In a world that has indoctrinated us to thrive on a wounded masculine,

the unhealthy, the unconscious

How hard is it to be a man in a world that tells you that you are what you are not ?

That you must become what is unnatural to you?

A society that labels you as the problem, the perpetrator.

That expects you to be dangerous, aggressive,

to dominate and destroy,

to rely only on the power of your mind,

while dismissing the intelligence of your body and your emotions.

A society where your performance defines your worth,

while still expecting you to lead, to provide, to be strong,

a society that expects not the seeder of life, but the ruiner.

How confusing must it be

to be shaped by expectations that pull you away from your true nature?

As a woman, I was taught not to trust men;

but to obey, serve, and fear them.

This is the model being sold to us as what it means to be a man.

And so a distorted image was created,

not only in my home, but in the world.

There is so much pain, confusion, and even hatred toward men themselves.

The wound runs deep in the masculine.

And I began to wonder...

How is this not confusing for you, men?

It is to me.

And still, I see men emerging in their divinity.

I love you.

I see you.

In gratitude for the men who have crossed my path lately,

In Man I Trust

I trust.

I firmly believe in your truth, in your ability, your strength, your vulnerability, and your willingness to be more of who you are.

Because finally, I have opened myself to fully see you,
to fully surrender to you,
to accept you and celebrate you in your true nature.

In man I trust.

You have given me a place to play,
and from play, to create.

You have trusted my power,
my vision, my nature.

You have met me in my expansion,
in my growth, in my exploration,
and in the pursuit of all my dreams.

You give me space to simply be.
You witness me as I am.
You hold space so that I can see
the true reflection of who I am,
of who I can be
when I surrender to presence.

To you, I surrender,
melting in fearless love and devotion,
guided by something untamed.

And in that, you have made me feel safe.

Safe to be in my own skin.
To show myself fully.
To finally relax.
Safe enough to open,
to feel deeply,
to share my hidden thoughts and emotions,
to orgasm again and again.

Through you, I remember myself.

The parts I thought were lost.
The parts I hid—my boldness, my playfulness, my astute self.

You allow me to call in my desires,
to play with pleasure,
to laugh,
and to truly enjoy the fullness of life.

You have seen me,
and instead of turning away, you are drawn closer, in awe.

You are sensitive.
Caring.
Peaceful in your mind,
yet mysterious in your depth.

Your heart is good.
Your devotion is real.

And I want more of that.

More of your truth.
More of your essence.

Your sensitivity.
Your strength.
Your depth.
Your heart.

I want you whole.

And what touches me even more
is knowing that it is not only me.

That other women can trust you too.
That this safety, this presence, this care
is not something you give selectively,
but something you are.

That is what makes me fall deeply in love with you.

Hurray for men who make women feel safe again.
Hurray for real friendship.
Hurray for the simple truth that our differences
create more pieces for a bigger, richer puzzle.

In men I trust.
In women I trust.
In humanity I trust.

I trust that we can recognize ourselves
as the divine humans we are,
and allow ourselves to be more of who we truly are.

With love and inspiration from the incredible men who have been relating with me lately;
all reflecting different parts of myself,
allowing me not only to trust,
but to fall in love with men
and with the masculine again.

Peter, Gianni, Kenneth, and Leonel.