I always knew I was different. So, even though I had close friends of various sexes and genders, I spent a lot of time alone: playing, reading, lying on my back staring at the clouds, walking or bicycling. I dreamed of living by myself among the forest animals. It was only in recent years, I learned that there is a dreamy kind of ADD that describes me, and there is something called an androgyne that probably includes my gender. What's more, I'm not the only person in the world that acts and thinks as I do.
For years, I identified myself as an underachiever and not-a-real boy/man. My biggest worry when I first married was "What if we have a son?" I was sure my son would spot me as a faker--and despise me. Even just a few years ago, one of my wife's friends told her that I was no longer welcome in her house because her husband and his friends couldn't relate to me. And I still get excited when my wife and daughter are out of town and I have the house all to myself.
As many of you have written, I've felt I could see the various sides to any question and had insight to people's motives. I knew what it was to feel hopeless, and wanted to help others live, rather than merely exist. Feeling freer to express myself as an androgyne may be making it easier to play a masculine role when required. This week, on two different days at work, two different supervisors have said to me: "You are the MAN!", and I have squelched the urge to look them in the eye and reply: "You gotta be kidding!"
Knowing I am androgyne has improved my love life, too. I've been willing to ask for what I need. My wife has been willing to trade roles sometimes, and we've both enjoyed the result.
So, I guess I'd say, when I understand myself and can take advantage of who I am, it's a blessing to be androgyne. When I'm tired, don't compensate, or just plain slip, I sure do curse myself. Finally, if I dwell on past mistakes, I will make more new ones--so I don't dwell.
Thanks be to Nero and the unicorns in this forest,
S