I giggle when I hear “The feminine urge to…”
But lately, I’ve had the feminine urge to wear a corset, don a three tier hoop skirt, and leave this world behind. Maybe I’ll make my home in the woods? Away from people and all the punishing norms of society. There’s not much in our modern world that allows us to escape and just be. For a few hours a year, I get to do just that. Drink what I want, eat without shame, and have the hem of my skirt trail in the dirt while I look at handmade things to clutter my home with.
The Florida Ren Fest is a silly, good time. I am free to express myself how I would like to be every day. I feel trapped in life. I crave the simplicity of a world I have made up in my head. It may have a lot to do with why I write. So I can escape this reality. Every year I get excited to pick up a bow and arrow and aim it at a bail of hay. I live in Florida. There are many areas where I could live and do that every day. However, I live in town, in a townhouse, where my space is limited. No wonder why I feel trapped. I used to think this is what I wanted. To live close to everything. But the older I get, the more I crave the distance from the noise.
My husband and I battled it out with our 12 little arrows. It doesn’t help that he has hunted before and I have only done this a few times. When I look back at our grouping, I laugh. If I had to bring home dinner, we would be eating leaves and berries, because those don’t move. But by the time my quiver was empty, my grouping was getting closer together. Think how much better I would be if I had the space to practice. Still not sure about bringing home Bambi for dinner, I might just leave that up to the hunter in our family.
