Man as a Subject

What is a man to me? Seems to have been redefined continually over the years. Having grown up in homes with no men and an ignorant, scornful woman, I was taught at an early age that men were like other people's dogs: nice to play with once in a while, but you were always glad to send them home when you didn't want to play anymore.

Then I realized how much I liked men, even though they weren't normal people to me, but yet there was a certain excitement about being with a man, and doing real live people things with him.

Then the worst thing happened when I let one matter to me and I was disappointed. What was I thinking?????

But the next step is a new one. Rather than revert back to the dog mentality, I seem to be moving ahead to a different place, a place where I know more than I used to. Each day is an exploration...