A Call to the Fire Steeds

To those who claim your Divine Masculinity,
This is your time
This is your year.

This is your moment to meet those who ride under the banner of the Divine Feminine,
Not as adversaries, not as challengers
Not even as champions. 

As equals.

You have watched us rise.
You have witnessed our reclamation.
You have held the door open
As we marched through
Demanding justice, autonomy, personhood,
Security, advocacy, self-determination

Don't you deserve a share of these spoils too?

Some of you,
(No, not all)
Have received our audacity
With discomfort, with disdain,
With a distortion of the truth of our desires.
But so many of you suffer too.
The enforcers who taught you to combat your demons
With your fists, not your feelings
To silence your shame
To poison you pain
Are the same self-appointed, self-righteous sentries
That subsume our stories
That police our wits,
Our wombs,
Our waists,
Our wanton wants.
All conspirators in the system
That deny us our divinity. 

Will you
Band together with your legions of brethren
To defend the marauders at our gates
Not our gardens

Will you
Take up arms against those deluded bandits
Scrabbling for the last vestiges of dominance
Desperately attempting to
Legislate love
Criminalize safety
Outlaw agency
Crucify compassion
Deprive dignity
From those with the least power, the least privilege
The fewest resources
So that they can devour every last morsel for themselves,
Proudly patting their bloated bellies
While the once solid ground beneath them
Swallows them whole. 

No more.
Not on our watch. 

Let us meet ourselves
Let us meet each other
On the battlefield
Set alight our agony as fuel for our action.
Let us raise our standards
Emblazoned with the sigils of all our holy houses
And may the thunder of our hooves
Echo the thunder of our raging hearts
May our towering togetherness
Be the harbinger of the inevitable epoch
That delivers us to divine liberation.

Love Warriors, are you ready?
Come dawn, we ride.

Gung Hay Fat Choy.
Year of the Fire Horse,  2026