[all of this has basically been said by other people, and better than I did, but I guess I needed to spew it out anyway. Just to get it on record, or something, that gender baffles and infuriates me.]
Gender is such a weird thing - it’s an expectation that someone will or should be a certain way just because they have a particular configuration of flesh between their legs (never mind intersex people). It’s fucking ridiculous and damaging.
I mean, really, does that crap actually work for anyone? Male = this and female = that… We’re clinging to a ridiculous, non-functional, dualistic way of thinking just because… that’s the way it’s “always” been?
I guess most people fit into their prescribed boxes well enough that they don’t ever have to think about it. Because they don’t feel too uncomfortable, they don’t ever consider that the world could, and should, be different.. but I can’t help but think that even those people would find it easier to be comfortable and happy in themselves if we allowed for some diversity and stopped separating things into genders… Not to mention, of course, the people who aren’t at all comfortable being shoved into a role and set of expectations that doesn’t begin to fit who they are. I’m probably pretty lucky in that sense, luckier than Maymay, at least. The world is much more tolerant of “masculine” women than pretty boys. Especially if that woman is fat and/or sterotypically femininely unattractive to begin with.
Why does the world hate women so much, anyway? It’s always the characteristics that are supposedly female that are reviled. Women are second-class citizens, just because they’re not men. And it’s ok for anyone to want to be mannish, but when a guy embodies some supposed aspect of feminity, it’s so often considered a weakness, something to mock him for. (Bah, I’m almost certain that Helen said something about that in one of her books, and much better than me…)
What the hell is wrong with a guy wanting to be pretty? I wish more guys were like that. It’s certainly more pleasant to touch, and be around, a pretty boy than a supposedly manly one. And I get sweaty and dirty and grunty enough for everyone in the room, ha. Macho, arrogant men piss me off more than any other type of person. What’s not to love about a guy who’s sweet and soft and wants to be cherished? What’s not to love about a person whose body is a sensual pleasure? I dig women, but I don’t want my boy to be one - but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to smell nice, feel nice, and be the antithesis of the caveman I’m supposed to want.