a The Transit Lounge: Boys to Men

Back in the Day: I had a quarter life crisis, headed to Osaka, Japan for the unknown–only to discover that a passport plane ride are not necessarily a ticket to escape. Some Years Later: Settled back in Oz, the man of my dreams ended up in Tokyo for work–which is how a passport and plane ride showed me home is where the heart is. And Now: Well as luck would have it, we are about to embark on Japan Mark 3, with a baby in tow and another on the way...

Wednesday, January 3

Boys to Men

One thing I must say I am more than happy about is the fact that in Australia we have some real men! Well, blokes if you will. That is probably a more appropriate word. I'm talking about men who drive utes, do things like carpentry, plastering, and general labouring, are generally well fit because of their work and interests in outdoor sports, walk around without shoes and shirts, have that natural tan and own real dogs like blue heelers, german shepherd crosses and cattle dogs.
No freakin' chihuahuas suffocating in Louis Vuitton manbags in sight!
No stupid chhuahuas or rat dogs anywhere in fact.
Men who are good to look at. So many of them in fact I quite often don't know where to look!
Men fullstop.

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