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by Samuel E. Warren Jr.
The English word, “Tomboy” has two completely different meanings at two different places on planet: Earth.
In the United States Of America, the word, “Tomboy”, means a girl or woman, who might choose to wear clothes associated with a boy or man. The girl or woman is not one, who is especially fond of the color: Pink. The girl or woman, probably, grew up on a farm or in a large family of brothers, so she can eaisly defend herself. The girl or woman, based on the issues, she has faced in her life might tend to “Problem Solve” issues more like a man than a woman. The girl or woman is always independent and knows her place in the world. The girl or woman isn’t fond of frilly dresses, but she can slip on an evening gown and be as attractive as any girl or woman, who prefers to always choose the traditional, global lifestyle of a woman. In the United States Of America, the word, “Tomboy”, never, ever suggests, implies, or indicates a sexuality lifestyle.
In the Republic Of The Philippines, the word, “Tomboy”, ALWAYS means a ‘Sexuality’ choice. The word, “Tomboy” is understood to mean, “A Lesbian who chooses to live, dress and act like a man.”
In the United States, the word, “Tomboy” is never, ever understood to indicate sexual preference. Many girls and women in the United States have grown up in remote, distant, rural and challenging geographical settings from the wilderness of Alaska, to the dense woods of the Missouri-Arkansas Ozarks and other challenging climate and terrain.
As a result of their childhoods, American Girls and American Women simply got in the habit of putting on denim jeans and work shirts to deal with the daily issues of life. The same girl or woman can slip on a bikini or an evening gown and be as sexy, attractive and sensual as any American woman, who grew up surrounded by a “Sea Of Pink” and all of the traditional frilly accessories.
In the Philippines, the word, “Tomboy” always refers to sexual preference and lifestyle because The Asian World classifies and categories people based on their obvious sexual choices and lifestyles.
In the United States Of America, in the 1970s, The American Women’s Liberation Movement demanded American Women be treated as “The Equals” to American Men. The Women’s Lib Movement scored major successes for “Equality.”
I was a college student as the American Women’s Lib Movement got up and running in the early 1970s. I was not born handsome. I was not born rich. My attempt to try and date an American Girl or a young American Woman in the early 1970s was “A Living Hell.” American girls and American women were determined to make a statement to The World For All Time, so American girls and American women shrugged off American boys and American men like unwanted dandruff.
At the time, an American Girl or an American Woman might tell you she had little or no interest in the Women’s Lib Moment, but, that did not mean that she did not have an opinion based on the events, which seemed to unfold daily.
This unique period of time in American history was one of those times when, “Every American had their own personal opinion.” Americans all had their opinions about The American Civil Rights Movement and America’s Involvement in The Vietnam War and those opinions would cross race, political, religious lines. The American Women’s Liberation Movement established “The Gender Line” and “ALL Men were considered ‘The Enemy.'”
American Women, who were raised, educated and married into Republican families seemed to be The Only American Women who did not see men as ‘The Enemy.’
Canadian Woman, Helen Reddy’s, “I Am Woman” became The Gender Anthem Of American Girls And Women. The emotional and political intensity of the period, it is a “Miracle” that the “Equal Rights Amendment” was not passed.
The Gender Intensity Of This Period Of American History was so intense as a young man, I really felt that “The Battle Of The Sexes” might actually resort to women taking up firearms, ammunitions and munitions and moving forward to actually achieve either domination or demand total gender equality across the board in every daily issue from government, politics, religion, sex and economics.
The American Girl and The American Woman had reached their “Take No Prisoners” attitude and regardless, what happened with The ERA, American Society would be forever changed. The ERA stayed on the shelf and collected dust and storage.
American Society did change.
During the American Women’s Liberation Movement time period, some American English words changed their meanings through usage.
The American English word, “Gay”, before the 1970s, simply meant a person who was happy. During the 1970s, it was obvious, the word: Gay had changed to mean “Homosexual.”
The American English word, “Queer”, before the 1970s, simply meant someone who was “strange or different.” Often the usage of the word, “Queer” meant someone who was “Eccentric”, especially if the person was an older or elderly person. In the 1970s, the word, “Queer” became a definite derogatory term for a “homosexual person” or “homosexual persons.”
The American English word, “Tomboy” did not change.
Thus, American Women who wanted to indicate sexuality used the word, “Lesbian.”
‘The Heterosexual American Girls and American Women’, who grew up on farms and grew up fishing for food and a living, did not allow the word, “Tomboy” to change it’s meaning in the United States Of America.
I had many women relatives in the United States in the 1970s, who had grown up on farms and had worked alongside their dads, granddads, uncles and brothers in corn fields and sugar cane fields and these ladies did not stand for the word, “Tomboy” to take on a “Sexuality” or “Lifestyle Choice” meaning or definition. Obviously, my American Women relatives weren’t the only American Women who did not allow the meaning of the word, “Tomboy” to change.
By the time, I was stationed in the Pacific in the 1980s: it was obvious, the English word, “Tomboy” has a completely different meaning in Asia. In the various countries of Asia, which I have lived in and, definitely, in the Republic Of The Philippines, the English word, “Tomboy” ALWAYS refers to “Sexuality” and a conscious “Lifestyle Choice.”
Thus, if a woman tells you she is a “Tomboy.” To be certain of her meaning, ask if she means, “In the American English sense of the word, ‘Tomboy'” or “in the Filipino English sense of the word, ‘Tomboy.'”

Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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August 14, 2014 at 4:40 PM

24th Wedding Anniversary

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Editor’s Note — I wrote this editorial on my Wedding Anniversary for my wife. I had problems logging into my Word Press blog accounts on that day. Thus, the editorial stayed on my hard drive until I could get logged into publish the article.
Word Press seems to have updated their publish system, since my last editorial, so the format of this editorial may look different than previous posts.
Samuel E. Warren Jr.
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24th Wedding Anniversary

Today, Sunday, July 20, 2014, Christy Warren, my wife, celebrates her 24th Wedding Anniversary. Wait, a minute. . .my wife ? Holy Cow ! That means I’ve been married 24 years today also.

I need a minute.

Okay. The shock has passed.

I am surprised I am celebrating 24 years of marriage. I was a single man. I liked being a single man.
My first marriage was “Made In Hell.” Actually, I made the Supreme Mistake of walking down the alise of the neo-Gothic cathedral of The School Of The Ozarks at Point Lookout, Missouri, back in the late ’70s.

I made it a point to ‘Forget’ that so-called “Wedding Day.”

The Lesson Of My First Marriage was simple: I will Never, Ever get married again. Two-and-a-half miserable years of being “Locked” into “Holy Wedlock”, is the reason Why I Don’t Fear Hell. I spent everyday in Hell for two-and-a-half, long, miserable years. I dreaded sunrise each day.

Once my divorce was granted, I made myself “The Promise.”

The Promise was simple: “Never Again.”

At age 24, I won back my “Freedom.”

I never had any intention of ever getting married again.

I was “Free !” I was single, again.” I had a good job in the United States Air Force. Thanks to Uncle Sam, I do my job, salute smartly and I could travel the world. I did.

Again, I was a Single American. I was fortunately to be a Single American G.I. I loved my job in Public Affairs because I got to live my fantasy as “The Reporter.”

I lived to write. My mentor Master Sergeant took the time to really “Teach” me how to use a camera to take news photographs for the newspaper. I worked at it and became a photojournalist. I wrote the stories and shot the photos, which ended up in print in a base newspaper. My Life was complete. I was Whole. I was Happy.

The day came when Uncle Sam handed me a set of orders for duty in the Pacific. Hallelujah !

The Ozarks country boy ends up at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa. I had heard my father’s stories about World War II in the Pacific. I had heard other veterans War stories about duty in the Pacific. I did some interviews and published some of those stories. When Uncle Sam gave me the orders, I had my camera bag packed before my duffel bag and I was ready to catch the aircraft on the runway.

While stationed on Okinawa, I noticed and met some of the Most Beautiful Women On Planet Earth.

I met Koreans and Filipinas. I got a temporary duty assignment to the Kingdom Of Thailand, so I met beautiful Thais, Cambodian and Laotian women.

I was in my 20s and 30s, so I was as “Handsome” as I was ever going to be. Fortunately, the striking blue uniform and my Battle Dress Uniform made even an average looking guy like me appear like a handsome Hollywood heart throb.

