There is permutation ahead.
Perhaps in the form of clarity. Or photographs.
Maybe on the branches that adorn my chest.
What is the image in our head when we talk about the essence of femininity?
And what about masculinity?
Beside me lies a book for young women that I was given once.
Why is this kind of thought being passed on to daughters everywhere across the Conservative Christian map?
Why is the reinforcing of gender seemingly helpful in the acquisition of a partner?
Is this photo difficult?
Why is androgyny so unfulfilling?