I've got a lot to say here (I've been thinking a lot, but not blogging a lot, so I have some catching up to do. Don't worry. It will happen in increments and I will try to keep similar concepts separate to their own entries.) and it will be mostly about men.

I've found a new website called The Frisky which at first glance looks like a total chick site and mostly is. However, they have a "Guys" section with The Mind of Man section, which has some AWESOME articles written by men. I've been loving on that all week.

They also had this poll which made me laugh because Denver and Colorado always make the best-of lists. Elitist town. Bursting with man-country that I enjoy rediscovering again and again and again.

Speaking of manhood and countries, my brownskin twin overheard a poll that surveyed the best and worst male lovers in the world. France, Ireland, Brazil, and two others were the best. Americans were among the five worst (for being too rough, I believe was the reason).

To be fair, there was no poll of the best female lovers. I would imagine American women to be among the worst as well, because we're always too busy trying to be superwomen and multi-tasking and thinking about what's next on our to-do list. Granted, there are exceptions to every rule, but I could totally see this as a reason. Either that or being too body-conscious to enjoy it because we might be thinking, "Oh my god, does his penis make me look fat????"

Aside from all of this nonsense, I watched two movies that don't seem alike at first but toward the middle of the second one I began to see a lot of shared themes. The first was Lars and the Real Girl (which I have raved about before) and the second was Stranger Than Fiction. I guess the similarities feel terribly obvious now. Two men who have completed isolated themselves within their own small worlds, without any human contact that has substance or feel to it. I love the ways in which they both work out of their shells and open up to human touch. I think I needed to watch these movies because my body is constantly hurting in some way, and even the sight of someone being touched gives me relief because I can almost feel it myself. Bone-crunching empathy does come in handy from time to time.