Still, I had “No Intention Of Never, Ever Getting Married Again.”
At Clark Air Base, Republic of the Philippines, I fell in love with the tropical climate, the country, the base, and my job. I was a Single American G.I., whose blood flowed and his heart pounded, so I naturally noticed I was “Ground Zero” in the Pacific version of Heaven. Everywhere I looked — Filipinas.

A Single Man In Paradise surrounded by beautiful women realizes Life is more fun and meaningful when it is shared.

One Filipina caught my eye. Christy had a Farah Fawcett-Majors shag haircut. Her eyes sparkled. Her smile was diamond bright sunshine.

She wasn’t tall. Still, she caught my eye and I could see her as a “Playboy” or “Penthouse” centerfold in my mind.

Christy might have known two words in English. Language was definitely the barrier. I learned broken Tagalog and she busted through the barrier and learned English quickly.

One of the things I noticed about my future wife was her independence and sense of style. In the Asian culture, women usually are shy and taught to stay in the background. Christy was one of the few Asian women I had ever met, who did not do the cultural “Docile Routine.”

When it came to style, Christy had the eye of a fashion designer. She knew how to mix and match colors that caught my eye and made other men turn their heads.

We began to date. I suddenly realized, “Jackpot !”

I knew “If” I didn’t marry Christy I would always regret the decision. I wanted someone I could “Love” and share my Life with.

Women came and Women went. I was a single man. I knew, Christy was “The Woman!” I didn’t want to see her, “Go.”

I proposed.

She made me wait.

I kept at the job and wondered “If” she would take me up on my offer.

She did.

Friday, July 20, Nineteen Eighty Nine, the presses rolled. “The Philippine Flyer” came “Hot Off The Press !”

In the best tradition of American Newspaper Editors And Reporters, I had told Christy, “The newspaper comes first !”

My Wedding Day was scheduled to happen — after “The Philippine Flyer” came off the presses. Show Time was 10 a.m., at the Justice Of The Peace office at The Main Gate of Clark Air Base. I and everyone of my witnesses and people from my office were in position.

The only thing missing ? The Bride.

Christy was having “Second Thoughts.”

The clock ticks. Time passes.

I smiled a lot.

The smiles helped to hide my nervousness.
I remembered the stories about being “Left At The Altar.” I remembered Dustin Hoffman in the movie, “The Graduate.”

The witnesses were getting restless. The Justice Of The Peace did some more paperwork to pass the time.

I got restless.

At 1 p.m., my “Bride” walked through the door. Heaven retired an “Archangel” that day. Christy was a heavenly vision. She wore a simple white dress with the traditional Filipina “Imelda Marcos Filipina sleeves”, which rise an inch or two at the shoulder seam.

Filipina First Lady Imelda Marcos made the dress style internationally famous, so, at least, Military Americans got in the habit of describing the dress as “The Imelda Dress” or a Filipino dress with “Imelda sleeves.”

Christy wore her long hair up to create a bun at the back described as Chinese style. I describe her holding mechanism as “Chopsticks”, for lack of a better descriptive term.

Christy was “Perfect.”

24 Years Later — My Bride, Christy is still “Perfect.”

The only thing my bride lacked was “Wings.” I looked at her and my mind’s eye supplied the feathery, ivory angelic wings to match her dress.

“I do.” The two most important words I ever uttered in my life, I spoke that day.

When I die, I doubt I go to Heaven. I don’t care. I’m a redneck Texan. I grew up in the Hillbilly Ozarks. I am an arrogant American. I love my country and my flag.

The Texan Warrens and The Missouri Ozarks’ DeLongs taught me the most important thing in Life is to Live It and Love Your Family.

The Day I Step Out Of This Life and stand before God or Satan and am expected to make a statement about my life, I already know, what I will say:

“Sir, with all due respect, I enjoyed every second of my Life. I had the Best Mother any Son or Daughter could ever ask for.”

” I am grateful for my father. I hit the celestial jackpot of aunts and uncles when it came to DeLongs and Warrens. The Universe hit me hard at times in Life.”

