My husband is a...

Feminist. The first time I heard this term used to describe a man, and the description of that man, I was so happy because it finally gave me a descriptive to use to describe my husband, and a frame of reference for what kind of man he is. We've both known for as long as we've known each other, that my husband isn't exactly the American masculine macho type male. It's not that my husband is effeminate either. I mean, he stood up for me the time I cut off and then flipped off the asshole driver that then proceeded to get out of the car and try to fight now hubby then boyfriend, for my driving. Or the time that he took one for the team (a mildly pregnant me- again the driver), when the big 'ol black dude punched him in the face for my refusing to give up (or give in to the battle between us) the rightly mine parking spot. He's stood tall like a dude and taken it. Didn't try fighting back no, but didn't whimper and run in the opposite direction either. And then the hair. And the pit smell. And the 5 o'clock (no- make that 1 o'clock) shadow. So yes, he's a man. But he's also a feminist. And this means, that no matter what, even if he's got to sit and wait for a rejuvination period, he'll get all ready to go again even after he's had his, to let me get mine if I didn't (or want seconds). And he'll really sympathsize (oh lord I can't spell) with me when I complain about a shitty day home with the kids, even though I do this every day (ok, but sometimes it feels like it). And he's willing to share the housework, kid raising, errands, cooking, cleaning, et cetera (fill in with typically feminine work) fifty-fifty, or more if he could actually accomplish it. We agree on many points. Abortion; he get's mad at them darn republicans- it's cute to listen to him shout at NPR asking them "and what's that going to do?!" regarding various legislation or propositions. And he prefers to spend time with me. Yep, me. I tend to think that I tire (ok, annoy) most people out after, say, a couple of hours. But this man sticks by me all the time, and actually puts going and drinking and checking out hot chicks on the bottom of his list of things to do, and me at the top (yes, that's me on the top of his list of things to do- ask him, he'll agree). So pair his feminist attitude with his bitchin', witty, sarcastic sense of humor, and here I am, falling in love again. And now I know what to call him when I need to describe my husband as a man, but not the overly masculine type, no macho attitude here. Ahh... so nice, especially when I run across those husbands who are the opposite of mine, and I get all annoyed because they actually complain about helping out, and keep track of mommy taking mommy time and demand equal Daddy time (even though Daddy gets kid free time during the majority of the day- counts for somethin!). So that's my love and rant! :D