I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently. So what’s new? I hear you ask. Well. These thoughts are not yet fully formed. Here goes.
At birth, we are assigned, by nature, a set of genitals. What a dreadful word that is. So we are gifted, either a winky or a vajinky. We are, by birth, male or female. Pauses for general outrage from the woke community to subside. We are tiny babies, with oceans in our eyes. We are full of wisdom and light and life. But essentially, we are male or female.
Then we begin to grow. We are part of a society, a culture. We see images. We hear adult opinions. Our brains begin to fill up with thoughts and ideas. We begin to question. Who am I? Why do I feel this way?
Then we hit puberty.
Holy Mother of Michael. What a time. We basically want to hide in a cave until it is over. Then we want to fuck everything that moves.
Gender is not fluid. Gender is fixed. We are male and female. How we identify with our body – that is extremely fluid. Sexual identity is fluid. It’s a gigantic diaspora. A spectrum of colour and light, excitement and fear, curiosity and ignorance.
I don’t think young people should be encouraged to chop their willies off. It seems extreme. Shouldn’t they be allowed to grow up first and then decide? God knows, I was convinced I knew it all at age 19. I didn’t.
What I am trying to say is that we are all just people. Homo sapiens. Human beings. Men and womben (I like to put the silent b back in – I prefer it to womxn). It is important to figure out who you are and how you identify. Be curious. Experiment. Don’t make assumptions. Don’t let society or your parents tell you. Find out who you are. I’m still doing it and I’m middle-aged. Live life fully.