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Mar. 19th, 2022
A truth and two other poems
Mar. 19th, 2022 08:24 pmI've realized something important about gender tonight.
It's never really made sense to me; I love people and they have a gender and it's sometimes a useful shorthand for getting into a relationship with them, there are roles about which one can make assumptions and it simplifies the whole thing. But I never understood how the internal feeling of attraction was supposed to relate to gender. There's a sort of polarity there, a spark that comes *because* of folks' gender.
Well, I'm a land spirit. I love the land, a particular piece of land, though I can love many I tend to primary-relationship with one. But that's not what I mean; that's logistics. What I mean is there's a polarity there, a completion, a yin and yang of intrinsic selfhood that drives an intimate pull and relationship. The land being land is a driver of my love for it, in a way that a person being a gender does not. It does, perhaps, lead me to understand how folks with that kind of attraction might feel.
Anyhow, driving through Fort in the twilight with my grief, this will be a separation that will bring me so much pain. So much.
( Jenn Habel and Margaret Atwood speak for me tonight )
You don't understand. Threshold has loved me better than any human has, or can, or will.
It's never really made sense to me; I love people and they have a gender and it's sometimes a useful shorthand for getting into a relationship with them, there are roles about which one can make assumptions and it simplifies the whole thing. But I never understood how the internal feeling of attraction was supposed to relate to gender. There's a sort of polarity there, a spark that comes *because* of folks' gender.
Well, I'm a land spirit. I love the land, a particular piece of land, though I can love many I tend to primary-relationship with one. But that's not what I mean; that's logistics. What I mean is there's a polarity there, a completion, a yin and yang of intrinsic selfhood that drives an intimate pull and relationship. The land being land is a driver of my love for it, in a way that a person being a gender does not. It does, perhaps, lead me to understand how folks with that kind of attraction might feel.
Anyhow, driving through Fort in the twilight with my grief, this will be a separation that will bring me so much pain. So much.
( Jenn Habel and Margaret Atwood speak for me tonight )
You don't understand. Threshold has loved me better than any human has, or can, or will.