Today I was a woman.

Today I had all my usual Sunday obligations as a First-Day School teacher, as well as the friends I see after meeting on Sundays. In consequence, I spent the whole day as female. Now, this wasn't too big of a deal, as gender rarely comes up in the context of Quakerism for me. However, I was out to lunch afterward with three women from the meeting, and we were discussing various things. Two of the women are lesbians, one is bi, and we were discussing body hair on men and women and what we thought about it, etc., and I made a comment that prior to my last gf,  I dated really femmey girls. In response to this, K laughed and said she'd always thought of me as femme. Now, I can see some of where she'd get that, given that she's only known me a short time and all of that was while I was dating my ex, but it just seemed off to me. I've been spending some time as Charlie each day this week, and last night I went out not quite en homme but definitely presenting as genderqueer if not male. It wasn't drastically uncomfortable to be my usual androgynously female self, but it's good to be home. The cat doesn't care what gender I am as long as I still open the food.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAH

If you were following your dreams, what would you be doing?
I don't think I;m following mine.
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