Strong And Feminine
I am a strong woman. In my family of origin, I am the baby, but, when a tragedy happens, they all call me to handle things now that my Father has passed. I have long hair, I wear make up and floral cotton dresses and I go barefoot with painted toenails most of the time, but, don't be fooled, I am no sissy. I stopped asking permission to do what I please decades ago. I am not a child. I give respect and I get respect in my life. I stay home because I choose to, but, when our finances call for a second income I am ready to put on scrubs or dawn a welding shield, I bend easily, I go with the flow. I don't fit into ANY mold. I am tender and I am bold. I am a caregiver and I am a nurturer but I can plow rocky ground and I can drive a big truck. I am as sexual as any man and I am as wild as a Bob Cat when I aim to be. I am virtuous and I am vulgar. I am dependable this way. My daughters could change their own tires before they could drive a car alone. They could not date unless they did the driving, they married good men, respectful men. My son is a retired military officer that can cook and sew, he is very kind but he is no woman's victim. My husband is no sissy either, he appreciates my nature. He is far more sophisticated than I will ever be, but he enjoys my earthiness. He calls me "Doll" but he says it with respect.