Gentleman

January 24, 2019January 22, 2019michelleleighwrites Leave a comment

Turning to the prompts again…because sometimes you need a little inspiration…

Describe what the term “gentleman” means to you.

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I think a Gentleman is a man who does more than just holds open your door for you, or who gives you his jacket when your cold. It’s more than flowers and jewelry. It’s remembering your anniversary. It’s planning date nights. A gentleman is someone who listens to you, consoles you, supports you, lifts you up when your down. He also understands that you are your own person, a person who can take care of herself, but who still wants to take care of you from time to time because he loves you.

Women are strong and independent. But that doesn’t mean men can’t help them. I know I do that a lot. I’m like no I got it. I have a difficult time asking for help. I like to know that I can do things on my own. I like to know that I can take care of myself. So I guess in my opinion, a Gentleman is someone who understands that but never gives up on being there for his significant other, treating her with respect, and treasuring her. Wanting to spend his time with her, doing things she likes to do with her even if he’s not a super fan of it. And I think in return, a woman can do the same for a man.

In a world where millennials seem to have been given this horrid name, I do still believe there are some men out there who are true gentleman. And it extends beyond just his romantic relationship. He is loyal, honorable, he is kind, caring, he is respectful of human kind as a whole.

No one is perfect. But trying your best to be the best version of yourself, never goes out of style.

This “prompt”-ed…this… 😉

-<3-

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Eye Contact

January 22, 2019January 22, 2019michelleleighwrites 2 Comments

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So I’ve been hitting a wall, when it comes to writing blog content lately. I start a few drafts and then I get uninspired to finish, and nothing is feeling good enough to post. I want to keep to a 2 times a week posting schedule, so I turned to my 400 Writing Prompts Book, for some help. I thought this one was pretty good.

Do you think the eyes are a window to a person’s soul?

What does eye contact mean to you?

It’s funny I wrote a poem called Sunglasses back in 2013 when I started this blog, and it touches upon this topic a little.

I do think in some way, the eyes are the windows to a person’s soul. I think they are going to tell you how a person feels. If they are scared, confused, loving, or whatever emotion they may be feeling, it’s all there. I notice that for me personally, I value eye contact. If someone isn’t looking at me while I’m talking I feel it’s like they aren’t listening to what I’m saying. Although that being said, I know I’m guilty of doing this myself at times. Life happens around us, and distractions are constant. However, I also notice that sometimes eye contact can be difficult for me. During a difficult conversation, during an awkward moment when you don’t know your place in a situation or what to say. Or simply, when your brain needs to find the right words. I find that I kind of look off trying to come up with a phrase. I also have issues with eye contact when it comes to men- usually men I feel don’t know me well. I feel like they are instantly judging me. Sometimes, I feel this way while talking to women too, but it’s not that often. I believe in women’s empowerment. I believe in feminism and supporting each other. And I feel like women just get where each other are coming from. We all face those same weird life circumstances. We are sisters. It’s a safe space. But with men, especially with how they think differently they don’t always understand where we’re coming from. I often worry what they think about me. Are they judging me, judging how I look, or what I’m doing. But that’s a whole other conversation that includes feelings of fear, inferiority, nerves, anxiety, insecurity, feminism, and wanting to find a man that actually wants to listen to what I have to say. I feel like if I don’t look directly at them, then they don’t get to see those inner thoughts floating around in my massively chaotic mind. They just will think, I’m unphased./busy or even worse, they’ll think I’m being rude. But that’s ok, because it’s better than the truth. Either way it’s not super great, but I find myself doing it all. the. time. It’s unfortunate because I know that it can come off as merely uninterested and that kind of sucks. #PROBABLYWHYIMSINGLE HAHAHA. Avoiding male eye contact, (referring to male strangers/acquaintances not men I actually know or am related to) is something I’ve always done. I don’t know. I have to be aware of that, and check it. But I guess in some way, I’m still that shy girl that keeps to herself or her close inner circle. I’ve conquered many awkward moments in my life and I’m really good at filling awkward silence, and conversation. But sometimes I just feel like with certain people, I’m not myself. Or if I am myself, it doesn’t match up with them. Well there you go, that’s some real deal truth for you. However, sometimes eyes are just eyes. And we don’t have to over think every glance or conversation. Do you know how many times I’ve dazed off and then realized the person across from me probably thought I was starring them down. Resting bitch eyes, are a thing too, I guess. So you never really know what someone is really thinking while they are looking/not looking at you. So what’s your take…

How do you feel about eye contact?

