Where do thoughts go?

Do they go in the hearts of men?

Or the minds of people?


I like the phrase “hearts of men.” It’s kind of a nod to the past and a tip of the hat to the tradition of short and succinct phrases of an old way of speaking. I honestly love the phrase because it just sounds cool, even spiritual. “men.”






When did the term men become an insult? It’s just a derivitative of the word “human.” But then I think about it more and see the word women is an addition onto the stub that is the word “men” and I get confused.


If I were a woman, I wouldn’t want to be called a man. Nor a woman. Definitely not a bitch or cunt. Just a person. Or dude. But that’s because I’m a dude. And yes, that is joke. Relax.


So what do I do tho. Men is short and to the point. Women fucks up the rhythm of the phrase?


Or does it. People kind of comes off the tongue like a lighting bolt being charged by the opening and closing of a cat named Tom’s mouth. That’s an allusion to a video game for toddlers. Take care of that little fucker. He has to poop some time.


But let’s get real. Maybe we should just start looking at each other and asking who the fuck cares. Say what you want. And listen when someone says that hurts their feelinsgs. It may even hurt your own one day. Because men shouldn’t be an insult. Nor should bitch or cunt,  and maybe even dick or prick. I kinda don’t mind the last two so much because honestly I can be a dick and a prick sometimes.


But I get it. A cunt is an allusion to a female’s vagina, possibly even clitoris. And being called a vagina might sound bad when used as a derogative. I don’t know. If someone called me a penis I might feel a little confused. Maybe even insulted. Probably not. I probably would just say “what the fuck?”


Which is where I’m at. Maybe I should just get over this wierd roll of the tongue thing when it comes to saying the heart of phrase “hearts of men.’ Because honestly, I ain’t a dude. but i am a man. And it’s too easy to be partial on this debate because I am a penis, and a dick, and a prick, and a brat, and a rebel with a God. But honestly, I don’t give a fuck.


sometimes I say people. sometimes I say men. Maybe one day a women will just tell don’t worry about this, and I’ll say, damn, that’s some sound advice. But I’ll probably ask her what her reall thoughts are on the issue. Because she probably doesn’t like to be called a man. Or cunt. Or a bitch. And most definitely not a woman.


so maybe person. maybe both. Definitely not a cunt or bitch tho. And please, don’t say little fucker. And stop calling children stupid.


To my mother, and woman, and men, and hopefully people. Amd maybe even myself.




About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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