Regular Feedings

After my last break up, I could not help but feel stripped, raw, and vulnerable.  It was like my security was taken from me and I was left out in the woods to fend for myself.  A little like Red Riding hood.  Men to me are a bit like wild dogs at first site of a single woman all they see is sex/food but if you tame the dog enough he’ll know that in the long run if he behaves, he’ll have regular “feedings” and so a symbiotic relationship builds between the two of you; him regular “feedings” and you protection from other wolf packs.  Maybe this is reason I find myself in the company of less than savory wolves?

Maybe I should see my self as a hunter, one that stalks wild dogs. I’ll select the fastest, strongest and smartest in order to have the best wolf for me. You know very much like a dog breeder. 

As I ponder these questions enjoy these beautiful images.

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Rolling in the Mud

At the beginning of this year I told myself that this year I would really try hard to venture out of my comfort zone.  As I am in my mid 30's I'm finding myself gravitating to the same things, as a firm believer in growth and self-exploration I decided I needed to shake things up. 
In keeping with the “Shaking things up” theory I've registered to do this 10K mud run on Sunday, oh boy….. Many of the people I've told this to, were shocked to hear this.  I guess I've cultivated this image of pampered princess, that I would not even dare get my nails dirty. To the contrary I spent the summers of my early childhood in strawberry, raspberry and cucumber patches so dirt does not scare me. 
I was told at a Bear(big hairy gay men) Birthday party that there will be lots of “eye candy”.  You don't say? Muddy, muscular men? This got my mind racing of all the possibilities. So I've posted some pics of what I am hoping for.
Enjoy and wish me luck.

More than likely I'll be passed out next to this guy.

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