Ok so Iām having a bit of a rough time ATM. Itās in relation to this comment I made yesterday.
Miniest and I have had a few chats, Iāve tried to be tolerant and accepting but Iām ashamed to say that the tolerance and understanding is not happening as easily on my end of things as it probably should be. I feel that just because the āgirliestā girls in the class donāt want to play their girly games with you for example, and just because you are not into wearing girly clothes etc., that doesnāt make you any less of a girl. It certainly doesnāt make you a boy. There is a lot of middle ground between the ultra glam feminine stereotypical examples of womanliness and the more masculine ātom boyā (to use an expression from my childhood) stereotypes of women. Most of us seem to be kind of in the middle somewhere. Some of us have girly nails or drive a girly car or have beautiful girly hair and clothes but also know how to put up a bookshelf or change a washer on a tap or are a mean kick of the footy. Thatās the beauty of having the freedom to pick and choose and be flexible with your identity and self perception. As you grow up you find your spot and get comfortable with yourself and learn who you are. Iām trying to explain this to Miniest but itās impossible for her to understand because she lacks the life experience to do so, but is pretty steadfast and stubborn about being called a boy. Iāve had to be honest; Iām sometimes tactful but unfortunately also can be pretty blunt. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck and has feathers like a duck and looks like a duck then you can pretty well guess itās a bloody duck. My child looks like a girl, sounds like a girl and to me is a girl, just not a conventionaly girly one, and itās actually this aspect of her that I love the most. She is strongly individual, rebellious, outspoken and creative, hilarious and unique and beautiful. Iām glad and proud of her being my daughter with attributes like these, and Iām not adjusting well to this new thinking, itās making me feel old and tired and a bit lost. Thankyou for reading my rant, I had to put it out there to just⦠get it out.
melbaboutown@aussie.zone āØ37ā© āØminutesā© ago
Nonstop napping. Getting up only to tend to Melbcat or do something essential.
I had the sleeping habits of a bat but now theyāre the habits of a sloth.