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"Maybe we, the men... could have a closer look at the feminine values..."
Hello, My name is Guillaume . I am 31 years old and I live in Lyon (France).
My parents are from France and Ivory Coast. I am a professional dancer.
For me, femininity is something fundamental. It is the life of humanity.
Without it we progressively sink into lout and barbarism, both factors
of decadence. In my opinion, there are 2 fundamental axes for a civilization:
Love and Intelligence. Thus, every intelligent action is stamped with
femininity because intelligence is refined. You've never seen violent
or loot intelligence. Every intelligent event is refined therefore feminine.
No one speaks of a Love full of brutality and devoid of attention or sensitivity,
which, to me, means that Love is a feeling bursting with femininity.
Men, strong with their excess of masculine values made war around 5000
times in the last 3000 years. I don't think women have done anything
similar... Maybe, we, the men, strong with this acknowledgement, could
have a closer look at the feminine values we did and still do lack so
much and which absence brought us to develop the art of conflict rather
than establish the art of Love and consciousness.
I have the privilege to have mainly been raised by women. Very young,
I played more with dolls than boys' games and today, I feel the
difference with my childhood friends who were raised to be "tough"
and who lack finesse, refinement, and Love in their everyday life.
It was 1976. A woman went to visit her husband, the police superintendent
in Ivory Coast. She was with 2 children, one of whom was her nephew, a
5-year-old little boy. The Ivory Coast methods in regards to interrogation
are particularly barbaric. The population being used to them, perceives
them as being normal. A thief was being interrogated in the superintendent's
presence, through the use of violent methods by his subordinates. Nobody
was reacting, with the exception of the 5-year-old little boy whose gaze
met the thief's. The little boy knows that despite his exaction,
this man is not bad. He just made a mistake at one point in time. So the
little boy asks his uncle, the superintendent to stop being mean with
this man. But the superintendent makes the little boy understand that
he is too little to understand. Then the child starts to cry. He's
crying louder and louder, screaming "My uncle is mean! He doesn't
like people!". Everyone is trying to make the child calm down, in
vain. Full of all the compassion he has for the defendant, the child's
gaze is fixed on his uncle's. The latter feels then that there is
a lesson of Love, a lesson of humanity to be learned. He asks for silence.
He doesn't say anything for several seconds, and ask that the defendant
be freed. Then, he goes to the child and thanks him to allow him, through
his sensitivity, to set an act of Love that day. This child, still frail,
raised by his aunt and mother and who played with dolls was full of femininity.
Maybe the other little boys present did not react because they were not
raised with these values. Every year, my uncle thanks me for awakening
his sensitivity. He assured me that since that day, the majority of the
important decisions he had to make, he took them with this incident in
memory, with this lesson in sensitivity. I'd prefer to say with
this expression of femininity.
Guillaume
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