Hobbies:Sports, outdoors, friends, chatting, flirt Penpal message / wishes: Hello all.....I'm just a simple man from the south Mississippi. I enjoy weekend cook outs with friends. I love the outdoors and I love making new friends from all over. I'm a very open person who can talk about anything and can be very flirtatious at times.
Only looking for female penfriends ages 30-65.
People from Africa need not email me and I can spot you very quickly....your email will be deleted and you will be blocked.
Hobbies:Reading, writing letters, emailing, text messaging, writing in my diaries, coloring, word puzzles, Penpal message / wishes: Hello, my nickname is Holly. I am a Woman 52 engaged to a nice man. Seeking lasting genuine friendships with women only. Maybe make a best friend. If you are someone that stops after a few replies. I ask to please do not reply. I receive so many replies from women, saying they want to be friends. Then I don't receive a reply back. I always reply back, seeking the same. I will not reply to Men, anyone asking me for money. I will delete. I have two pet betta fishes. Where I live pets are not allowed. My favorite holiday is Christmas. I like the springtime fall/autumn. I will answer all replies from women throughout the world. I ask to write the first letter. Communication through letters, or emailing, text messaging. I have WhatsApp. I like to text with my friends if they want. When comfortable after a few emails. I would give my WhatsApp number. I love animals.
I also love stuffed animals and have a few. I am currently reading a book by Naomi Judd. Breakthrough Guide. I don't talk about Politics. I am a strong believer in God. If you are not,then I ask to please do not reply. Thank you for reading my ad. Wishing everyone many Blessings, as Well Best Wishes.
Hobbies:Writing, drums, piano Penpal message / wishes: I first heard "Please Hear What I'm Not Saying" when I was 15 at a week-long family conference that changed my life.
I was in the Sr Teens Group and the poem helped make us more accepting of each other. The acceptance and love I felt, especially from the group leader, encouraged me to be myself in ways I never had before and perform on stage. By the end of the week, I believed I had something to offer and could be who I was for the first time.
Afterwards, when I returned home, I had the confidence to make real friends for the first time. Some lasting more than 40 years. And I had the best year and a half of my life.
The leader of the group was very athletic, so I asked him if he considered himself a real man. He told me: "The important thing is to be comfortable in your own skin. Never...ever...try to be anyone but who you are."
Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
for I wear a mask, a thousand masks.
masks that I'm afraid to take off.
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me.
but don't be fooled.
for God's sake don't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure.
that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command
and that I need no one.
but don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface is my mask.
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anyone to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind.
a nonchalant sophisticated facade.
to help me pretend.
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation. my only hope.
And I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance.
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself.
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself,
that I am really worth something.
But I don't tell you this. I don't dare to. I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid your glance won't be followed by acceptance, won't be followed by love.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.
So I play my game,
my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without
and a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks,
and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything.
of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine do not be fooled by what I'm saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I'm not saying,
what I'd like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can't say.
I don't like hiding.
I don't like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging.
each time you try to understand because you really care.
my heart begins to grow wings--
very small wings,
very feeble wings,
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator--an honest-to-God creator of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall
behind which I tremble.
you alone can remove my mask.
you alone can remove me from my shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me the blinder I may strike back.
It's irrational, but despite what the books say about man
I am often irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.
Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.