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Mini-Book Review: Women by Bukowski


“Women” is a book I found about a year ago. Every time I would pick it up, I would feel like I was living in a dirty hotel room with dim lites, nausea uprooting my stomach while feeling horney as fuck. When I read, I get lost in the story and that is exactly what it felt like to live in his book.

I loved this book at first, but then it slowly became very, very tedious. It was the same story over and over again. “Chinsky”, the male character is an older man who is a writer. He absolutely loves women and enjoys their company and sleeping with them. He is a drunk and really does not have high standards for himself, so in order to fill his void of life, he is a man whore. But throughout the many women he sleeps with, he is in love with this one particular woman named, Lydia. She is a crazy, jealous, obsessive women that made me want to grab her out of the book and give her some damn comments sense! She annoyed me throughout the book because of her psycho ways with Chinksi.

I love Bukowskis writing and he writes in a such a passionate and poetic way when he describes his affairs. Below is one of my favorite quotes when he was describing one of his sexual encounters. His writing is raw, which I love! Overall, the writing itself was awesome, but the plot could have used a lot more variety.

“Its like making a rosebud open….
It’s like two roses in a garden moving slowly towards each other. The male works his slow magic. The female slowly opens. I like it. I like it.”

From his book “Women”
Charles Bukowskiimages

Be Free

Be Free

Today, I know,
you want to be free,
free to be whom-ever
you want as an adoree.

So, today, while I lay
under the sun,
I’ve come to the conclusion,
that I just need to run,

Run, run away,
Run, run and be free,
free from the heartache,
the want of much more,
like the slaves,
back in the day,
always striving to be adored.

Does my heart want to run?
No, no way!
Does my soul want to be stay?
Yes, yes, it does.

But this is life,
life’s ups and downs,
You don’t always choose,
who you can keep under the sun.

I can walk away,
and be done with this run,
But what makes it so hard,
are the connections and fun!

Connecting Intellectually,
yes, can talk,
Physically is all,
encompassed to one:

You hold me,
like you’ll never let go.
You kiss me,
like I am only yours,
You touch me,
like I’m your one
and only.

But in the end,
It’s all just a game,
A game to me,
Just, so you can be free.

I get it,
I do,
You want to be free,
But when something is
special, is it not
so easy to see?

But, I am true.
True to you,
I don’t need to be free,
All I need is you!

I will be waiting,
When you choose to be true,
It can be fab,
Just me and you!

Imagine the smiles,
the laughs from within.
The all day kissing,
under the sun!

My friend, my friend,
forever my friend,
forever in sight,
forever in heart,
and in soul,

But today, I will run.


Oh the pains of being a womyn!!  If you men knew what we go through, you would have sympathy or at least I would hope so.  I woke up with a sharp pain in my lower stomach.  Hmm…I thought, it’s not almost that time of the month.  I wonder if I ate something horrid?

Then it dawned on me, here I am mid-cycle and I am ovulating.  Oh heck!  Really?!  Thank goodness, I can’t get pregos, I am so done with being pregnant.

I have my warm cup of coffee.  It soothes my tummy pain and gives me a sweet jolt.  I begin cleaning up my house.  Then, I all of a sudden feel a “nesting” coming on.  I begin to scrub my floors, I re-arrange my living room and then get up and go to buy a new rug for my living room.

What the heck was all of that about?  I am ovulating and in my animalistic ways, I began nesting, getting my house ready.  Oh joy!!

I woke up with a great attitude.  I felt good, great and energetic desptite my tum pain.  While I was out, I felt good.  It felt good to be out in our Cali-Sun with the wind blowing in my face.

But then, I get home and all of a sudden have a crying spell!!  Really?  Why was I shedding those tears?  I had no particular reason.  But I put it all together.  I am ovulating.

I did some research online and sure enough, apparently these are some symptoms of ovulating.  I never put one-and-one together, but it all makes sense now.

I am so glad that I understand my emotions today and am able to control them.  I laid down for a bit, breathed in and out and closed my eyes and imagined peace.  Thirty minutes later, it passed and here I am sharing my estrogen break down with the world.

It really sucks to be a girl sometimes.  We are wired so differently than men.  Sometimes I trully wish I was a male, but then at the same time, being a girl is fun!

But why oh why do us womyn have to go through all of this emotional crap.  We get emotional during PMS, we get emotional while being pregnant, we get emotional on sad movies.  Really?!??  Why did we get created as such!  I DO NOT LIKE IT, ONE BIT!~  OH, let me repeat myself if you did not here me the first time, I DO NOT, I DO NOT, I DO NOT LIKE IT ONE INCH OF A BIT~

Okay, vent over.