I am a woman.
I can say #metoo.
And I love men. I am actively choosing to love men.
I am survivor.
I am ex-wife.
I am the hated daughter.
I know sexual harassment. I know sexual abuse.
I have been physically assaulted by male students.
I have been lied to and cheated on by some men that I have allowed into the space of my soul.
I have been the woman on the side.
I have been talked over, mistreated, and isolated by men.
I have been rejected and outcast.
I have experienced trauma at the hands of men that I've spent years, and lifetimes, unraveling.
And I am deciding to love men anyway.
I have also healed in the hands of good men.
I have seen my own reflection in those men that could hold a clear mirror, and I am a better woman for it.
I have grown from my forgiveness of men and the liberation is sweeter than any resentment.
I have held men as they've cried and healed together as we've made love.
I have brought wounded men back to life again.
I have seen the shattered and silenced inside of the male heart, a story so rarely given voice.
I have seen the depth of the potential between two beings in sacred union and I value the masculine's place in that. I crave it and call to us that we all might know it.
I have been raising young men my entire adult life, I have seen and heard them cry at the pressure of being male, and they are half of our human population.
I have sat with male-born teenagers who wanted to escape being a man and change their sex for what it meant to them to conform to common notions of masculinity.
I am the mother of a son.
And I'm going to decide to actively love men. And I will decide it as many times as it takes.
I'm going to own what's mine, and ask that you do the same.
I am going to embrace both the masculine and the feminine inside of me.
I am going to watch where I point my fingers.
I have been hurt at the hands of men, and I can see in every instance that it was because of the wounds of men that they actively or unwittingly hurt me.
I choose compassion. I choose love. I actively choose not to feed or fuel more aggression or opposition.
I am deciding to believe in men. And I am deciding to believe in women.
No more opposition now.