Sneaking Behind “Enemy” Lines
For the record, I don’t think males and females are necessarily and inevitably enemies, but sometimes the differences between the sexes can make it feel that way. But for some, even the same sex can feel very foreign to deal with.
The recent visit of my sister and nieces highlighted yet again for me how different I seem to be from the normal female. They all are very feminine — careful in choosing their clothes and accessories, skilled at the art of hairstyling and makeup application, and apparently quite good at flirting with men and getting attention without being obviously manipulative. (My other older sister is like this, too.)
I’m lucky if I remember to drag a comb through my hair before noon. I wore makeup in high school, but have gradually lost interest in it. The last time I tried to apply mascara I poked myself in both eyes and looked like a stoner for days. I couldn’t flirt my way out of a paper bag.
Now don’t get me wrong — I get (or got, before I moved out to the sticks) plenty of guy attention. But it’s a very different kind of attention than what I see the other ladies in my family getting. They’re coddled, while I’m asked to help with the heavy lifting. It’s okay for them not to know what a strong safety is, but I’m expected to know the different rules for NCAA and pro football, and recite them whenever they’re relevant in a game.
In short, I’m a tomboy. And in a lot of my interactions with men, it makes a huge difference. It can be very pleasant, when we cut through all the Mars-Venus bullshit and just talk, but it leads to unhappy surprises, too …. like when a guy asks me to dinner, and he freaks because I appear in a dress instead of my usual jeans and t-shirt. I feel like a mutant female.
So, I sometimes sneak behind the lines to see if I fit in better with the guys, which it usually seems I do. Typically, though, like this AskMen website, there’s not much that seems to apply to gals like me. Sigh…..
Oh well. At least I found this gorgeous picture while on my recon mission, which I bet lots of ladies will like as much as I do.
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Gorgeous picture, thank you for putting it up.
Wish it was full frontal though – if only that sexy man was facing us holding his hard cock!
Mmm…
sometimes men just appreciate the effort.
The femme thing is a tough call. As a fresh college student, I used to actively pursue “fuck it” girls because I knew I loved independent-mindedness. Overalls and unshaven legs seemed to be good indicators, so I really went after that crowd (with some refinements) for a while and eventually caught one for real.. only to find that I’d been a freakin’ hypocrite, or at least wildly and foolishly misguided! It took only a little time to reveal that I actually needed a medium-femme woman — razors, skirts, and all kinds of sweet little things. I still feel conflicted. Being pretty muich vanilla, I don’t look for *dominant* women, but a powerful sense of individuality and self-determination remains the most persuasive initial attraction a woman can have for me, and tomboys DO often have that.. but it’s still a dicey proposition. :(
Oh yeah, that’s a GREAT picture! Nice long muscles but not overly bulky, and slender in a fit way, that is THE best combination. I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers! Hell, he could eat anything he liked! Wow…
:P
I’m a tomboy too. I often don’t feel that I can stand the girls talk at party’s, not that i’m into football and such but i do like to talk current affairs, business, cars etc. both my sisters do the ‘spent a fortune on clothes/shoes/makeup thing’. shopping leaves me cold. the photo, he’s a little to lithe for me, the back view would be lovely, i love mens bums, and shoulders,mmmmmmm.
I vascillate between being a ‘girly girl’ and being ‘one of the guys’. At times, I love to get gussied up and have men (and women) coo over me. It’s lovely to know I can be appreciated for my feminine wiles and can flirt, bat my eyes, bite my lip and make men (and sometimes women) melt…
However, I am a rather hard-core scuba diver – throw me on a boat with a bunch of testosterone-filled military-type guys for a week and I would surprise most folks. I hold my own and leave my girly-girl persona on the dock and completely remove any sort of sexual thoughts from my brain.
Which one is me? Both? Neither? I dunno. Sometimes it just feels right…
The only woman I’ve even fallen in love with did not shave her legs, wore jeans and flannel shirts and carried a wallet instead of a purse. Her brain was as sharp as her eyes lovely. If she’d been a typical painted and perfumed female I’d never have lived with her.
I have always enjoyed the tomboy type of woman. I just feel more at ease talking to them without the feeling that I am being measured and compared to other men.
Thanks for all the feedback … I think SexKitten nailed what I was trying to say best. I have some feminine charms, but am more tomboy. Guys seem to pick up on that, and get comfortable seeing me as “one of the guys” … but then they can get weird when they see my more feminine elements. Good to know I’m not the only one (not that I really thought I was, but it can feel like that).
On the photo: this gent is about as heavily muscled as I’d like, and as Lilith said, he could eat anything in my bed and not get kicked out!
Mmmm, I’d like to get my claws into him just a little bit!