Dear Knight of Wands

I rebuffed you. I rejected you. You’re not my type, I said. You refused to take no for an answer. So you persisted. You pushed. There was just no stopping you – the man of double fire. The Knight who goes after the object of his desire – like a predator to a prey. You took one step forward and I took one step back. You were enamoured, by the thrill of the case. The only problem is – I’m not the type of woman who likes to be chased. 

The Queen of Wands: a throne of watered-down fire (Part 1)

How many women are encouraged to be the Queen of Wands? When we decide to be independent – marry late (if ever), make our own money, and go after what (and who) we want in a straightforward manner; people of both genders label us as aggressive and call us all kinds of nasty names. Both men and women seem to have a vested interest in forever dousing the fire in our hearts with water.