fucked Bukowski because I would have wanted him to see that I acknowledge the torments of his soul. I see them. I would tell you to search your nets again for your speared whale of a story.

I would tell Steinbeck that I fucking hate his novella The Red Ponythat I think the image still left to be digested after all the years that have passed since Ladies want sex Keego Harbor read it, is not the one I ever would have desired to be stamped into the mesh of my mind.

And I would tell him that people probably think the same thing about my work—my own dead-corpse-of-a- pony-story. I would tell Thomas Wolfe I fell completely and hopelessly in love with his descriptions of people and cities, that I can sit, even now, even with my goldfish memory, and recall the sun on my face at the exact moment Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway inhaled the transcendence of his words.

But that I felt like he stopped short of a territory that writers like Jeannette Winterson and Colette and Lidia Yuknavitch never hesitated to traipse straight through, bullets and brambles and all. Women are Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway. We are deer on posts and ponies on walls, all wrong in every context, even metaphorical ones, for the horror of the experiences Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway have been made to survive.

Only weak people go on wild game hunts, or any game hunts. He needed to be taught that he is nothing man to lion. Take away his gun and he becomes the game to be batted about by too-big kittens muscled with the power of the gods.

Get down here, Hemlngway, and deal with the life-force standing firm at the other end of your rifle, your business, your career, your insecurity, all of it. Free Santander sex chat these false castles of phallic pretenses. To the men I have loved and who have loved me mmen with fists and anger or abandonment: Your women, Bukowski, are exhausted. We did ,ooking create this chaos, this is a foreign territory of patriarchal horror and violence that women must attempt to adapt to, but will forever be alien to.

Our bodies birththey do not destroy. Like deer. Like rabbits. Like squirrels. Like bears in pens.

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Like ponies tied to posts. Or lions in their homes. They have set fire to boxing gloves and punching Lady looking hot sex AR Byron 72576 and have purposefully positioned themselves straight in front of rifle barrels instead, staring the wrong way through the cross-hairs into the squinting eyes behind twitchy trigger-fingers, laughing at your trembling, loving even though you may well tear our throats open with semi-automatic explosions that will only amplify Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway voices against red dirt.

Sometimes we are Sylvia Plath or Kate Chopin, unable to breathe for one more second in this inverted mirror-reflection of conscience and humanity, and we brave the darkest corridor of them all, the Unknown, in order to untie what has been so brutally damaged.

But know this, boys, though we are tired, we are not too far gone to continue righting what has been so badly wronged. Our wrists are snapping from fights we did not start, and our bodies are burnt from ropes we never tied.

And yet.

I would most certainly have sassed Bukowski within seconds of meeting him, I would have dared Steinbeck to a bare-back Hemingqay race, I would have had Hemingway explain to me sans-whiskey how exactly the sun also Women looking for men to fuck Hemingway over Africa as well as Paris, I would have made Thomas Wolfe destroy his dignity and jump into a city fountain with me fully-clothed, missed trains, averted eyes, and all, lives well lived.

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