Song of the Siren

song of the siren


I just never know when the mood is going to strike. I can't call upon it like a Greek calls upon his gods, but now and then a bit of ambrosia drops down and blesses my mind and tongue.

Today is such a day!

Oh glorious day!

It is such a sweet escape from the work day to be able to feel the drip-dropping on my mind. Numbers float in front of me; they swim in the back of my mind, and deadlines hover over me menacingly. While I feel the breath of the boss on my neck and the ceaseless pleading inquiries from my cohort I can sometimes immerse myself in the words on the page. If there is nothing to dive into, nothing to read, then I create something.

Emails. Letters. Stories. Thoughts. Words. MUSIC!

So Melissa and I were reading this article about how today's single women are becoming fembots. Female robots. Women who date not to find Mr. Right, but because dating is fun. Women who are strong and confident. Women who have interests and friendships and who don't need to be in relationships to make them happy. Women who are not afraid to ask a man out on a date and then pay (and then not call later). Women are becoming as cavalier about dating as men are! And so that was my inspiration.

As we sent little emails back and forth today with a little fembot joke here and there. Tales telling of a recent date one of us went on we realized, oh my god, we're turning into fembots.

At first we thought, oh no! There goes our naivite! There go those dreams and hopes of "happy ever after." There go surprises and the feelings of excitement before a date. There go all the things we know as we turn into these robotic women who are untouchable and heartless.

NO! Our fears materialize!



Dread fills our hearts!



And then



An awakening



An inkling

A taste

Of the freedom and happiness of the fembot.

We have not lost that which made us who we are. We are still loving and lovable. We are just less vulnerable. We are just in control. We are women. All woman.

We are temptresses. We are sirens as we sing our songs without fear of the pain that comes from those shipwrecked sailors' words and promises. We are sirens who sing in the joy of our bodies and the sun and the surf and the life that is OURS.

We are temptresses. We can enchant as we sashay across the dance floor without regard to any of the hungry eyes following our movements. We care not about the wolves for we are not prey. We do not fear their growl, we do not cower as they crouch for the pounce. We smile. Our eyes stop them in their tracks.

We are temptresses. We don't play the game like you want us to play it. We don't have to. We don't want to. We live in our own skins. We dance in our own bodies. We swim naked through the crowds as we have nothing to hide and everything to give. We don't hide behind veils of pretenses; we don't laugh at the inadequacies of others.

We don't run, but we don't settle. We know our boundaries and we know that sometimes it is thrilling to cross them. So wild we run. Not away do we run, nor do we run toward anything. We just run.

Someday, we will have someone strong enough to run with each of us.

Someday, someone will come along who is willing to love and accept us and will chase us while we chase them back.

Someday, one person will hear the song of this siren. Someday, I will tempt only he who has proven his worth. For a siren is strong and stubborn, but oh so worth it.