You know what... sometimes I stop and look around. I see cars passing, and people walking. I see children laughing and teenagers acting mischevous. I see women, and then I stop and think very hard.

      I follow my instinctive reaction which is to wonder what she is like underneathe that bundle of clothes and what it would feel like to be inside of her. Then my mind and heart takes over, and I begin to wonder of her as though that implanted fabrication of women was not part of me, as though I was not part of any society, but instead it was just her and I.

      This is when I begin to wonder of her as though she were more than my equal, but not my superior. I see her as a friend, a teacher, and a mother. I see her as though her touch could cure all ills, and her voice can give all knowledge. I see her as though she were an angel that has always been there and that will never leave. Yes I do stare at women alot, but only because I wish to know of them.

      I wonder of women more than what may be considered clinically necessary, but at least I wonder of them. I see every woman as some special, even though similarities may occur. There are tall women & short women, dark women & light women, big women & slim women, old women & young women, sane women & insane women, beautiful women & more beautiful women... wow how the list can go on. What makes a woman wonderful, beautiful or phenomenal, well that I will never know for to me they all have something special that I will never be allowed to see, for there are so many of them and only one of me.