Posted By admin on March 30, 2005

“If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.” Kahlil Gibran

I am not a secretive person.  I blab most of my business in this blog.

I was out briefly today.  The day is beautiful and I feel very alive, in spite of (or perhaps because of) my recent illness.  I was driving my moderately sized SUV with my daughter in the back, letting the wind blow in my hair.  A hardcore motorcycle dude, probably in his early thirties, long hair, beat up boots, jeans, leather jacket ? the real deal ? was riding near me.  I didn?t know this man and I don?t really find myself attracted to motorcycle hellraiser types, but the adventurous energy of the day made me watch him out of the corner of my eye.  I imagined myself clinging to him from behind as I straddled the seat, my head pressed against his back, the warm smell of leather and the wind whipping my hair uncontrollably and how scary and free that must feel ? and I wondered what this man would think if he knew what I was thinking.

As I walked past two young guys working in Target today I heard one say to the other, ?That?s your fantasy woman type.?  I instantly thought he was being mean because I?m chubby ? though these guys were black and I have always found that black men tend to be more accepting and even attracted to real sized and plus sized women (that?s just my experience, I?m not trying to stereotype).  Then I thought maybe they were talking about somebody else, even though it's pretty empty in there.  Then I realized I didn?t care what they thought ? good or bad.  For me, that?s progress.

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