What does a woman look like? How does she carry herself? How does she speak? How does she dress herself?
I am lost, my sense of self has floated away, far away. It’ stranded on a desert island and I have no compass nor map to locate it. I am paddling in the dark toward an unkown destination, without so much as a watch.
When I find that Self, that elusive woman, what will she be like? She may be just who I am now, only more confident. Perhaps she wears her hair long and unkempt, in long cotton skirts and never a bra in sight. Or it could be that she is loud and unhindered by any worry or thought, with spikey blue hair and 12 facial piercings. It is also possible that this woman is a lover of pant suits and makeup. I wish that I had some inkling of this person, so that I could be prepared when I arrive on the island to greet her.
When I do find her, will I have to chase her down? Will it be difficult to lose the “man” in me, to see myself, a woman, reflected in the water?
My friends, dear though they may be, will not know what to make of her. Will she spend long hours crying over their reactions, or will she brush it off without another thought?
Oh, how I wish I knew her. How I wish this long journey were over.
I long to be a whole person, complete and loved.
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