Not every woman wants a man in her house.
That’s valid. That’s clean.
But I live in a house with a man.
I share my space with him.
I share my rhythm with him.
I share my bed with him.
And because I want no drama — I tune him.
Not because he is weak.
Not because he needs fixing.
But because a man in a house untuned creates noise.
And I want music.
Men untuned scatter energy.
And I want flow.
Men untuned forget who they are.
And I want him placed.
I want him powerful. Directed. Complete.
This is not control.
This is not domination.
This is design.
This is why I tune my man.
Because a man in tune,
in rhythm,
in return,
Is a force of nature.
And a joy to keep.
