Thank for sharing, Lady Scarecrow. I like your poem a lot. It makes me reflect on society.
The gender roles (or rules) in our society are absurd. You go into a store: accessories socially approved for males are on one side, accessories socially approved for females are on the other side.
What year is it? Are we incapable of nuance?
As I see it, the enforcement of gender roles/rules is just another means of social control, like racial terminology (‘Caucasian’, ‘African-American’), like caste systems, like transfer of intergenerational wealth.
As a gender-expansive person, I find it very oppressive. When I walk the streets, I get the sense that even many cishets aren’t served well by it.
Who’s more obsessed with gender, people who don’t identify with their assigned gender at birth or people who require everyone to identify with their assigned gender at birth?
I’m male. I’d love to walk around with painted fingernails. But some people would be more comfortable with me walking around with a gun.
I’m still figuring things out. Presently my strategies to live in this unhealthy world are non-disclosure and, per Voltaire’s wisdom, cultivating my own garden