The man in my life posted this on social today and I thought of you. Because I’m a generous and nurturing person.

I learned from him years ago how we are fucking up raising boys.

Maybe you’ll find it worthwhile.

For the record, never once did I say “toxic masculinity”. Not once. Not in this article. Not in any.

I have zero sons and four daughters.

I learn about men from men. I don’t speak for them.

You used the comment section of my article as a bullhorn for your mouth and me as an object to project your shit on.

You don’t get to come into my house and tell me what I did and didn’t say and then demand that I defend the bullshit you fantasize that I said.

I’m gracious. I’m not a fucking doormat.

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Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com