What a wonderful human being...

Something caught me while trying to have a less a meaningful conversation with the hubby sometime ago. I was looking at pretty povedan girls. I thought they were Povedan. They look good. And they were girls. The hubby asked who was i looking. I said i kinda laid eyes on two girls that passed by.

That's kinky.

What? Ano yun kulot?

I have to admit i'm not well versed with the male-drooling lingo and the kinky word reminds me of the Aetas but hubby said that a woman like me staring at women as if i'm not a woman sounds so kinky. Oh, you mean sexy. Right. Why not? I'm a woman in the first place. Woman is sexy. Hmmm... hubby seems to be tagging the right words to make me feel like a natural woman. Auditory stimulation from the male species. Haha...

It leads me now to tell myself that one of the best things that our genius God has made is a woman.

I read anyayahh's recent blog that a woman's body is warm. Of course, we are human beings. We are mammals so we are warm-blooded. But warmness of a woman's body is different. It transcends physicality. It is more than redeeming flesh that i speak of, but a warm fuzzy feeling that seethes through your heart. Warm feeling that doesn't scald. Softness similar to stroking the stomach of a cat. I imagine marshmallows and chicken broth and an Isabel Allende book. That's how soft and warm she is.

I do not limit this description to sheltered Povedan girls. They do look good. No doubt. Brittle bodies half-full to womanly goodness. What keeps me looking are women i see on the streets, in the workplace, inside jeepneys, college campuses, in the malls, in the park.

Flashback: Poodrahbel and I had this mission to serve Capt. Planet by launching our own refostration project in Sierra Madre. I was young then, a little over 12 years old. I suffered sunstroke so my dad had to rush me to the nearest ilog at the foothills. That was the first time i saw real lavanderas. Women in their tapis washing clothes--- healthy looking women with round breasts and curvy asses in a messy tied-up hairdo. That's my vivid memory of real barrio sexiness. They're like the actual painting of Amorsolo and the ones we see in old Pinoy movies where these women get raped. There I was, staring at them, drinking detergent laiden water while my Dad tries to dispell voyeurism.

I look at the body of my lola feeding her 20 cats, the way Aling Barang makes paypay of her isaw just around the block, how this dalagita goes around the sari-sari store to buy tasty bread and suka. Jelly strong bodies oozing with feminine charm. Very very feline.

Ok. My male boss is looking at me now.

I'm a woman