STAY THE FIGHT! STRENGTH, EFFORT, AND DISCIPLINE. THESE ARE THE WATCH WORDS OF A WARRIOR -- Kevin Michael Vance
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STAY THE FIGHT! STRENGTH, EFFORT, AND DISCIPLINE. THESE ARE THE WATCH WORDS OF A WARRIOR -- Kevin Michael Vance
STAY THE FIGHT! STRENGTH, EFFORT, AND DISCIPLINE. THESE ARE THE WATCH WORDS OF A WARRIOR -- Kevin Michael Vance

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Kevin Michael Vance
Writer - Portland, Oregon


November 16, 2002

WAXING ROMANTICALLY

What is love? I mean, really… what is it? A mess of chemical reactions in the muddy confines of our brains. A sickness brought on by too much micro-brew, and too much revealed skin, and too much liberally applied “Happy” perfume. Or maybe it’s destiny, rolling its decidedly “geeky” 20-sided dice, playing with of our lives, a board game of random occurrences and sporadic happenings.

I don’t know… really. I used to think that love was weakness. That its malignant power brought a warrior to his knees, changed him forever, caused him to lose his edge, his fighting fury. The wrong lover can do that to a warrior. The wrong lover can turn a simple man into some kind of gibbering, carnival freak, wandering about the land, screaming out some incoherent females name as if it were the chant through which he might divine here unintelligible purpose. The wrong lover can ruin us, male or female, straight or gay, for the right one. And therein lies the tragedy of it all.

I was wrong about love being weakness. Because when it’s right, it is all empowering.

The right lover can fuel a warrior’s heart, give fire to his mind, and burn intent and passion into the cold, night sky. The right lover can lift you, bodily, into a world above our own; a world in which only two people exist, two forms united as one, trusting, accepting, open and willing. The right lover is blood and beats and rhythm and heat that fills you like a cuddling warmth from the greatest, best comforter. The right lover is armor, protecting you from the world and its frigid denizens; it is a sword with which a warrior might be able to defend himself against an onslaught of modern attacks. Basically… it is strength, a hundred times over, filling underused muscles, straightening the spine, spreading across the back, throbbing through chest, and shoulders and thighs. An “Incredible Hulk” of strength. A comic book power. A super hero.

I owe all this to Mel: the strength, the knowledge, the power. I am a superhero with her. I am a warrior because she allows me to be who I am. I am the man I always wished I could be.

Search if you must, but don’t give up. It may take a lifetime, you may have to swim through a lake full of feces and suffer through a number of bad relationships, but the right lover is out there for each one of you.

I never thought it could happen to me. But it did. Partly because I never gave up, and partly because I had the wisdom to see a good woman when I did finally find one.




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