Thursday, April 9, 2009
In Her World
“[My wife] has arrived home and my heart is fluttering with excitement! I hurry to do her bidding. I do not feel complete until she is home. I'm near the center of the feminine mystery, an intimate part of the life of a beautiful woman. So close to her, caring only for her comfort and happiness.” (“Near the Center of the Feminine Mystery”)
“Harry was transferred to the feminine department, where his life was little short of heavenly… He took a pride in servility to a beautiful woman; received Lady Vandeleur's commands as so many marks of favour… to pass one's days with a delicate woman, and principally occupied about trimmings, was to inhabit an enchanted isle among the storms of life.” (From "Story of the Bandbox" by Robert Louis Stevenson, posted here back on January 5, 2007 under “RLS and the Enchanted Isle”.
Not very macho, the giddy husband with his heart a-flutter on his wife’ s return home, or Harry, currying the favor of beautiful Lady Vandeleur.
Now here’s a macho husband. He comes back from a long sales trip to find his wife has redecorated their all-American bedroom in a Continental style, inspired by interior design magazines. He throws a fit, demands she remove every last ruffle and pastel what-have-you and put everything back the way it was. He’s not going to sleep in some "goddamned Parisian bordello."
Does that sounds like a sitcom episode of, say, "Married With Children"? Waiting for the chauvinist jerk to get his comeuppance? But sixty years or so ago, when this story reportedly took place, autocratic husbands could get away with stuff like that. These days, the guy could call himself lucky if his wife set aside one room as “an estrogen-free zone”—the den, say, complete with Laz-E-Boy.
While the rest of the house is the Lair of the She-Creature. Which is just fine with wife-worshipping husbands. We enjoy inhabiting “Lady Vandeleur’s enchanted island.”
Maybe we’re secure enough in our masculinity that we don’t need to have it constantly reinforced and reflected back at us. We’re not threatened by chintz and organza, bedskirts and dust ruffles. These are clues that we are drawing “near the center of the feminine mystery, an intimate part of the life of a beautiful woman.”
Now some quotes, staring with this one from Chapter 5 of my book, “Pampering and Pitching In”:
“Men are fascinated with a woman's body. They want to be a part of it and to understand it. Often sex is a type of adoration and respect for woman… He longs for her to teach him about the great mystery of woman.”
“She wrapped Her Arm around me and put my head on Her Chest. i was feeling much better now. In the silence, i could sense the relaxation spreading through my body. my life was once again back in Her capable Hands! A heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders and i was secure in the knowledge that i was once again back in my true place in Her World.”
“Through pampering my wife I am brought close to the center of the feminine mystery, intoxicated by it, overwhelmed by her.”
“A wave of profound happiness rises in me when I worship my Goddess wife. It is heaven for me.”
“I love to wash my wife's hair and scrub her in the shower, then dry her. Mostly because she loves it. If someone says it isn't important, I do not care. I know giving and loving are important to me.”
“i am where i am supposed to be. i am a lucky man, and i live in the world my Mistress wants, to which She brought me. i am grateful to Her, and i tell Her so; i do my best to love, honor, and obey Her, to be as graceful as i am able in Her world.”
“i prefer being immersed in my Wife's life and serving Her more than outside work and long to be the barefoot househubby.”
And I’ll end with this loving tribute posted by a most worshipful husband:
“Last night my wife fell asleep on the couch. We'd had a busy Mother's Day, which included going to a baseball game and having Chinese for dinner. I was still up… and I went over to wake her up for bed. She was asleep in a sitting position, and I knelt before her (which I often do), and wrapped my arms around her. And before I tried to wake her up, I just looked at her.
“I looked at this wonderful woman—and I thought about just how lucky I am. And I could feel the love I have for her welling up inside me as I gazed at her face. And the longer I was like this, the more entranced I felt. She was so beautiful... and I was so fortunate.”