Le Loup des Steppes

I love you. I love you in all your blustering, angry, beautiful frightening and fearful glory.
I get confused about how to relate to you.
I am torn between grabbing you and hugging you to my chest, shielding you from all the ugly things in the world and taking you over my knee, tanning your behind and toughing your skin.
I want to do both.
When you are hurt, I hurt with you.
When you get angry, I hurt for you.
When you are proud, I am proud for you.

I love to watch you walk around with your wispy new beards and glitter lipstick. I don’t understand you, but I secretly applaud you and would willingly kick anyones ass who attacked you.

I love to watch the emerging men, those like me who do subscribe to the male/female gender paradigm. I love to watch them grow into themselves, take on their confidence, become men (in the way I truly understand and relate to).

I love to watch the girly men who become softer as their bodies become harder.

I love to see the *average* normal joe.

I love how you throw caution to the wind and take to the streets in the fight for your beliefs.

I love you. I can’t help it. It’s the parent in me.

I don’t mean to be patronizing or belittling. I just have a big soft spot in my heart for you. I want to make you grill cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, listen to your stories and tuck you into bed and when you are big and grown, I want to shake your hand and pat you on the back and tell you that you done good.

You are the next vanguard. You will become the bulwark for the future. We need you more than ever. With Liberty university graduating more lawyers who are working in the government and making policies, we need you in schools. We need you educated. We need you ready to take leadership positions and to take the fight for our rights, and the rights of all others to the next level.

I need you when I am old and wrinkled and in some nursing home. I want you to smile when you see my naked body and remark how far our surgeries have come since *those* days. I want you in med schools and out there researching and developing and making history.

I am not going to lie to you. Sometimes you irritate the fuck out of me. Sometimes I just don’t understand you at all and feel like you are wasting your life and your breath on unimportant things while you should be doing something better. Sometimes I get exasperated with you and want to tell you to shut the fuck up and suck it up. Sometimes I feel like you are an entitled bunch of whiners.