With MayThugger vs McCracker only days away probably one of the most misunderstood topics surfacing online is the difference between a boxer and a mixed martial artist. First and foremost, they’re both sport fighters. That means they play by the rules.
And he says to his girlfriend, “Do it like I fucking told you.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My heart quickly accelerated. I could feel the adrenaline dump. She wasn’t in immediate danger, but her head dropped. The shame made me cringe!
There once was a stallion that roamed the land looking to experience everything the world had to offer. In the beginning when his path crossed others he’d rush them and exclaim, "Hi! I'm a stallion. I'm roaming the land looking to experience all the world has to offer. I'm fast, agile and incredibly strong, look at me run!" And then he'd sprint across the plane and round back to find his new companion looking back in disdain. The stallion didn't understand.
When people say they want to fight, what they really mean is they want to hit. But fighting isn’t just about hitting, it’s also about being able to get hit. Love is no different. We all want to feel it’s bliss, but love isn’t always blissful. Sometimes it’s down right awful!
This is my 30th blog post since embarking on spreading the "good" of Good Men Brotherhood, DC. The number doesn't feel like much of a milestone in comparison to say 100 or 200, but it’s a step in the right direction. Today I’m going to take another step.
It’s a question I believe we all need to re-visit every so often. Are we the image we project or the one we're hiding from, or maybe all of the above? I can tell you in my experience many of us spend much more time controlling how we're perceived than doing the work necessary to actually become the person we portray.