Home with my Husband

Emotional State

Mood

Let's be honest here. The maids outfit represents my worth to you guys. It represents servitude, and with the right outfit, sluttiness. My thoughts don't matter to you, me leaning over to clean and you staring at my tits matter to you. My personality doesn't matter to you, me bending over to pick something up and you getting a peak at my ass matters to you. I understand and accept this fact of life.

The house is the woman’s domain. Therefore, she has the ultimate responsibility for ensuring it is kept. This not only includes the interior of the house, but herself for the woman is a part of the home itself. Man is designed to provide the woman with the resources she needs to be successful in this endeavor and she, therefore, must use these resources to build a safe and comfortable home for her husband and family.

A good cuban cigar closes the door on the vulgarities of the world.

Thought, like memory, inhabits external things as much as the inner regions of the human brain. When the physical correspondents of thought disappear, then thought, or its possibility, is also lost. When woods and trees are destroyed - incidentally, deliberately - imagination and memory go with them. W.H. Auden knew this. 'A culture,' he wrote warningly in 1953, 'is no better than its woods.'