| I'm really tired of the notion way
too many women have bought into -- that they can't admire strong
men because they're not allowed to believe men are any stronger than women.
Thus,
to get around what I believe is a natural feminine trait, we see in so
much romance fiction strong, magnetic males who, for some reason, aren't
really men, of the homo sapiens variety. They're vampires,
werewolves, extraterrestrials or extradimensionals and they can drive a
human woman wild with lust and love -- with a single look. Presumably,
it's okay with gender feminists if their less rabid sisters admire these
alpha, um, quasi-males -- as long as they're not part of the evil patriarchy.
Studly
vampires and wolf-men may be fine for occasional escapism, but sometimes
people want, and need, to read something of substance. That's why
I love to write -- and read -- about real men. Give me heroes who
are the flesh and blood sons of Adam struggling to live up to the nobility
of human nature and harness their less noble components.
The best
heroes are tough, sweet, loving men who take their responsibilities seriously
-- men of principle, men of courage, men of passion who do not let their
passions master them. Good is soooo much sexier than evil!
Frankly, the
reason I write is to honor such men; in fact, to glorify them ... particularly
Southern men, who are so often unfairly maligned in popular culture.
That makes my stories a bit controversial, perhaps ... Southern Man,
which is about a false sexual harassment accusation against an innocent
man, is intentionally anti-feminism.
It's a
tough job but, hey, somebody's got to do it! |