I’d smile whenever I felt like it. But only then.
Any shouting, uninvited touching, or being hassled by a man would be treated with the disdain it deserves, while reminding him that he really could do better
I would be 10 percent weaker, so I’d try to make up for it by being 10 percent smarter.
I’d believe myself worthy of respect. And if I didn’t get it from anyone—I’d move on.
I’d only have sex when I wanted to. And I wouldn’t accept three-minute humping; unless a man let me teach him how to do it to me nicely, I’d sleep alone. But if he did …I’d make sure the pleasures were mutual.
I’d look the way I liked. And not be manipulated by companies trying to make me feel sad and ugly (by comparison with their perfect models), to make me buy their products to cheer myself up.
I’d know that a woman is attractive when she feels attractive; and that most men (most men over 30, anyway!) rate a woman’s personality above her appearance in terms of who they like to be around.
Part of me would want rapists castrated, and abusers whipped. But …what I’d really want is more understanding of why some men have this illness—and provision of more support and therapy for them, so that none would need to continue being a danger to women and children. (Those beyond help would have to be shipped off to an island somewhere).
I’d remember that a man usually only behaves like a jerk when, at some level, he’s afraid of not seeming “man enough”—in society; or to women. I would let myself be messed around, but I’d know that there’s almost always a good man waiting to be found in him.
I’d know how insecure men can feel, and that they sometimes just need reassurance and encouragement that: as long as they do no harm, they are really great just as they are.
I’ll want to work with men who want to work with women to be their greatest allies and lovers!
I’d raise my sons to play with dolls. And my daughters to play with trucks.
I’d know that women and men working together as different-but-equals is the only hope for the future of the world, and would support more women to take more power wherever they could
And… whenever I met a courageous man who dared to be himself and express all his feelings with me; who could drop any macho posturing and fake bravado, and not be afraid to be vulnerable; who’d let me know his soul… I’d be the best love, and the best lover, he could ever want.
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