"I did not want to hear the pain of my male partner because hearing it required that I surrender my investment in the patriarchal ideal of the male as protector of the wounded. If he was wounded, then how could he protect me?"
– bell hooks
Once, unicorns were said to be untouchable, mystical, pure. They were symbols of power and innocence—untamed, yet meant to be tamed.
But what if I’m not here to be your fantasy? What if I, too, have wounds beneath the glitter?
I’m not looking for a knight to protect me. I don’t need to be captured, ridden, or worshipped. I want something more real: a partner who knows that even mythical creatures feel pain. That even the enchanted bleed.
So tell me—can you see the magic in imperfection?
