She is Power, She is Love, She is my Dragon

She is Power, She is Love, She is my Dragon

I didn’t have to think twice about what to write in celebration of International Women’s Day. It was as obvious as the sky is blue. While there are many, many powerful and inspiring women in the world (and to you wonderful jewels in this darkened world: I thank you for existing, and for you making the world a more valued place by doing so), I want to talk about the strongest, silliest, most incredible, caring, loving, smart, and divine woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. My wife, Virginia LeMarr.

When I first met her, she had written me off. Rightly so, I might add, because I was sporting a super curly mustache. A regular Doc Holiday wannabe. But we soon began talking. Our conversations evolved further and further from air humping at each other to discussing dreams (eventually after we married I was amazed how quickly our conversations became about bowels movements, bills, and the like). I was ready to give up on life. I drank way to often, but had recently cut back dramatically which lead to my cleared mind deciding firmly to kill myself. Virginia Molinaro (her maiden name) had flown in on those mighty draconic wings of hers speaking words of love alive with fire. All the weakness, the self-hatred, the everything was burned alive in the hellfire of her might. And she didn’t even realize until later that she had saved me.

“We are both shattered bits of glass holding each other together,” Virginia had once told me.

She was wrong.

This hulking beauty possessed the might to stand firmly against a world both dark and terrifying. Of course she had breaks and cracks in her soul, who doesn’t? Virginia had overcome an eight year battle with anorexia and more, but had come to chase her dreams with a devil may care attitude that inspired passion in myself. This woman of fortune loved harder that anyone I have ever met. I was a husk, a revenant seeking to return to the grave, yet it was impossible to feel so low or such self-pity when my dragon (my baby-boo) dared to defy the very laws governing the viciousness of a cold universe. There was nothing that she couldn’t do. Fate wrangled by those gleaming claws was at her mercy.

I love her so much for that. For existing in a way that will inspire our future children to soar beyond Earth and the heavens to the unknown beyond of endless possibilities.  Virginia–the idol who I praise–is the definition of a woman worth celebrating every moment of every day.

But today, International Women’s Day, I sing her praises aloud to you all as a woman who had touched the lives of so many people, inspired so many men and women and children alike, and had dared to dream of a light in the vastness of this cold and dark place, this reality we are forced to call home. She is my dragon, my sun of hellfire and passion, and the goddess who has blessed my life with her presence.

To all the women out there empowering others, raising the standard, and chasing dreams, I thank you deeply from the bottom of my heart. I thank you for all that you have done for this world, and all that you will continue to do. Life is an uphill battle, but we are all in it together.

Happy International Women’s Day.