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10-26-2006, 08:39 PM
Its late, I’m sitting here drinking cheap wine and remembering youth and thinking of Peter Pan. “I’ll never grow up” So forgive me girls, I’m in my cups and a little wordy.
I remember when I was small, I could be anyone, I tried on a thousand roles to find out who I was. It was alright then to play dad, or mom, to find ourselves, to be a cop, a robber, an Indian chief, to dress in moms cloths to try on sis’s ballerina tutu. Our parents laughed and saw it as us exploring ourselves. In time we found our way, put our toys away and became men or women. BUT… I never grew up: I still want to play, I still want to be every thing, I still want to feel everything I can, I don’t want to grow up and be a man like every one tells me I have to.
I believe that at one time any feeling was possible, Then some obsessive compulsive Bas***d decided they needed a little order and labeled all feelings male female, good bad, in public not in public, and locked us into roles. There are times when I’m with my lover when I’d give anything to switch bodies because I have this feeling that is just overwhelming, can’t describe it but when I get in touch with it the rules cut in “Female feeling” got to be female to experience it. The rules are so tight, you can’t, wrong biology, give up. I hate it when some one tells me no you can’t . So dressing and a little mysticism, and a truly loving partner I’m trying to rewrite the rules. Peter Pan Lives and biology is not a factor. Kerrianna in a post wrote “it is like the Yin-Yang symbol, each informing the other and part of the other, so all one and the same” If you and your partner can allow your selves to move around each other freely, be part of each other each informing each other leading and following at the same time any feeling felt by one is possible for the other. It is possible to escape the group dream and find never never land. Cheap wine , crazy friends, and infinite possibilities life is good. Hey lets play house I'll be mom, wear her appron, you're the baby, put on this bib ok??
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I remember when I was small, I could be anyone, I tried on a thousand roles to find out who I was. It was alright then to play dad, or mom, to find ourselves, to be a cop, a robber, an Indian chief, to dress in moms cloths to try on sis’s ballerina tutu. Our parents laughed and saw it as us exploring ourselves. In time we found our way, put our toys away and became men or women. BUT… I never grew up: I still want to play, I still want to be every thing, I still want to feel everything I can, I don’t want to grow up and be a man like every one tells me I have to.
I believe that at one time any feeling was possible, Then some obsessive compulsive Bas***d decided they needed a little order and labeled all feelings male female, good bad, in public not in public, and locked us into roles. There are times when I’m with my lover when I’d give anything to switch bodies because I have this feeling that is just overwhelming, can’t describe it but when I get in touch with it the rules cut in “Female feeling” got to be female to experience it. The rules are so tight, you can’t, wrong biology, give up. I hate it when some one tells me no you can’t . So dressing and a little mysticism, and a truly loving partner I’m trying to rewrite the rules. Peter Pan Lives and biology is not a factor. Kerrianna in a post wrote “it is like the Yin-Yang symbol, each informing the other and part of the other, so all one and the same” If you and your partner can allow your selves to move around each other freely, be part of each other each informing each other leading and following at the same time any feeling felt by one is possible for the other. It is possible to escape the group dream and find never never land. Cheap wine , crazy friends, and infinite possibilities life is good. Hey lets play house I'll be mom, wear her appron, you're the baby, put on this bib ok??
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