Yes Men Do Cry

One mans personal journey of grieving the loss of his wife written over a period of 3 years January 11 2002 Oh Booby, Booby, Booby. This explains it all. I want you back so much, yet fully understand this is a fantasy. It must be my way of handling (or trying to) my pain, thinking of the good times, wanting the good times, knowing that now they have to come from what I make. Round and round we go, its an intriguing web we weave ourselves. The web breaks, so we have to spin a new one. This I will continue to do until I make a web so strong that I will feel safe, feel confident with myself. March 2 2002 Still feeling as though Im just floating like a feather in the wind. Like the feather I dont know where I will land. Its as though I have no control but I know for sure that this is not so. Im in complete control; it is me allowing myself to be in this state. I want companionship so much, but Im scared, I want to touch, explore, and feel someone. Selfishly for my own needs but its something I need to happen because I have to justify to myself that I can love again.

One man's personal journey of grieving the loss of his wife written over a period of 3 years January 11 2002 Oh Booby, Booby, Booby. This explains it all. I want you back so much, yet fully understand this is a fantasy. It must be my way of handling (or trying to) my pain, thinking of the good times, wanting the good times, knowing that now they have to come from what I make. Round and round we go, it ́s an intriguing web we weave ourselves. The web breaks, so we have to spin a new one. This I will continue to do until I make a web so strong that I will feel safe, feel confident with myself. March 2 2002 Still feeling as though I ́m just floating like a feather in the wind. Like the feather I don't know where I will land. It's as though I have no control but I know for sure that this is not so. I ́m in complete control; it is me allowing myself to be in this state. I want companionship' so much, but I ́m scared, I want to touch, explore, and feel someone. Selfishly for my own needs but it's something I need to happen because I have to justify to myself that I can love again.

This is a story of why men fight in society to hide their tears. And the societies that tell us not to cry need to know we must and so does everyone in the world!

In this unique poetry anthology, 100 grown men - bestselling authors, poets laureate, actors, producers and other prominent figures from the arts, sciences and politics, share the poems that have moved them to tears.

Most autobiographies are about famous people. The difference between these people and myself is that my lifes story is a way to explain and share how two little boys lived a life of childhood abuse and the scars this abuse left behind. I did not write this book to feel sorry for myself but to inform others that, Yes, little boys cry too!!! Not enough information is documented on how many little boys and young men have been abused, which I find quite disturbing. However, every time I read a new statistic on the number of boys that have been and will be abused, the percentages keep going up and up. You must remember that in the past, we as boys, were taught never to cry and or to show emotions. Most of us hid the abuse and many still will not reveal what happened to them. Young girls and young ladies are by far the largest group of victims. However, I refuse to be swept under a rug about a situation past and present that leaves scars on all the victims. Yes, today, I can finally come out and say that my brother and I were both victims of verbal, psychological, the severest of physical abuse and yes, sexual abuse. I somehow survived these abuses but sadly my brother did not. He ended up committing suicide at a young age. Three days before his death he telephoned me to admit he was afraid of turning out like our abuser --our mother!. He was afraid he was becoming like her and did not want that life for the wonderful woman he had married and his 10 month old daughter. If one person reads this book and sees the signs of abuse and helps just one child, then I shall die happy knowing that this one child was spared. Also, this book has a meaning other than you feeling sorry for me, as I dont need nor want pity. Neither is this book where I want to air out my famililies faults and failures. To this day, I have never told a person about my young life. I chose to wait until all the people who had made my life a living hell had passed away. What inspired me to open up was an experience that happened to me about 5 years ago, I was living with my former partner in Buenos Aires, Argentina and one day he happened to pick up a folder of old pictures. In the folder were school photographs of me from around the age of first through 6th grade. I saw that he had the pictures spread over the dining room table and had this confused look on his face. Finally he spoke and said, Jim I need to ask you a question, Why in all these pictures do you have marks on your face? He went on pointing out that in each picture I had either a busted lip, scratches and even a black eye. I suddenly went into a panic mode. Somebody saw what I had kept hidden over 25 years and something I wanted to forget. I sat there for at least 2 hours and told him everything that had happened to me from starting my life in an orphanage until I was almost 3 years old and up to the present. The torture in my life did not end the day my Mother put me out of the house at 15/16 years old. My life still had more obstacles for me to face. I was then fighting my own sexuality, I didnt understand what was happening and sadly had not one person I could trust. I needed help and back in the late 60s and 70s there were no organizations available to help. An alternative life style in those days were not accepted anywhere! I was an outcast from what the world called normal and there was no alternatives. I remember boys getting the hell knocked out of them if they were even considered just a little too effeminate. I had my share of two such bullies has a kid and I didnt need that experience again. I realize that times have changed and through this wonderful thing called the media, my heroes in life have showed the public just the tip of the iceberg. Please dont fall in the trap of believing that since times have changed; people have. Today we have people like Oprah, Ricky Martin, and Ellen Degeneres who have brought this fact to the publics attention as w

""INARA" signifies a ray of light, heaven-sent. Inara is an eloquent anthology that encompasses a series of poems and short-stories that acts as a testimony of values and thoughts. This anthology features best stories and poems that ranges from utopic past to distant dystopian future, from small rise to big losses and from unexpected deaths to blissful births. You will discover fresh perspectives, learn new lessons and find a part of you in these stories. INARA is the result of a collaborative effort of people whose ultimate passion is literature. The book is compiled by Akshata Jadhav under the auspices of Ms. Srashti Behure. Hope these stories will leave a lasting impact on you.

The inspiration for the new Warner Bros. movie starring Jim Carrey, Wallace's offbeat bestseller reveals what happens when he says yes to absolutely everything for a year.

Boys Don't Cry is a book that will make sense of depression and anxiety for people who might not recognise those feelings in themselves or others. Suicide is the single biggest killer of men aged 20-45 in the UK. Depression and undiagnosed mental illness are huge contributors to these deaths as they're often more difficult to diagnose in men. And those men don't tend to talk about the typical symptoms or visit their doctor. Meet Tim. For nearly a decade he kept his depression secret. It made him feel so weak and shameful he thought it would destroy his whole life if anyone found out. And Tim is not alone. After finally opening up he realised that mental illness was affecting many men around the globe - and he knew that wasn't ok. A brutally honest, wickedly warming and heart-breaking tale about what it really takes to be a 'real man', written by one who decided that he wanted to change the world by no longer being silent. This is Tim's story, but it could be yours too.