Feminism, which is a major social breakthrough lately, however, many people still do not understand or accept that feminism means equality, men who do not accept feminism seem to like princesses, while feminist men do not like it. Princesses.
I don’t want her to be a princess either because if I’m dirty to throw myself in the mud for fun, I want her to get dirty with me and not spoil the fun just to keep her image. I even want her to be a princess, because since I don’t shave my legs, chest or beard, I have no right to ask her that, even though I made a personal decision to do so.
- I don’t want her to be a princess either because the morning mirror tells me that I slept better the more my hair is tossed.
- And that’s why I also want her hair to be so toreed or more than mine.
I also don’t want her to be a princess because I like to do household chores as much or more than she does, and although I’m not her role model in that regard, she doesn’t have to be mine either.
I don’t want her to be a princess either because I never liked fairy tales. I have always been attracted more to witches, not by their wickedness, but by their freedom in decision-making.
I don’t want her to be a princess either, because I don’t want to be her Prince Charming.
I also don’t want her to be a princess, because I don’t have to pay for drinks in bars, or invite myself to dinner at custom, or open doors, or be cold to look like a man, or to be a sex machine that drools everywhere when I see tight dresses.
I don’t want her to be a princess either because I don’t have to support her and fill her with jewelry and roses every time she gets angry. Jewels and roses I certainly didn’t want.
I don’t want her to be a princess either because I want her to look for me, or maybe she’d rather we meet without looking.
I don’t want her to be a princess either, I want her physique not to be an object of desire, but only to her own acceptance.
I don’t want you to have blue blood or wear a crown of superiority talking about others behind your back.
I don’t want her to be a princess, nor do I want her to belong to royalty, nor do I want to be the prince to take care of her and bring her back her shoe, or even have to pick her up in a limousine to take her to the dance when together we can fly to eternity.
I don’t want her to be a princess either because she may not be a model, but she’s a model as a feminist, my role model.
I don’t want her to be a princess either, I want her to be a princess if she wants to be, but more importantly, to be herself and not the nonsense that society demands it to be.
I want them to love me by loving themselves, and that if they love themselves, they love each other as they love each other, while they love me.