This is a letter to the men who want convenience and proximity and do not get to put any of this on women. For how you show up to hold space is a direct reflection of the man you are.
If you do not have the legs and the courage to stand, go sit while we finish our red wine and keep the company of others who can. While we make space in our hearts for those who deserve the heat in our bellies and hearts and spirits.
Thank you to the men of this world who can withhold a little turbulence with every inch of their heart. Because we require more than words, we require feeling their hands in our palms when it gets hard, not the sound of their feet echoing as they run away.
You get the whole fucking thing or nothing at all.
You may leave with the others who roam this earth on the surface looking for those who won’t expect them to ever stand in their power and be a courageous, accountable, reliable men.
For that woman is not me, for I expect more.
My expectation is a declaration of the sacred love that I am and the only love allowed into my heart.