What do I love about being a woman?
It's the art of it. The expression of pure aesthetic and the dance of being.
Women are the single most intriguing and magnificent creation of this universe. Women are soft yet strong, poised yet chaotic, graceful yet complete dorks.
They are passion incarnate, whether or not they exude said passion, they are the emotion and love of the world, set to a beat. A rhythm of life itself.
As a woman, my entire existence is about the sensation of existence itself. My skin feels electric, by body a kinetic beam of controlled light, my mind alive with the sheer thrill of feeling
absolutely everything within and without me.
As a woman I stand at the bow of an immense ship forging through the rough seas. I feel the wind in my face, blasting my body. I am the closest to flying that I shall ever be.
A woman is free to delve into the sensation of aesthetics and empowered to seek any and all manner of sensual, psychological and spiritual stimuli. Women, while told to stay in their place
and know it, are applauded when surging ahead into the fray. A woman can dress to feel beautiful for herself and for others, to feel the subtle textures of her attire, to perform her own existence
in her walk, in her talk, in her being itself.
Yet she not NEED do any of this.
But if she wants to,
She can.
As a woman, I am free.
I am on fire.
I am the transcendently searing flame of life and love and joy and beautiful fear and terrifying exhilaration.
I am completely outside of myself, yet deeper inside myself than ever before.
I am all things at once.
This is what I love about being a woman.