“I am not a religious man. However, I got The Best Wife that any man, in the past, present or future, could ever imagine or ask for. Christy Saldana Warren might not have been an archangel, but, she has always been, My Goddess. My wife has always been my strength, my heart and my soul.”

“If this is Judgement Day; so be it ! I ain’t askin’ for ‘Squat.’ I just want The Universe, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, The Christian God and whatever other deities, real or imagined, which live in The Universe to realize I loved Christy Warren with my heart and blackened soul. I thank The Universe for my son, Samuel Ranilo Warren. I thank The Universe for my daughter, Donna Junea Warren.”

“My children have ‘The Best’ of their beautiful Filipina mother. I truly hope, my children have inherited some of the redneck arrogance, cynicism, skepticism, independence, stubbornness,and courage of their American Warren and DeLong ancestors and their ‘Hell-raising’ father, so they will achieve their own personal greatness in their lives.”

“Therefore, God, Satan, with all due respect,my Life is better than I could of ever hoped for. Faith, Hope, Beauty, Joy, Happiness — I had it all.”

“If you gentlemen dieties wanted me to suffer — you messed up ! I found ‘My Wife.’ I found ‘My Life.’ Christy Saldana Warren. I lived on the planet Earth. But, I Never really Lived until I woke up each morning and looked into Christy’s face.”

“My world. My Life. My Soul. I lived as a man. My wife completed me. No silly reward or No eternal punishment can ever separate my from The Love Of My Wife Christy On Earth.”

“Send Me To Heaven ! Send Me To Hell ! Cast My Atoms To The Far Reaches Of The Universe ! I will have the last smile. I had ‘The Best Mother Of Mankind.’ No Eternal Punishment Will Ever Torture My Sinner’s Soul because I had ‘The Best Wife Of Mankind’ — Christy Saldana Warren.”

In the United States, it is never easy to find the Love of another person.

In the Republic Of The Philippines, Love might be totally ignored because people are taught to believe in a God creature or his underling, rather than open their eyes and search for the soul that adds to or completes their Life.

My Life has taught me that Love is The Soul Who Completes You.

Christy has not always agreed with me. Christy, at times, has definitely disagreed with me. We have had our loud shouting matches at each other. However, I would never want to imagine My Life Without Her.

Thus, God or Satan — real or not — does not worry me. None of the deities of Mankind frighten me. Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, The Christian God can all take a bus to Brooklyn and drown themselves in The Atlantic Ocean. I do not “NEED” or “WANT” any of the silly religious fantasies and mythologies of The World’s Old Tired Organized Religions.

I stood at “Ground Zero”, the day that Super Typhoon Yolanda, came to my barangay in the Philippines. I heard the winds howl. I saw the intense white light around the door frame. The door busts open three times. Three times I rushed put my shoulder to the door and closed it.

None of the phony Gods Of Mankind had ‘The Power’ to take me.

I love my wife and family. The phony Gods didn’t get me and they had their chance.

Super Typhoon Yolanda didn’t take me and I gave her three chances when I grabbed the door and shut it.

Thus, “If” I ever do stand before one of the false Gods Of Mankind or Satan, I will be respectful: I was born a Texan and “Respect” is ingrained in my DNA.

I will not “Fear” because I was raised in the Ozarks by a proud “hillbilly” mother, who taught me “Love IS Family” and “Family IS Always Love.” Relatives who betray you; aren’t family — they are just biological lifeforms who have a lot of the shared RNA and DNA.

Marriage can and does “Create A Special Mystical Strand Of RNA and DNA”, which flows through the blood and enhances the organs to evolve a human into a special, unique human, who lives for his or her family.

In the final analysis, I have, no doubt, I could look God or Satan in the eyes and present my final statements.

“My wife,Christy made me welcome each sunrise. Everyday with Christy was an adventure. We had our ups. We had our downs. We always had ‘The Love.’ Christy gave me two beautiful children, Samuel Ranilo Warren and Donna Junea Warren. The Universe knows ‘My Goddess’ is Christy Warren — my heart, my soul, and my Life.”

Thank You, Christy for 24 Wonderful Years Of Married Life. Thank You, Christy for 24 Years Of Life. Christy, You are “My Goddess.”

I love you, Christy.
Sam