I forget history and linguistics to consider my feminine and masculine. They exist as more than physical characteristics. When I think of feminine qualities, it is a part of a whole. The feminine is a softness, a flexibility, nurturing, and desire for protection. The feminine is archetypal representation of one part of me. It is more than an attractor. My masculine is what might be expected. Rigidity. Steadfastness. Dominance. A sturdy harbor, the cornerstone. I dwell most often in the masculine. The feminine eludes me, or is denied, which limits my understanding, which limits me. A clear violation of dominance over myself. If I am limited, I am not in control.
Just thoughts. The sun has settled in. It has been a warm day. My patience tonight is scattered marbles, as is reflected in my output. Limited. Easy-going. Sobered by a glass too many and choosing how to define what I do not understand.