Some one asked me what makes a man a man in my opinion. I think theres no one rsounding answer but all i could think to say is you make decisions and you dont look back on them you see it through and take whatever comes to you because of it,the whole time holding your head up with a morbid sort of grin. i may not have sad those exact words, but thats how it sounds in my head. what do you think makes a man?

Boys have a penis...girls have a vagina...

yea funny how that works huh?

The shoes make the man!!!!!!

Men have....Huge imaginations....Women have vagina's.

That nearly made me spit beer!

awww i love shoes

Note to self: do NOT read her posts while food or drink is in mouth...

One thing that really makes a tough man is if he has to put a condom on with a tire iron!

Reminds me of this one time...his penis was a LOT too...uh...wide for the condom...it rolled right back up & went *PING!*

And after this are we going to have a peeing contest?

Can admit he is wroooooo, wroooon, wroooooonnnnn, wrooooonnnnnggggg.

Flying condoms have been known to put eyes out. *PING*

I guess this prolly isn't going where the OP intended...

acctually i post alot of dif topics just to give people the opportunity to be either dead serious about it or make some fun out of it and some of those responses had me laughin so its all good good point about admitting being wrong though that is a big issue pride and what not but the boys have a penis girls have a vagina thing had me laughin i have to admit, and who doesnt love a good comical condom story?

What makes a man, a man?


It differs.... for a start trying to be gender specific is a real challenge, as I dont see men and women as different, I don't see gender...


I see heart, mind, values, strengths and weaknesses.

Why do I have respect for the people who identify themselves as male?

Usually because they can walk their talk...they are who they say they are, and they are comfortable and confident within themselves.


If I had to identify a person as a gender, as a male, and say what would make him a man in my eyes, it would be this....




The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.



A person who is that person...who can answer , 'yes' to this, who IS this, earns my respect.