“The judge said ‘This man’s a danger to humanity’…”

 

 

Wald from the blog ‘Scar Tissue’ asked me to take part in what he calls:

A Week of Praise

[A week dedicated to affirming the goodness of True femininity]

 

 

At first, I was thrilled by the thought of it.

It’s a positive, well-intended direction in which to head.

With a worthwhile goal at the end.

But then I reconsidered.

 

 

Not out of “misogyny” or other such nonsensical accusations.

Rather, how could I compete?

The preponderance of great art was/remains about/dedicated to women.

The successes of modern civilization were mostly to provide greater comfort/saftey to women.

 

 

Can I write Anna Karenina?

Or compose Für Elise?

Or build Buckingham Palace?

 

 

And a week of praise?

Contrary to the lies we’re fed every day in hearty spoonfuls –

Art, literature, and countless other works of Man have praised women for age upon age.

Crack a classic book, Grimm’s Fairy Tales or listen to an opera.

The feminine woman is sung of to a degree I could not hope to match.

 

 

See, a man shows his love with his work.

Rather than his explanations.

While a woman shows her love with her sacrifices.

Rather than what she has.

 

 

Not to mention, in this climate:

Praise is next to meaningless.

Women, on the whole, either write it off or view it with suspicion.

The tragedy being, not that men fail to appreciate them-

But that women fail to appreciate themselves and what men do for them.

(That’s the paradox of Feminism = Despise and deride the feminine in women while tearing down masculinity in men.

What a hideous, destructive world-view it is.)

 

 

I’ve written songs, poems, stories and letters for women I’ve adored.

Thus, I’m by no means shiftless.

However, I know and appreciate my value, too.

So I invest it carefully, intentionally and with a great deal of discretion.

 

 

That’s how an outlaw loves.

Because, frankly—

He has no other choice.

 

 

 

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