<p>personally, i think i prefer being submissive to a woman. to enslave my thoughts to her. to suffer bravely for her happiness. the heroic battle against evil, against injustice…and a dream for paradise, of heaven, of God’s greatness, angels, cherubs, dazzling clouds, hobbits, of sexless woman , who is unattainable, barely on the edge of my perception, ever receding and ever present. i could see her with her, her small stature, her dark hair and eyes so stark in lightness. i shalt go mad and recoil in terror if she approaches me, but i shalt be happy and content if she is so far away…</p>
<p>but of course, there’s a part of me that tells me to assert myself, my dignity and pride. to love myself, to immortalize myself with ultimate example of bravery, fortitude, self cotnroul…my hand itching for the flaming swor dof justice. to carry on the banner of the cross and fight until the last breath…this is romance, boys.</p>