Do you find it easy as pie or do you view it as something

deeper like a window leading to your soul?

-<3-

Alien Love

April 27, 2017April 23, 2017michelleleighwrites 1 Comment

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I want your

Cosmic

Stares & Glares

Gazing at the sky

Crystal comets in your eyes

Unexplainable Connection

Our stars align

Some unlikely creature

Aliens aglow

Do they exist?

Maybe I shouldn’t question

Hearts beat faster

Hands slightly shaken

Adrenaline, hello my friend

You can be my kryptonite

Green Glow

Explosion of color

Pinks, Blues, Purples

Planets rotate on their sides

Pulsating to the beat

Dance

How they dance

Treason of the mind- held captive by overthinking

Fighting to find some clarity in confusion

Galactic love

Orbiting in space

I want your lack of gravity

Venus meet Mars

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I may or may not have been inspired by Supergirl…

it’s my newest Netflix binge. 😉

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I’m sorry were you talking to me, or just being an asshole?

June 20, 2016June 21, 2016michelleleighwrites 15 Comments

Cat-Calling:

To make a whistle, shout, or comment of a sexual nature to a woman passing by.

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Can Cat-calling and Douchebaggery quit sooner rather than later?

It boggles my mind how men get away with their sexist comments.

When I’m walking down the street, I could be wearing sweats or a pretty dress and the cat calling and comments can stride along.

It makes me disgusted. With those men. And skeptical of male attention in general.

You never know what intention lies behind the not so clever come ons.

In fact it does the opposite of what I’m sure is their intention.

It doesn’t make you desirable when you treat me like an object that is just purely walking the earth for your eyes to glance over and decide whether or not you’re going to comment on my looks.

I may be reading too much into things here, but you can’t tell me how to feel. Quite honestly I think there’s a greater problem here than just the occasional cat caller.

Some women may take it as a form of flattery.

I do not.

It causes an insecurity rather than a compliment. And that’s the major problem.

It causes me to question my attire, and whether or not I should have left the house wearing whatever it is I happen to be wearing. Did I do something wrong? Should I have walked home a different way? Crossed the street? Put my sweater on, even though it’s 85 degrees and I’m hot.

No. No. No. Men need a reality check. Men need to actually think with their brains, not…well you know where I’m going with this.

The truth is I’m a modest person. I dress rather conservatively.

And for me to have to feel insecure because a man can’t seem to be respectful enough to keep his mouth shut as I walk by, is sad. So sad.

It’s not my fault.

And ladies, it’s not yours either. No matter what you’re wearing. Nothing is an invitation for a man to treat you like an object.

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I shouldn’t have to worry if my shirt shifts or my dress is slightly shorter than I usually wear. I shouldn’t have to feel shameful of wanting to feel sexy and dress like a woman.

The best part is that most of these catcalling moments will come from men older than me. And let’s be real I have a baby face and probably look younger than I actually am. So what the hell are these guys even looking at me for, let alone commenting on my appearance.

I’ve been in a few awkward situations with older men where I am made to feel uncomfortable about what I am wearing. And it’s a shame. Because my wearing that outfit wasn’t to seek their attention. It was to dress up and feel girly. My looks are not warranting your comment.

Don’t get me wrong, hearing a compliment is nice every once in a while. And there is certainly an allure to the idea of having a gentleman caller admire you. To have someone want to figure out what you’re all about. It can be very sexy when done respectfully. But the operative word here is….gentleman. Does he look you in the eye? Does he respect your mind? Does he treat you like a human being?

Because the attention we get from these disrespectful men is not what we strive for. The comment isn’t a compliment when it comes in the form of sexual grunts and whistles, from a guy who doesn’t really care about me at all. Or the fact that he’s making me uncomfortable and self-conscious.

I ask these men to think about their mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, your future (or current daughters) …Yea some men are fathers and still pull this bullshit. Think about all the women in your life, who you love and respect and care for. Would you want guys catcalling them and making them feel the way you make me and other women feel?

No. So stop. Just stop. It’s unnecessary and it’s not going to get you anywhere. I mean really aside from being ignored or given a shaded glare of hatred. What do you expect? What do you think is going to happen? Do you think I will become overly flattered by your so cleverly thought out whistle or sexist comment that I’ll just jump your bones, right here in the public street? Because, that’s a big fat NO. You sir, are not impressing anyone. Quit while you can.