So, Because I Am a Woman, I Must Fit What Society Tells Me a Woman Is?
For real? What year is this?
I am a firm believer in throwing away this divine feminine, divine masculine stuff. We are divine humans, full stop.
Divine Humans.
This is something I think about often, the rift between humans because of these roles given to us by society, by religion, by myths, by authoritarian figures.
I am far from a traditional “feminine” woman.
I was raised by an incredibly strong human mother, doing it all on her own, without much help from my father. She did it all really, was my father and my mother for a great portion of my life.
Her father only had girls. My grandfather was an engineer with a Ph.D. in philosophy. And the man made sure my mother knew she could do anything, be anything. Even if there weren’t many options for women at the time.
He taught her how to use tools. He taught her how to budget her money. So she’d never be dependent on any man. Not just be dependent on any man, but on any human. And my mother taught me the same. Granted she never learned how to cook from her own mother, she could lift a couch.
Now on the other hand, if you look at my parents, my mother is the one with the “masculine” energy. And my father is the one with the “feminine” energy.
My mother is stoic and pushes her feelings down. I love her deeply, but this is her way. She knows how to show anger, but the cold, quiet kind. I’ve seen my mother cry, perhaps three times in my life. My father is the emotional one, who expresses sadness, happiness — and unfortunately, also explosive anger in any environment. Anger seems to be an “appropriate” feeling for men to show in any environment.
I grew up not caring if I was a “tomboy” if I had dirt under my fingernails, or if I could cook. I can swing a hammer. I don’t need a handyperson. I can weld. I can get dirty, and then I can get cleaned up and be a beautiful woman (at any size, mind you).
This whole circle divided in halves. No more, please.
Why we have divided it into what is “supposed” to be and what our society tells us to be? Is beyond me. It’s created this weird power trip, which honestly we can’t survive with anymore.
I am assertive and emotive. I use my brain and my heart. More men, shit, more humans need to get into their emotions. And to put it so polarized means we have to stay in these silly archaic roles. And “play” these parts society deems us to. I’m fucking tired of it.
No more, thank you. Not for this human.
If men were even remotely more “into their feelings” we’d be in a more loving place here. Heavens, all humans need to be getting more into their feelings. Having a nice chit-chat over coffee, and be consciously listening to all them feelings.
And it ain’t my responsibility to draw those feeling from any human!
The responsibilities of your emotions, and learning how to deal with them, are not my job. Or any woman, any human, for that matter. And if there’s any aliens reading, you too, my friends.
Learn to learn from your feelings.
They are your guides, not your enemies.
You know what this world needs? To ditch all this stuff.
We are divine humans.
That men need to be one way, and women need to be one way.
Why can’t we be both?
Why can’t I be assertive and soft?
Why can’t I be brain and heart?
Why can’t I be feminine when I want to be, and why can’t you be?
Why can’t I just be a human, humaning?
Does what I have in my pants define me?
So, because I have a vagina I have to be what? Demure? In the kitchen? Having children? Cleaning? ::insert whatever stereotype here::
I’m not scared to be called masculine. I don’t give a flying monkey if someone thinks I’m gay when I’m straight. Cool yo. They’re both beautiful aspects of humanity. And flying monkeys are awesome anyway, I’m not giving them away lightly.
I don’t care who people think I love. I know who I love. And I love a man who has both energies, and wears them well! Nor expects me to fall into any predetermined role of what a woman should be.
He loves that I can fix stuff. I love that he can cook stuff. Sexy af. I love that he can fix stuff too, and he loves I can cook stuff.
Because we’re human.
Why isn’t just being a human enough?
Georges and I share the responsibilities of the house because we both live here. And everything we do, every mess we make is both ours to clean up. Not that I have to cook because I have a doot, and he has to fix stuff because he has a dick.
These energies divided like this are stupid old school, in my humble opinion, boxed up bullshit that needs to go in the dumpster. They are designed this way to keep us boxed up, and in our roles so we are easier to control by those telling us who they expect us to be.
Someone else came up with a divided circle.
Let’s reunite it — the human circle.
Let’s break down our boxes.
Time to recycle, kids.
It’s time we start treating each other with reverence and kindness, in whatever bodies we have in all the gorgeous shades. With whatever genitalia we were born with, or come back into. In whatever way someone wants to change to feel themselves again, in whomever we love.
And just start living in our humanness!!!
Our divine humanness.
We have enough dividing each other here.
Why throw in another box someone tells us we must stay in?
I’m tired of being oppressed, and kept small because I have a doot.
I’m standing in my power now as this human being I am.
Because of the human I am, and the actions of my life! Not the body parts I was born with. Enough.
It’s about time we challenge what it means to be human in every crevasse of our indoctrination. Because really, this way isn’t working in our relationships.
Let’s redefine what it means to be human, so our humanity survives.
Purple soapbox away for the night. Thank you for reading my rant today. I’m beyond tired of the divide.
It’s time to reunite in our divine humanity.
With radical love from this beautifully whole human,
🌈💜
~namaste~