Please take my hand, please take my heart.
Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die, to learn to live. You must lose everything to appreciate the simple things. Once I held love so damn closely. I knew the smell and odor of her. When love is near and when you live and die inside the words and wishes of another. The sweat and tears of love make you pray for one more day and chance. He looked at the soldier. The young soldier drinking away the memory of his pretty wife left at home. He took the drink away for the soldier.
He told him. You are young and you have the right to be foolish. I recommend you add-up the good and the bad. You can be blessed with a woman who love you or you can drink the damn whiskey…
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There was a video making the rounds on Facebook, a collection of clips from Hollywood movies of “women who needed a spanking”.
I know. I couldn’t watch it either, and I’m certainly not going to link to it, even if its point is that things used to be worse.
But it did get me thinking about the ways some things have actually changed or are changing. For one thing, outside of specifically labeled BDSM mainstream films [cough, Fifty Shades, cough, cough], men hitting women “who need it” isn’t really a positive Hollywood thing these days. Mom-shaming is out…
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