I bohermitted (not really a word) something.

I admit it. I confess. Coming clean. Owning it. Claiming it. I'm a guy. Testosterone oozing, I salivate when a juicy steak is offered up (even though I am primarily a vegetarian these day. It's a fiber thing). I loved Terminator and Lord of the Rings. I quote Braveheart during my ideation sessions.  I read "Wild at Heart" and loved and laughed till I hurt from the campfire scene in "Blazing Saddles" (C'mon guys, fess up... don't leave me alone out here!!).

I was reminded (subtly, yet unmistakably) by my bohemian woman friend that in my listing of famous other misfits and bohemians, I only listed one famous bohermian (not really a word). That would be Joan of Arc. I all fairness it was her mother who caught the omission.

Caught. Exposed. Revealed. Gene pooled. Profiled. I feel a bit like a DNA smudge discovered during an CSI Miami investigation; found amongst the festering, decomposing linguistic remains of what used to be a seemingly harmless thought for your consideration. 

Guilty as charged. I am handcuffed in the steely cold shackles of embarrassment.

Now, I stand before the bar (I'll take a Grey Goose Martini with two olives and two onions) and plead my case. "Your honor, it was not pre-meditated. I was minding my own business when this bohemian person of female persuasion lured me into her web of metaphorical temptation. I admit that I might have consumed more of the substance than the law allows and became intoxicate. I then got behind the wheel of my iPod, steered errantly in and out of the playlist lanes until I crashed into those Eagles that then carried me, dizzy as I was, until I felt certain that I was experiencing that moment when 'Hell Freezes Over.' And that's when it happened. I did the male thing."

So, in all fairness to keep things as equal as possible I did some bohemioriented (not really a word) research. Here's what I found out and, being in touch with my feminine side, am eager to share with my bohermian (not really a word) sisters:

Victoria Chaflin Woodhull, the first female presidential candidate for the Equal Rights party. 

Golda Meir, Israeli Prime Minister.

Indira Ghandi, India.

Elizabeth "Besse" Coleman, the first American of any race to hold an international pilot license.

Guilty as charged. Sentenced to more awareness. Will continue serving out my term, bohermenially (not really a word).

Thanks, Mom.

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