Renaissance Women

You want to dress me in a skirt with sexy underwear that highlights my ass. I should put on knee high tights with high heels - even though I am five inches taller than you without them. I need to paint my face perfectly with bright pretty colors, like a porcelain doll. I should smell sweet, like flowers on a spring day.

Then I should make you breakfast, pack your lunch, and send you out into the world to do what you want, while I sit home and quietly raise your children, clean your house, and have your dinner ready for you - whenever you decide to show.

My every second should be devoted to you. I am expected to be meek and generous - until we close the bedroom door. Then I should be wet and wild playing out your every fantasy.

This is what you tell me a women should be.

This is not who I am.

I have short hair, a large chest, and a curvy ass. I prefer to dress up in jeans and a t-shirt. I have never owned a pair if high heels. Dresses are for Sunday and my panties are none of your business. Although they would drive you wild.

I smell like a long day of work in need of a hot shower.

My children are my own. They were abandoned by their father who decided he no longer needed to be bothered to support or care for them.

I work hard. I put food on our table. I put a roof over our heads. I provide what support they need. I love them unconditionally.

I am the new Renaissance man.

Look past the doll. See the beauty of what it means to really be a women.