Quote from: davina61 on Yesterday at 03:05:25 AMI build hot rods, there are a lot of women that do. I also just like making things out of metal, making items into lamps and clocks. I made a unit out of ply to house my record collection and stand my record player and amp on, that turned out okay .
As I stumble my into my new identity, I'm in some ways becoming more...chauvinistic? Maybe that's the word.
When I perceived myself as male, I was aware of sexist assumptions. A mechanic calls a woman honey? I heard that and would hope it wasn't meant to be condescending. A few days ago a mechanic called ME honey and I kind of blushed and glowed.
I've been working on my staff to quit calling groups of people "guys". A phrase like "I met this girl and..." made me wonder if they were talking about a kid. Usually not.
But now I'm unthinkingly adopting certain female stereotypes. WOMEN wear dresses and makeup. It feels good to do certain traditionally female things. Women walk many different ways, but I feel best when my hips sway and my arms swing in a way that feels men's arms do. Women have a huge range of voices and I want mine to land closer to the middle of that range. I always notice on TV when a man leads a woman by her elbow. WTF? Would the reverse ever happen? It angers me. But now I would swoon if an attractive man took me gently by the elbow...and I'm primarily attracted to women (and happily married to one).
It reminds of a parallel that was shared with me by a Lakota man in South Dakota. He was sharing that many nations were dwindling, losing their languages and culture. He was explaining why many people of Native American ancestry were seeking knowledge of the Lakota and its rich culture.
He said, "They just want something Indian."
And I "just want something female."
After decades of overt feminism, part of me is becoming a housewife from the mid-20th century. Part of me wants to be a Bond girl from Goldfinger. Or a woman executive in a power suit. I'm grasping at anything that feels female to me when I choose my clothes to align myself in ways that feel right.
I don't plan to stay in this place. Maybe that why it's called transition. 🏳��⚧️
The great thing about blogging is people respond in ways that make me reflect on my journey. I'm grateful! ❤️🥰