My best friends are female, and I wouldn't trade them for the world. The past weekend, however, reminded me of how much I love the dynamics between my male friends and I. They are wonderful and kind, and there is never any threat of jealousy or envy. They talk me down from the heights of hysteria. They rap while I beatbox. We cackle at rude videos by Jon Lajoie like this. (Consider yourselves warned - they really are rude.) They give the best hugs and help me climb walls and statues despite my weakling upper body. They talk grammar and archaeology with me. They respect me but stand up for me if I'm feeling threatened. They treat me like a human being, not like a girl, and never think my clothes are slutty.
They make life feel light and easy, and that's a wonderful thing to feel.
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