Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Stream of Conscience...
Ive used the ‘help me Im a girl’ excuse more in the past month then I think I have ever in my entire life. Its almost as if my super-amazonian overcompensating complex has died down, and Im not quite sure how I feel about that. I mean, the major motions are still intact. I still wont cry in front of boys. Refuse. I will physically stop myself, or run away. Run away! If I am in anyway in contest with a boy, I must win. Verbally, win, mentally win! I must, I must. And its always been a thing of CAN DO, and ew, dont think just cuz Im packing the vah-jay-jay that means I cant do x-y-z. I can do it all! Especially if anyone packing a penis says I cant. Or shouldnt or what have you. I am Wonder Woman. But lately I falter. I use the feminine as an out.
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's ok. as men, we come to expect double standards from you, and generally try to ignore it out of fear of awakening the Beast That Is Woman. the secret is: if you don't point it out, no one will give a damn.
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