I'm not the only one who's a bit of a pervo...
It occurred to me a while ago that I'm attracted to women of strength--strength of character, strength of personality. A Freudian psychologist would probably associate my attraction with my mother's personality. Despite growing up in a heavily patriarchal society, she's taken a cue from her mother and developed an willful psyche, who doesn't really take shit from anyone. The Devil
and The Woman of My Dreams
are both like that--wisecracking, intelligent, sardonic, independent.
The irony here is that I'm also rather taken with women who appear to require rescuing. I know I have a paternal streak in me, which at times can get a little...intense. One of the reasons The Great Love of My Life
and I split up was because I had fallen into a pattern of lecturing to
her, rather than talking with
about her problems. I'm pretty sure I get that intensity from my father, though, a man who can get angry about some of the most trivial things. Of this, I can only say that I am my father's son...
So how do I reconcile these somewhat oddly mutually-exclusive attractions?Current Mood:
"Tu Quieres Volver" Gipsy Kings