Too many of us
still have a little, or a lot of, excess baggage left
over from our
male side that tells us to be independent, that we don't
need this.
Treat me like a man, don't touch me, give me space. But
believe me girls,
I don't know what this girl would do if she didn't
get an occasional
call, or place an occasional call to a girl friend.
This behavior
was so alien to my masculine side, I would not have
believed it possible
that I would have been so completely transformed in
such a short period
of time. A friendly hug, a helpful tug, a kind
word, these
seemed so superfluous to this seemingly smart, kind, but
clueless, male
person. All the education in the world couldn't teach me
what I needed
to know to find happiness. I somehow had to feel it. It
came from the
soul, and it was so natural, I can't believe it wasn't
always there.
It must have been always there. Something about the
upbringing of
males, or who knows maybe even testosterone poisoning,
prevents a man
from feeling what is innately important to a female. And
yet the revelation,
the transformation, came so naturally, so easily, it
had to have
already been there. I feel it in my bones, my heart, my
soul. It
was what my male self hungered for but could not find. It is
what finally triggered
my transformation. The need, the longing finally
became unbearable.
My male life became so empty, but it filled so
easily,
all it took was a tug, a hug and an "I love you" not
from a
mate, a spouse,
a significant other, but from a girlfriend, a bosom
buddy, one who
could share my cares without feeling their weight, one
who could pull
me out of the dumps with a kind word, a "lets do lunch."
If you haven't
been lifted from a funk by a happy lunch, a little
shopping, it isn't
necessary to buy!, then girl, you need a girlfriend.
Love, Jamie A.