Spontaneous

Ariel Goldman

They Don’t Understand

For the very few people who know me and now know of my passion for femininity, the consensus is, “I don’t understand” or “I don’t get it” or “It doesn’t make sense.”  And, for anyone who doesn’t have such desires, I can see why.  Now, this doesn’t mean that the persons don’t love me, don’t accept me, or aren’t willing to understand in time.  It could be a shock factor.  Maybe in their mind, most things in life are black and white, male and female, left and right.  But then something or someone comes along and shows that life has color, that “gender” is ambiguous, and that social makeups are much more complex than pros and cons.  They don’t understand because it doesn’t fit their narrative.

No matter how many people can fit into your circle of accepting friends (if you’re so lucky to have that), somebody, some people, won’t understand.  It won’t make sense to them.  It’s just a perversion or a fantasy.

Listen to me, girlies: Girliness only has to make sense to you.  That’s what makes it right.  Get it out of your mind that you are so wrong for wanting it.  Erase it from your heart that you’re a degenerate because you like to wear pieces of material that have been fashioned for a particular gender other than the one assigned to you.  If it is in you, a part of you, your whole being, or whatever, it just needs to make sense to you. 

Have a precious day, my friends.  You’re very special and I want special lives for all of you.