The only difference is that few of us will admit it. The first thing that comes to mind is that it's like loving Joe Pesci in movies. He's a slimy, foul mouthed little pluck and yet one can't help but to find him sorely endearing.
Some men seem to like their women fierce. I have gotten to know this over the years. After all, what could be more intimate than to be the recipient of the morning grouchies or the odd immature fit of x-excess-emotion.
What I haven't figured out is if this is in the same thread as men loving to see an actress kick a guy's butt or wearing a skimpy outfit holding a gun with bullets strapped around and between her breasts.
You know , I often don't relate to the demonically sorcerous mysticisms your writings portray , but I've got a real feeling for this one . In fact you might even say I've definitely got a succubus that resembles . This is well written , evocatively provoking , decadently ethereal and surreal . A definite fav.