I love men.
So much I started a blog about it.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t like women or care for men that don’t like women.
Yet, some readers have emailed me to say that I am giving women a bad name by “loving” men so much and being “submissive” sounding. They are quick to point out my blogging behavior is “slutty” and real men cannot respect and take a submissive woman like me seriously, plus a host of other comments.
I do not feel offense to these comments as much as I think that these types of readers are sharing concern and providing me a view of the world though their eyes.
My eyes see something different.
I think that you can love mankind and celebrate how it makes you feel without all the cautionary tape. Not every relationship needs to be viewed like a crime scene or everyone like felon. While I like to share my opinion on one of my favorite topics, I cannot control if that is seen negatively or brings feelings of disgust brought on by self-loathing or fear.
I can love men without shaming myself or other women.
I love men without asking women to compromise their beliefs. My love for men has nothing to do with making women out to be the weaker or insulted sex. I can love men for everything that they stand for and ignore everything that they are not. I understand that some would find this way of thinking hard to digest based on personal past experiences.
My love for men has nothing to do with dislike for women or visa versa. I don’t need both to exist to bring balance in my life.
I choose to shout my admiration for strong, confident, emotionally mature men.
Regardless of judgement and shame.