I've been a woman for a while now. I marched through the feminist movement like a good soldier and believed all the jargon. And I asked righteously and indignantly " who says I have to be a servant? what about my life?" Yeah, I was all for women being top dog.
Such a crock of ----.
Then I grew up. And I began to see the struggle men endure and how important it is to the Empire that the manhood and strength of men be preserved at all cost...even at the cost of my own importance.
And when I began to see the two roles through that prism, it all began to make perfect sense. And what is innate in both sexes comes into perfect play when the woman is enlightened through this prism.
I no longer see manhood as a threat to my womanhood. I see the man as a thing to be honored and served as my protector... my knight in shining armor. And as soon as I applied this response... I was served as his maiden who is in constant need of his protection, ever-ready to wield his shining sword upon any approaching dragon.
Ladies, even you hard-baked feminist soldiers, don't you remember the games you played with little boys? At least I do. I had three brothers, and our make-believe world always consisted of the roles of maid-in-distress and saviour and deliverer of the maid. I can't tell you how many times I watched Jimmy fight alligators, but only after he had rescued me from the muddy mire and set safely upon a wall.
Be it alligators, dragons, or a peeping tom, I am grateful to God for creating those muscles in those big arms and big hands. And I there's nothing more sensual than a man who looks at you like a little damsel needing those big arms and hands to be wrapped tightly around her. I wouldn't have it any other way...and if there's any truth in you, neither would you.
Why do you choose a romantic dress to wear to work? Or why do you love watching movies that don apparel of the 20s, 30s, and 40s, or even 19th century Victorian dresses... the age of romance?
Come on, get over it and be the child-like woman that men lust after and adore. Swallow that PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD and quit being such a bore. Let them be the man at last and finally. It will be the best crow you ever ate.
And wear dresses for pity's sake! Romantic dresses. Unleash the Bohemian, the gypsy, the girl-next-door, the maiden.
You're the apple of his eye don't you know? Dress up for him! Fix up a spot in the woods with wine and a table cloth and soft music under an autumn moon.
I did that once. And we love that memory (and boy what a memory!) I had James Taylor in the background and a very good wine (uh, maybe too good).
And most of all? I wore the most romantic dress you ever imagined. And I timed it under a very large and very orange harvest moon. Oh, my belly turns over even now as I remember it all. Just imagine... we actually danced in the woods, alone and in love.
That's romance girls. Chivalry is not dead... that is, if a woman knows how to endear those manly and innate inclinations towards her.
So get off your high horse and forget the feminist movement. Such a crock of ----. And get dressed up and let him set you on the back of his horse.
Just let him lead for once. I promise... it'll be the most romantic ride of your life.
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Trisha Adams is a hopeless romantic and hopes very much to remain one all her life.
She also owns and operates a website that promotes Nataya vintage creations of romantic dresses that are some of the most feminine apparel on the market. Really gorgeous and unique stuff.
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