I once had a man stand up in a room of people—many menfolk present—and call me a warrior in a full-of-love way. We'd been together three or four years at the time. It was remarkable.
I felt seen and as if the whole world had my back.
A woman sought me out after. Told me she'd been with a few men, and none of them had called her that. She held up its exquisiteness between us.
I've spent years curating Twitter for my taste. At least once a day, a heart speaks like this, in this case about seizing love. Then I wait for another beautiful human to show up with a response.
A man who sees your "guts" or calls you a warrior is limited edition. Even if they're not always for you or for forever. Enjoy it.
This is what started me daydreaming.
Setting a bar for relationships is a rigorous and mutual process.
Firing blazing rays of hope to all the good women I know, and those I don't. They are out there.
In the meantime, it’s peony season.
I also write this in solidarity with women in chef's jackets and clogs. Setting a bar in professional kitchens is overdue.
I will forever be at your service (with discretion). I don’t trade in cheap gossip or resentments. My business is substance.
Soundtrack - 2021