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5 years ago
There is something to be said about people who can take the world and be incredibly open minded toward all the things. If it took less effort to find those people, I don't think life would be as grand. I wonder if there are people who just never meet them. There has to be, right? What do they do? How terrifying it is to live in fear of who you are and still not entirely understand exactly who you will become... and have no one to tell. How fortunate I am to live alone for practically most life and have the time to crack my skull and spill it, inspect every drop and nuisance that makes up what I am. It's taken years to understand what I do now, but we always change and even still I find myself stumbling on things I thought I'd never believe possible. It is my belief that I wanted these things for myself, but could they have been instilled in me from a time I don't rememeber? You have to be attracted to the opposite sex, that's just how it works.
But what do you do when you find love in someone you've never met and learn that they're the same gender as you? You love this person for who they are and yet you've been told that love cannot exist between two similar genders, isn't that truth, or lie? Did anyone thousands of years ago consider that there might be a time when we could craft our identity to be anything we wanted? A female portraying a Male guitarist. A man portraying a Female poet. At some point, they became who they are. Instead of one saying "I am a man portraying a female poet" this world has allowed the phrase "I am a female poet" to mean, to them, what they desire to truly be. Eventually, here, gender can divulge into only what represents your image, the perception of others, that they will almost always have a tinge of bias. A man at the sight of a woman in this world has almost inherently decided that they must talk. Women are beautiful, I think most can agree, even if women are not your particular attraction, if at all, wonderful.
What makes a woman? Certainly not a simplifiable answer by any means. To feel wrong for not having a certain trait that a woman typically may have, that makes you ... wrong? I don't understand. If I were to wear pink dresses, that would neither classify me as a man nor a woman, but a person who has chosen to wear a pink dress. If I hold a football in that hand of mine, does that mean I enjoy football and activity participate in these rough housing games... or did I craft this football for the sheer enjoyment of the process. This dress, did I sew it together and fit it just for me because I did that, simply because I wanted a dress? When does gender come into the equation? It is culture, sure. The internet culture however is quite astounding.
Oh, you got a free toy for your boy from the neighbours but its pink? You want to paint it silver? The seats are pink, but you want to change them to blue? That's odd. Did the boy ask for it to be blue? Or for the car to be silver? Why not all black? A personal favorite of mine, not that I'm a goth by any means, but it is a color that does not clash with my hair... my perception. My reasoning.
It is a remarkable feeling to know that the perception that I am a person who upholds my identity but understands that I can trust you with that information is a remarkable feeling, even though it was never my intention, I still feel safe. I didn't intend to care but somehow you made me care. I felt cared for in a familiar way, that acceptance was always a cherishing feeling. To know that it didn't matter whether or not I was mute, deaf, bisexual, straight, lesbian, fat, tall, thin, or curvatious.. you treat me as a person first, nothing more. Our interactions are sewn together in a fabric of time that keeps going and I am honestly afraid to loose that. Please stay my friend, you are very nice and I like that. It has been very nice, but I have to go now. My bed is comfortable and I don't feel alone. I know I never was, but the reminder and care always could come around more often. Thank you my friend, spread love to those around, many of them will need it more than I. Goodnight!
But what do you do when you find love in someone you've never met and learn that they're the same gender as you? You love this person for who they are and yet you've been told that love cannot exist between two similar genders, isn't that truth, or lie? Did anyone thousands of years ago consider that there might be a time when we could craft our identity to be anything we wanted? A female portraying a Male guitarist. A man portraying a Female poet. At some point, they became who they are. Instead of one saying "I am a man portraying a female poet" this world has allowed the phrase "I am a female poet" to mean, to them, what they desire to truly be. Eventually, here, gender can divulge into only what represents your image, the perception of others, that they will almost always have a tinge of bias. A man at the sight of a woman in this world has almost inherently decided that they must talk. Women are beautiful, I think most can agree, even if women are not your particular attraction, if at all, wonderful.
What makes a woman? Certainly not a simplifiable answer by any means. To feel wrong for not having a certain trait that a woman typically may have, that makes you ... wrong? I don't understand. If I were to wear pink dresses, that would neither classify me as a man nor a woman, but a person who has chosen to wear a pink dress. If I hold a football in that hand of mine, does that mean I enjoy football and activity participate in these rough housing games... or did I craft this football for the sheer enjoyment of the process. This dress, did I sew it together and fit it just for me because I did that, simply because I wanted a dress? When does gender come into the equation? It is culture, sure. The internet culture however is quite astounding.
Oh, you got a free toy for your boy from the neighbours but its pink? You want to paint it silver? The seats are pink, but you want to change them to blue? That's odd. Did the boy ask for it to be blue? Or for the car to be silver? Why not all black? A personal favorite of mine, not that I'm a goth by any means, but it is a color that does not clash with my hair... my perception. My reasoning.
It is a remarkable feeling to know that the perception that I am a person who upholds my identity but understands that I can trust you with that information is a remarkable feeling, even though it was never my intention, I still feel safe. I didn't intend to care but somehow you made me care. I felt cared for in a familiar way, that acceptance was always a cherishing feeling. To know that it didn't matter whether or not I was mute, deaf, bisexual, straight, lesbian, fat, tall, thin, or curvatious.. you treat me as a person first, nothing more. Our interactions are sewn together in a fabric of time that keeps going and I am honestly afraid to loose that. Please stay my friend, you are very nice and I like that. It has been very nice, but I have to go now. My bed is comfortable and I don't feel alone. I know I never was, but the reminder and care always could come around more often. Thank you my friend, spread love to those around, many of them will need it more than I. Goodnight!
