I absolutely love selkie stories. My daughter was born with some medical needs, and for a year we flew from Sitka, Alaska to Children's Hospital in Seattle, WA every two weeks. Until she was about two years old, I sang her "Peter Kagan and the Wind", by Gordon Bok, to put her to sleep at night. That's also a selkie story, and the only other one I know of in which some human doesn't steal a selkie's skin away from her. That's not love, that's misogyny romanticized into myth, and a good example of why I think it is so important to write new myths and new stories that fix those creeping, insidious demons.