Hmm… I really don’t believe anyone who knows me would call me “strict”. I think of “strict” as the relentless policing of a set of important rules, and that’s just not how I operate
I mean, rules are great for ritual’s sake… symbolism is important to me. But as often as not, I’d rather skip the rules and just talk to you. Talk until you get it. Talk until you somehow feel both heard and overruled. Talk until you see that your priorities are really mine. Talk until you remember that your insides are a dark and shapeless wilderness, and I’m drawing the map that describes you and defines you and makes you real.
Because dumb little girls don’t need a strict man. They need a cartographer.