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A guy told me to hit on a lady. She'd been staring. I wasn't in the mood, so what would have me smile did irritate me. Must be hard being a woman today. Life happens to you. You never take the initiative—a victim, a helpless damsel. Even for your relationships, God is to blame.

You see, even with all I've been through—having suppressed stories that might only manifest on my death bed—I could never wish to be a woman today. 'Cos, I love to feel powerful. I can never entertain the belief that I'm not in control of my own fate. How else might I live?

One time in history, women would throw their handfans or scarf on the floor as an invitation for a gentleman to pick them up and speak with them. Some would call on men in other informal ways. They were very skilled in conversations—often enough to understand by a mere glance.

They didn't always get what they'd wanted, but they were never in denial of their reality. Now, women have more options than they're skilled to manage—just as they enjoy; they call the women of the old oppressed—but can't manage to cultivate a system that satisfies them.

One would think equality—in its varied definitions—afford them the opportunity and zeal to take reasonable control of their own lives.

I use the illustration of throwing handfan or scarf on the floor to indicate that there are subtle ways to take control of your own dating life. It can be a simple conversation. A simple conversation! Not the bs childish or sexual remarks garnished with plausible deniability.

I don’t share anything about my family on here but I feel compelled to contribute to the conversation on the timeline today. All my life, I only attended private schools, had extra home tutors for close to six years (home and quality education does something to a child that sets

Anyone who can think outside their own head can see this. It's not even hard.

For all its superficiality, good looks do serve a purpose: they draw people to you. They create an immediate pull, a magnetic softness that makes others want to linger, listen, approach. People who, under different circumstances, might never glance your way, suddenly take

Regardless of how "at peace" one is with oneself, humans are inherently social creatures. The desire to be seen, understood, and mirrored is not a flaw - it's part of our wiring. The solo-esque spiritual bypassing of this often arises when someone cannot locate true resonance.

Any dating advice besides become that guy and let them flock is a scam. Focus on yourself brothers. Spoils will come.

There is no one who truly belongs to God who enjoys wallowing in sin. This is the true test of the regenerate heart: the power to live above the influence of this depraved world. You can prophesy, cast out demons, speak in powerful tongues, and perform many mighty works, yet

i’ve got a wandering mind. you gotta come take my attention.

How It Started vs How Its Going 3 years later & “it turned out” more than “well.” “Turns out” that I found my best friend, my soulmate & the love of my life. As a child, I prayed to God for a good love story & He gave me a GREAT love story. One that I never could have imagined.

"I beg Catholics who are tempted by homosexuality not to let themselves be shut away in this prison of LGBT ideology. You are a child of God by baptism! Your place is in the Church, like all Christians." - Cardinal Robert Sarah

Random perspective. The people who use mental health and "patriarchy" to justify bad character seem very adamant in understanding that men resent the idea of pairing with them (and others) because they've always humiliated men for seeking connection.

Put your trust in Allah—and let the verses carry you through the storm.

I recently travelled to a new city to write. Yes, I sometimes like to take trips that breathe new life into me, journeys that shift my rhythm and let me see the world a little differently than I’m used to. Here, in this little sleepy town, life moves slowly, but in a beautiful,

People are so enthralling, man. I’m watching this little girl, she can’t be more than nine, dancing to the rhythm of a Fuji song, (I’ve searched it out through Shazam, and the name doesn’t quite appear—how strange) and her movements are nothing short of majestic. She isn’t just

The closer someone is to you, the more you treat them as you treat yourself, I think. It was how it occurred to me that perhaps I don’t know how to love myself. We don’t always hurt the ones we love because we want to but because they’re close enough to be touched by our wounds.