Young we are androgynes and angels,
Old we take the side of our demons,
Gender? On both sides, I see flesh,
Do we have to be defined — Divided.
I don’t understand that well, what are you? What am I? Are you singular, am I plural, are we bi, do they love women, men, undefined, what? In which box shall I put you before fucking? And when the night come, in the mists of alcohol, we are mixing our flesh all together and… I don't know why it mattered. Why I had to be understood?
“I am not a big believer in identity. I don’t know that we ever should feel the pressure to identify ourselves as one thing with a sort of you know menu attached. Because life way too interesting for that, and we are morphing all the time so, the more easily we can just ride that horse all the way, and enjoy, all the different landscapes that it will takes us on, the better. That’s just gonna be the easiest way to go, I think the fight, all the stress, and strain, and incredible pain, that humans — it’s very touching the way humans can create these terrible problems. This burden of identifying ourselves, I think is too much, I think we should be easier on ourselves.” — Tilda Swinton
Add lipstick to your mouth. What make it masculine, how feminine is it? It isn’t the body we seduce, but the passion of the soul. What makes me fall in love with you is the way you cross the corridor — all the way. The way you move, more than how you look. And this thing you do with the lips, when you slightly open them, and quickly bite the lower part. These moves, and your fiery words, are the reason.
Do we have to be defined, bisected,
It’s me all for you, body and soul,
I tell you I mean it and you smile,
Give me just one more chance, dear.
Isn’t life a theater? All this doesn’t have to be that serious. Or because it is so serious, listen to your inner desires. Blow up the safe of convenience, trample on morality, do not let a mindset define yourself. And enjoy the play!
I don’t need to be put in a box. But note that I am not against all boxes — mostly when they are connected to a dildo. But that is another story.
Love always, or hate, but passionately.
Sissi
Your article is deeply philosophical, Sissitrix. I love it! What we are now, what we wish to be, and what we shall become are matters for our souls, the stars, and trillions of years yet to pass.