Boys, Girls, Gender, and coming to peace…

Boys… I used to want to be a boy.
They seem unperturbed. They laugh a lot.

Today I prefer to be a woman. But as a child I really KNEW something was missing, and for years I thought it was cut off…

I really love this picture. It tells me that boys have more fun.
I remember sitting on the potty waiting for my navel to burst. And I knew it was only a matter of time. I KNEW that I was mutilated below, and I was mutilated there. Although I didn’t know what was cut off, I knew that whatever it was I needed it.
I was 3-4 years old. My feet didn’t touch the ground yet.
I knew I wasn’t welcome, I knew that boys had more of everything. They were loved more. And knew it was permanent.
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3rd level?

Hey,

I want to address a widespread issue I see in self-improvement with a lot of people.

People struggle, and their results are minimal, nothing to write home about. Or they get a result and then nothing… even what they got goes away.

Part of the reason you struggle, is you’re trying to advance to a level you’re not yet ready for.

Instead of trying to master one thing at a time, you try several things…

… and end up mastering none.

What are the levels I am talking about?

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