Knight in a Sweaty Ballcap
A feminist’s love letter
A Knight in a Sweaty Ball Cap.
Yes. That is you. My Knight.
And am I your Princess? Do I need rescuing from the dragon?
No. I AM the dragon.
The dragon full of anger, twisted by shame, made small and weak with self-loathing. Dragons, after all, are contemptible. To be despised. Unworthy of love. Ugly to the core.
You argue.
You are not here to slay the dragon. I am the dragon and you love me.
You see my anger and call it righteous. You strike down the princess as a social construct of which you want none. You take my shame and THAT is what you slay.
You say my name and I grow larger, and stronger, and unashamed. You are so proud of me. I become proud. And I preen.
I am the dragon.
You are my Knight in a Sweaty Ball Cap.
Jonica is a writer, rancher, painter, and poet. For the past ten years, she has been living and working on a ranch in Texas with her husband, 1 teenager, 2 dogs, 1 cat, 2 goats, 12 sheep, a handful of chickens, 4 drakes, and 1 llama. She writes about all of this and her many, varied life experiences. Jonica is a mental health advocate and shares her experiences in…
