15/07/2024
There are lifetimes of stories, of men, who are drawn to a femininity in its freedom and self expression. Drawn, not like a moth to flame, who wishes to dance in a glow- and occasionally singe itself… But drawn, with the intention to own, grasp and cage the bird. To begin to slowly pull out feathers. Slowly. And then clip the wings. And then once the wings are clipped, keep it in a cage, slightly smaller than it would comfortably live in… because that’s safer. That’s safer, than the unknown freedom that could occur from letting her keep her wings and make her own movements.
And god forbid, don’t let a woman become as free as water…
When you plunge your hand into water, into her, all you feel is softness, a gentle touch. There’s no danger here she fools. Water is not a solid, it wont hold you back. It wont logically tell you the black and whites as it shapeshifts from liquid to solid to air and back again. But it will always follow its true path, and little can hold it back. She works with creativity, if you can’t go through an obstacle, create a path to go around it. She flows with the environment given. Water embodies yin. One drop hitting a pebble, is unnoticed, but after years the pebble has a hole. Subtle strength. Water will not fight. And yet this softness gives the most fear to a hardened heart. Because a slow softness like this has the most strength over time. In the end, even water will break apart cages and thorns. Spikes don’t last as long as softness. Only let a woman be water if you are willing to soften your own cage.
Why is there so much fear around a free woman? Because a free woman, is a force of love. A force of power, to destroy broken hierachal systems. To let the towers crumble. To wreck the order of a society that perhaps needs a change. That perhaps needs some love. And perhaps needs to be shaken to its core.
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📷 by / .mx
👙 .ro
🌊🇲🇽 -you have my heart forever
