It is perhaps that time of the month or the astrology of what is behind it.
I want to talk about something called the feminine rage.
With a simple google search, the following is what is coming to the surface.
‘Feminine rage is the physiological, ancestral, naked and embodied response to things gone wrong in the world. This tradition, like every other, is patriarchal. It was articulated, written, and transmitted for the benefit of men. That often leaves women in the dust’.
This is already so much in itself.
But since this is my love journey, it is about the nature of feminine rage I have experienced.
Perhaps something I want to set straight, even if is it just for myself.
I have to go back to those days, when this happened, when I heard these words.
‘You are this and you are that!’
It wasn’t from a positive perspective.
“You always cry, you always want to go home, why did you come to the party with me?”
In return I said :
“If you can only name bad things about me and can not appreciate my being, why are you actually together with me?”
Although I am talking about a rage in the beginning of the story, I didn’t go further.
His response, I will also not mention, for the simple reason it is not that important.
Negativity I don’t like to promote, although I have been experiencing this when it comes to love.
Perhaps something I am processing, with this story.
Sometimes there isn’t any time to do so in that moment.
What I’d like to say, it has become easy for men to blame.
Only because of what they see on the surface.
Although I didn’t get mad, in this story.
The female rage is a certain thing.
A point I’d like to make, this rage doesn’t always come from the female.
Although it has given this name.
Where this rage is something underneath the surface that has been set on fire and mostly it started with what men had said and done.