There are
times when,
if she is
going to do certain things,
a woman
requires a Gentleman by her
side or else none would be preferred.
A Gentleman
is simply
a man who
effortlessly assists
her without
making her
feel less
than.
Most men
find this implausible.
Most men
cannot accept her,
accommodate her
with aplomb,
graciously
– without mocking
or teasing her,
without disrespect
within even
the slight corner
of his eye –
without mistaking
her
choices for
her
weaknesses.
A Gentleman
knows better.
Pinched shoes
and a shackling pencil skirt,
binding squeezing
bra under a chilly
flimsy camisole:
it’s all coordinated,
artificially
disabling, open-
faced vulnerability.
And rare would
be the man who could
carry with
grace
such
manifested
concoctions
of others’ (un)conscious desires
as women do bear…
let alone preserve
his self-esteem un-
broken.
Yet, such
exposure, when born
by a Lady complete
and centered,
comes out a
graceful vision, a
gift she’s crafted
from
lurid
desires,
if she chooses…
the Gentleman,
whose every supporting
act
to her offers
his grateful regard –
his tacit recognition
of her unspoken efforts –
is simply a
man who effortlessly assists
her without
making her
feel less
than.
And the Lady
is simply revealed
when she generously accepts
Gentlemen without
seeing herself
as less
than.
~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone