Outside Trash
Wifey bought a new vacuum and as I used it the first time, it filled up horrifyingly quickly.
I was showing her, on my way to dump it, and she hollered from the porch "put that shit in the OUTSIDE trash."
She didn't say please. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a clear direction, and she said it just like that.
"I want it this way."
And I was like, "hell yeah, I love how you want it."
I put that shit in the OUTSIDE trash.
Almost all our communication to each other about our household is direct, simple, and neutral, boiling down to a simple statement "here is how I want it."
Our household does not contain enmity—there is nothing that would happen that would cause us to see or treat each other as an enemy. This is what it means to be devoted partners as context for life.
Our household runs on intimacy—there is reality, it happens how it happens, our plans have little to do with it. Our practices of meeting reality’s surprises, especially together, can have more or less integrity. We measure the integrity of practices by how they improve or degrade our experience of whatever happens.
Our household does not contain control, manipulation, or power dynamics. We are in cooperation, not competition. We are equally empowered, so even a direct order is a simple invitation.
Our household honors true UNION on every fractal—that the masculine materiality, systems, and practices serve the feminine experience, each of our enjoyment of life.
When wifey says "I want it this way," she is claiming, declaring, advertising what will serve her feminine enjoyment. Since my masculine is in union, the feminine is the point, my experience and her experience.
In my practice, as I tend to systems, enact them, establish them, tune them, I know her experience and mine are THE REASON. As such, her claiming what she wants, however she claims it, is in service to my aim.
Without union, the feminine and masculine principles of life are at odds, they serve themselves and revile the other. They do not trust the devotion of the other, that is why they serve themselves.
The toxic masculine creates systems which are tuned to systems, harvesting or degrading life experience to hold a standard that serves the system, the process, or the practice.
The toxic feminine resents systems, having reactive experiences to the system, constantly reflecting, magnifying her own emotional experience to expose errors, weakness, and vulnerabilities in the systems.
The toxic relationship is self-creating and self-sustaining. It is toxic to the parts of us willing to engage with it.
Put that shit in the OUTSIDE trash.
Union is available here and now.
