Not sure if we have a topic in here buried away somewhere...I was thinking about previous discussions on the tendency of androgynes towards playfulness. For me, I feel like honouring my identity as androgyne has, in a way, honoured an innocence within myself. Heralding back to a time where no one needed to try to fit into any binary simply to survive at times. Where for the most part I could just be me, in terms of my presentation, my body to a large extent (not that I want to have a child's body, perse), behaviours...
But sometimes I feel like people try to squash it. When I think of how the world could be, when I'm idealistic, perhaps even slightly whimsical, people always feel tempted to give me a hard dose of "reality." Informing me that the world could never be a different place. That my struggles to be balanced, to be me, to help others be themselves, are misinformed and hopeless. it makes me sad, and I try my best not to let it make me bitter.
I find reading fiction helps. Not even fiction for kids, just stories that came purely from the imagination.
