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Are you upset yet?
I know, there’s things-to-get-upset-about O’plenty out here on the interwebs…
I’ve noticed the trend in myself for more than a decade…the trend to ‘get upset’ about whatever is happening…for probably four or more decades. The human brain has a default mode network, which tends to find whatever is dissatisfying, out of place, different, potentially threatening, needing attention…
We are all a bit like Prince’s mom, it turns out (‘never satisfied’).
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Left unchecked, my brain tends to make me a miserable cow, so to speak.
That phrase comes from a general disrespectful attitude we have towards cows specifically, and other parts of life that provide sustenance in general. There is a relationship in the human psyche between cows and mothers, between domestication and cattle. Funny that we call domesticated humans sheeple instead of cow-people. Obviously, it’s pure semantics.
“Why buy the cow, when you can get the milk for free?” is a saying frequently used to explain why no man in his right mind would marry a woman ‘like me’ …I woman with my ‘current history’.
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I think many cows are actually a lot less miserable than many humans, for the record, or at least, they might be. Despite their deplorable conditions sometimes in feedlots, slaughterhouses and dairy farms, compared to humans, they could be doing alright. At least most of them seem to be allowed to be cows for some of their lives. At least most of them don’t spend decades contemplating the lies of lovers or the failings of parents or societal systems. I think they just chew and poop and look at life lovingly or suspiciously, through those big brown eyes. They don’t have to worry about ‘doing what’s right’. They know how to be cows, even if they aren’t always allowed to.
I don’t think cows have the same capacity to ruminate on thoughts as we do. They ruminate on grass instead. That sounds a lot less miserable.
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The morning sun arrived in its fullest glory in my kitchen just a few minutes ago. I love the way morning twilight slowly brightens my East facing kitchen and then, all at once, the sunlight spills over the Sandia mountains and illuminates the city like wild fire. And now our day begins.
My brain has its usual wrestling matches with my personal woes - society, idiocracy, misunderstandings, my mother, my body, boobs, human sexuality…all the usual things. I ‘wrastle’ with thoughts about my transgender-ing friend wanting to get double D breast implants, and all the shifting mixed feelings that sparked in me. Why should I care? I don’t. And I do…it bothers me, and I can let it go.
It’s more about me and my own insecurities, as always. It always is about me. All the other stories are lies I tell myself to justify my feelings.
No, I am not upset today. I am learning how not to be.
I can dive in a bit deeper, into why that bothers me.
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I never developed large breasts. It has been a source of shame for me much of my life.
Imagine if dudes had to strap on dick hammocks and squish their balls together to make cleavage and display them every day for judgment… This is what having small boobs feels like to me sometimes. It involves a lot of self-judgment and strapping on padding.
So, when my friend announced she was transgendering I was happy for her, and I still am. I fully support everyone’s choice to be however they like. I think it’s important and worth standing up for. However, when it seemed like it became a bit about her ability to wear nail polish and make plans to acquire double DD’s, it pushed a number of buttons in me. I know this is not the whole truth of anything. It is something I want to explore though, because I have learned to look deeper when I notice something is bothering me.
I understand our nails and clothes and even boobs and arms are merely outward signals that help us identify ourselves and each other, and not the actual ‘thing’…maybe.
Our outward appearances help us self signal and signal to others. All of it ads up to our sense of self–our identity. Mine has been fluid to a large extent, while also rigidly constant in some ways, so I understand this is nuanced and complex. Everything is relative and contextual as well.
Hopefully we can digest all of this with plenty of salt and maybe a spoon full of sugar?
Let’s just lay down the basics. I believe in everyone’s right to be whoever they want to be. I don’t give any fucks about what gender anyone wants to be…AND, I am a female - happily - and would like it known that one does not have to have painted fingernails so long they make you useless, or boobs so large that they cause disability, in order to be feminine.
That is not what makes a woman…is it? It can’t be, because that is not what I am, and I am a woman, definitely.
I am evidence that a woman can be strong, and have large hands and feet. I am evidence a woman can be a woman without large breasts or long polished nails. I am evidence that some women like engines, mathematics, building, airplanes, and taking the wheel. Some women like to do things that have traditionally, or recently, been considered manly. I think it’s important to remember that as things continue to get so fluid.
In fact, it is my feminine side that can kill, that can create life, that can create and feed a baby from my own generative capacity and out holes in my nipples; push it from my body. To represent that with weakness and squishy uselessness is insulting to me, and it seems like maybe it should be insulting to more women and men as well.
I mean, what in the actual fuck? What of the hormonal shifts that govern so much of a woman’s existence? What of being a conduit for consciousness to create through? Is being a woman really something that can be achieved by cutting away the masculine and stuffing in more feminine? Something about it feels off now.
It seems extremely unhealthy to me, and for the first time…but then again, our entire ‘health care system’ has degraded itself into something that serves illness, disease, and disfunction. It has no incentives to investigate health or wellness. I feel like much of this is potentially very unhealthy for society at large. Of course, no one knows what the future holds, or what we will need to navigate it. I suspect human sexuality will evolve out of existence and gender will continue to be more fluid while at the same time becoming …less relevant.
I do hope we consider what it says to current young humans trying to figure out their own identity while navigating their own humanity, including sexuality and gender to normalize changing your gender and also to make do it so…stereotypically? I don’t think that’s actually right. That’s not the whole picture.
I got a lot of mixed feelings about transgenderism, and at the moment, some of them are not positive.
Here’s a thing: I was much more in favor of people’s option to transgender, and in complete support of my friend’s journey, until she mentioned the double DD thing. That send my brain reeling. I am still in favor of people having all the options. However, the DD thing shifted my perception instantly. That seems very much like ‘a guy thing’, though I check myself and see, no…many women take great pride in their ‘racks’, and the immense ‘power of the boob’ which they wield. That is my own insecurity then…mostly…maybe.
I sit with my feelings and examine the foundations. I can see part of my feelings are rooted in ‘boob envy’. Maybe that is all of it…also though, no. I feel new waves of defensiveness of my womanhood.
Being a woman is NOT about being too feeble and ‘kept’ to break a nail or too top-heavy to lean over in heels. Being a feminine is NOT merely looking voluptuous and soft pink. It CAN be that, sure, though I suspect most of us do much of that to try to ‘beef up’ male confidence. I definitely could be wrong. I am aware my perspective is atypical to a large degree…then again…is it, really?
Being a woman is about creating life, it is about feeding our future, it is about holding a household in order. Being a woman, to me, means having the capacity to endure, having the clarity of mind to kill, to say no, to sacrifice everything known, for the unknown potentials of future beings. It is about rising above the fray of doing and holding calm, coherent space for growing into. It is about learning by teaching. It’s about creating our Great Mysterious Unknown Future. It’s about potential. It is the most powerful thing I can be. It is not weak or helpless or incapable.
The instinct to act less capable around men comes from our desire to be ‘claimed’ by a strong man, it seems to me. I now understand this is biology at play, and men do get a testosterone boost, and thus become more attractive, and more attracted, to us as the result of us acting weaker, younger, dumber, less capable…all of that. But that is play, isn’t it? If we let that rule our society…well, maybe that’d be better than the current numbers are indicating we are heading? Hmmm. There’s a lot of ins and outs to it…
“You can’t say that on the internet. Not these days.”
Funny that. Maybe I just did.
What do you think?
~GAL, August 28, 2023, #TheAM