I am so, so tired of my parents telling us we should wear skirts and dress as a woman. This may be a female body, but there are almost NO women in it. David is explicitly, absolutely a man (albeit not the most manly man), I, Mordax, have no gender, leaning towards presenting as male; plus the cavalcade of occasional male headmates we’ve got.
I’ve got plenty of neuroses, dad, you don’t have to say that not wanting to wear women’s clothes is one of them.
My anger at this is exacerbated by the fact that I’ve been feeling a lot more masculine than neuter lately;
possibly as a combined result of co-presence with Vincent for the last week, and all the Warhammer 40k and Gurren Lagann we’ve been consuming.
I think what it comes down to is this, I, and the rest of us, consider this BODY to be at fault, when it comes to gender/sex, and DON’T appreciate anyone trying to force us to accommodate the body for the sake of “social propriety”.
I’m going to be blatantly honest here; I have the least respect for women of anyone in this system. The culture I was originally raised in was extremely patriarchal and male-centric. Women were lovely flowers, and good mothers who should be seen, not heard. My time growing up again in American in the 20th century now, has helped alleviate some of those feelings, but still, being told to wear a dress to me, is akin to being told to put on chains and grovel.
Now, David and Vin have very different feelings when it comes to women (from me, and from each other) but neither of them wants to be put in a dress for a number of reasons, the first of which on the list is, THEY’RE MEN.
Now, I can’t explain any of this to my parents, and wouldn’t expect them to understand or accept it either, but it pisses me the fuck off. We are not going to dress to accommodate your world view; we are going to dress to accommodate ourselves, which is enough of a challenge with our varying tastes, thank you much.