I’m always suppressing myself. Repressing myself. As if progress is made by molding myself into someone who is calmer, kinder, more peaceful.
But it doesn’t work that way. If I want to evolve I need to be more forgiving. More expressive.
I wish masculinity wasn’t such an ugly word. But it is. Alas, my masculinity has tormented me for years. So has my femininity. Reconciling them is a strange task that will take a lifetime.
Sexual energy is perfect…just a stream.