Illogical Creatures

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Aside from writing, the central focus of my life is to fully understand what it is to be a woman, so I can more faithfully render them in my stories.

I was completely astonished to attend three functions over the holidays in which I was completely treated like a woman, a sisterhood member. At no time was the fact that I might be counterfeit as a woman mentioned and it felt really good.

One issue that I deal with every single day is that I HATE pants, and hate wearing them even worse. Part of it might be my puritanistic, Amish childhood. Another is perhaps that while the surgeon was doing my SRS, something happened that left my "front bottom" sensitive, and easily irritated. Hence, I never wear pants, or even leggings unless the situation demands it.

At one function several of us were making Orange rolls, chopping veggies, washing dishes, and other general scullery work. As we all worked there was lots of conversation and we spoke of everything from Bipolar Disease, to Bikinis, to shoes. At one point I mentioned that I hated wearing pants because it was so uncomfortable for me. After that there was general consensus that pants were uncomfortable and awful. I didn't get the chance to ask why they wore pants because the natural ebb and flow of subjects moves faster than a range fire.

I'm now left with a conundrum. If pants are so awful, then why wear them? That is the crux of understanding womanhood, perhaps. Perhaps Genetic women are like herd animals, so naturally just do what the others do? One shows up in skinny jeans and everyone else wears them? Gosh, perhaps I need to work on my conformant behavior, um quite a lot?

Still not wearing pants though.

Gwen

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