DennisGable is currently exhausted, emotionally, mentally and spiritually drained. It is liberating, freeing and frightening all at the same time.
First off, Solomon is… the crap! [censored for the religious] He approaches this written edification by saying “listen to my words and you will live, don’t just listen… strap my words to your entire body so you will not misplace them.” He then goes on his longest topical rant yet, twenty two verses to be exact. Leading off by encouraging us to call on wisdom and insight as our sister and friend so that we would keep away from the forbidden woman, the prostitute.
As my eyes scanned every word of this text I was nervous, my body trembled in fear that I would have to write the insight I have regarding these words.
She has seductive speech, a confident demeanor, a sexy body, forward [pursuant] actions, and a bed that smells like a Gold Canyon candle store. These are her weapons that she uses to attack the man, in this narrative, you are that man and I am that man.
I have fallen to the seduction of these words, melted at the confidence of her presence, lusted after the curves of her flesh, gladly welcomed her forward affections, I could do without the smoothie of fragrances, however, I’ve been persuaded in like a cartoon character floating in for a delicious home-cooked meal.
I have met her in the street.
I have slept in the bed of her husband.
I have silenced my conviction to experience the moment.
I have stated these things both actually and metaphorically .
But, I have also been a man with wayward speech, seductive eyes, confidence and the audacity to make the first move. I have been this man more times than I would like to remember and that’s because I am unable to remember. I was about ten years old the first time I remember my father telling me to f*&% women before they could f*&% me. Find ’em, feel ’em, finger ’em, f*&% ’em and forget ’em was the advice that I received from the individual who was supposed to teach me what it meant to be a man. All I learned was how to be a disrespectful, ignorant, coward, who used any and everyone for my benefit. This has been my struggle, the “thorn in my side” as I have called it in my Christianese justification.
Over the years there have been many times that I have conveniently slipped in my headphones with music and drown out the voice and call of wisdom. On the other hand there have been many times that I have seen her [wisdom’s] hands waving through the crowd and ran to her recklessly just to hear everything she had to say. Through the chaos and silence I have learned so much, I have re-written paragraphs to my story. Let me correct that, God has re-written paragraphs to this story that happens to have me as the main character. I have been transformed over the years, slowly, progressively but, surely. This process is called sanctification, it is where the Holy Spirit changes you, transforms you and molds you into a new creature and a new creation.
Praise God[!!!!] that he has taught me the things my father was supposed to teach me such as chivalry and how to respect, protect and provide for women, all of them. I am grateful for this because of who I want to be and where I want my life to go.
Men, keep your P out of the V!
Women, don’t let their P be in your V!
[P=Penis & V=Vagina]
This has turned into a short manifesto as opposed to a blog so I will cut it short here, for now.