Letter From a Romantic Feminist

Dear Man,

You are not greater than me and for that I am not sorry but satisfied (and oddly disappointed.)  Brother’s Grimm taught me you are to be strong and heroic.  Disney said if I am faced with something scary you will surely come to my rescue.  There you will appear at that moment of crisis riding your muscled stallion, sword in hand, effortlessly sporting tousled hair and chiseled features.

Turns out they were wrong.  Beautiful and well intentioned you are, but just as susceptible as me – to human error, emotion, fear.

Dear man, I’m sorry I judge you harshly against false notions.

I’ve held it against you at times – your periodic lack of heroics, absence of poetry, gallantry and the like.

But I’ve learned I am strong.  If a challenge comes down the pike, I will fight with you.  I do not need you but I choose you as my comrade.  Survive without you  I can, although I prefer not – for my heart may be lost without you.

And when you happen to save me and I, on occasion, fall into the role of maiden – I will not pull up my britches in protest.  But I will relish in that moment of fairy tale bliss, knowing all the while I’m saving you with my kiss.

Woman, You Are

Risk Falling on

Only in New

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   Shelly says:

   October 26, 2010 at 7:51 pm

   Hmmm,I can totally relate to this.
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   Lynn DeBuhr Johnson says:

   November 19, 2010 at 11:22 pm

   How true, dear Makie, how true. I think that is the gift, though, to find that our Maker has gifted us with wholeness. It is in the journey of discovery of the wholeness we already have that we, in turn, gift another with their discovery of wholeness. We do not lose our hearts to them, nor they to us. We merely realize the fullness of what we already have. You are wise.
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   SilentK says:

   November 20, 2010 at 1:07 am

   MakieDoll,

   I appreciate your words and they have inspired me to follow along your same vein of thought, so if you’ll indulge me

   Dear Woman,

   You are not more caring than me, and for that I am not angry or sorry, but have been taught to hide it from you before you will ever want to know the truth about it. Hollywood has taught me that you wish me to be romantic. Society has dictated that I should be your protector, bouncer, enforcer.

   Neither entity is necessarily wrong, but each sentiment comes with significant strings attached that feel more like chain-mail from the middle ages. I want to be the strong, self-sustaining caregiver Cosmo has told you I need to be, but also relish the notion of you as an independent woman who works better with a partner.

   Dear woman, I’m sorry I’m forced to play up my machismo in an effort to keep your mind at ease with what your friends say you should want.

   I look forward to the day when you greet my integrity, thoughtfulness and courageousness with open arms rather than suspicion it’s just an effort to have you embrace me with your other limbs.

   I confess that, although I’m mighty, your smile weakens my knees, your kiss pierces my broad, hairy chest and your love sustains me.

   When you do break from the norm and cherish the vulnerability that I hold far from the surface to ensure your social safety, I will not retreat, but will enjoy the syncopation of our hearts rhythmic beat.

   SilentK
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   samantha says:

   May 24, 2011 at 6:33 pm

   Lovely letter from a beautiful woman
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   Makie says:

   June 1, 2011 at 2:41 pm

   Thank you Samantha!