I am my spirit Disembodied Whole No qualifiers Neither male Nor female Undefinable Thisness Contentment Love
I live in a body I live its XX biological functions-- I live its good, bad, And ugly experiences This body type Is called "girl," "female," "woman"... I've lived in no other body With which to compare So, I embrace her
My inate sexual attraction Is more hetero Than homo or bi... But waning hormones Has muted that drive As contentment settles in
My inate presenting energy Is somewhere between Girly girl and tomboy Feminine and masculine Femme and butch I can wear dresses and pants There is a wide socially accepted Spectrum for women-- For men it is limited No "sissies" allowed And that is just sad
Society is a harsh step-father Manipulating its daughters To be passive objects For its gratification Manipulating its sons To be macho soldiers For protection In its wars
Women will break The glass ceiling Long before It will be okay For men to be "sissies" In their own male bodies
Perhaps male violence Comes from the repression Of man's feminine energies They are hidden, hated, and feared This cauldron of boiling anger Is turned outward against others Or inward against self The feminine longs for expression She needs to cry, to be soft She needs to be loved Feminine men aren't loved In our society--shame on us
Binary means nothing It is just a simplification A way for societies to function Without the chaos of 8 billion "me-isms" It is the way The dualistic mind works It polarizes into opposites Good/bad, right/wrong... He/she, yin/yang
Beyond reproductive functions XX has 4 billion ways To express her dance between Feminine and masculine XY has 4 billion ways To express his dance between Masculine and feminine If you take away the sterotypes The lines overlap and blur
Instead of XY Breaking and entering And usurping An eons old XX's culture (This mimics the manipulations Of the harsh step-father) Perhaps breaking down The sterotypes Within the XY culture Will equal self-love
And years down the road When the harsh step-father has died And boys can be feminine and vulnerable And still be boys And girls can feel safe and powerful And still be girls And who one loves Is fluid and accepted Amongst consenting adults Harmony will reign
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