Click images for desktop size: "Surrender To The Light" by Michael Parkes I like women.
Not just the price for being a heterosexual. I like women as people, as different to men, as right side brain thinkers and left side brain processors.
I like women.
There's the women who make you feel like a million bucks for a little while. Until you wake up in the morning and find your wallet and car keys are missing and you have to borrow bus fare from your next door neighbor who you've never talked to before.
There are the playful women who want to be your mistress and your best buddy.
For some women its more important that you fall in love with them, more important than the fact that they don't love, probably don't even like you.
There's the women who want to pay their own way, want to be seen as an equal at least in monetary things, but still leave you out there alone when it matters the most.
There are women who are stronger than any man could ever hope to be, who can hold a families world of weight on their shoulders as if it were nothing, who never blanch, only cry to themselves and scold themselves for doing so. These women build homes and have love for everyone who matters.
There are women who look at you with longing eyes even though they know that you can't fill the bill or fit into their fantasies, fantasies they hide deep within themselves and hope you'll care enough to dig out.
Some women look like a dream and it costs every cent of 400 bucks a day to keep that dream intact.
Some women are a dream and are neither here nor there but always there and then.
There are he angry women who fight with you about everything and can keep the fight going all the time. They're even angrier when you finally, quietly, slip away to heal.

Click images for desktop size: "Three Women" by Rajasthani There are women who hate you for things that have nothing to do with you, and they always call you at 3 in the morning to tell you about it but they never answer why or how this hatred came to be.
Some women condemn you for anonymous crimes in their past and see you as only a symbol of the hurt they carry around inside.
There are organized women who keep a palm pilot and a filofax and are always squeezing you in on Friday. They pick the restaurant and always have to go before you can say you hate that place and they've alread said, "Meet you there at 7ish". They're always rushed and always glad to see you and always leave just before the check shows up.
Some women have a hollowness that permeates to them. They look to you to fill and repair them.
There are women who've formed their own lives and aren't afraid to welcome you into it.
There are women who see you as a chunk of concrete that they will mold and break into the image they have of whatever a man should be but their vision is messed up and all they do is break you.
Then there are the reformers. They like you because your cute and your dark and maybe kind of bad and they think they'll pixey you into the light and then you'll be Prince Charming and your motorcylce will become a black stallion that only cantors along frothy beaches.
There are women who dream and then forget the dream because, even today, they're only just a girl.
There are the women who reshape themselves to make it seem that they are a part of your dream and they never act but only react because they don't want to see you ever wake up and see them as they really are.
There are women who build empires with a ruthless dispassion that terrifies and they expect you too see them as only a flesh and blood woman.
Then there are women like my friend. Who stand proud of what they are and what they have done. Who see you as an equal. Who are nervous about giving of themselves but courageous enough to try. Who can accept your flaws and imperfections as easily as they see your strengths and prowess. Who is strong enough to love you for what you are and to be loved for what she is. To put up with your crap and to still love you after a fight. To tell you secrets and to help when you've got problems and not afraid to look for help when she has problems. Who probably aren't offended by a catalog like this.
I like women.
I think there are more women as individuals then there are men.
Guys are lucky in that way.