Always be a lady.
Pfft.
My mother has said to me in only the way a mother can, I don't know how many times, "Jennifer, act like a lady."
A lady.
I don't think, even now, I understand exactly what that means?
I do have lady parts. Yes. I think this lady business stops right there. Or does it?
Is it about being soft? I don't do soft. I'm not soft. I have never been soft. I don't even like soft.
How about I just not conform to preconceived notions of gender norms and instead march in support of the voice that says I am here as LOVE personified?
I'm loud and crass and very hard around the edges. I stomp in my boots and you can hear me coming ten minutes before I arrive.
I do not have a filter. I tell you what I'm thinking. It flashes from my eyes and spills from my mouth and sometimes I realize far too late that I might have wanted to actually swallow some of all of that rather than actually vomiting it all over your pretty lady shoes.
Fuck this lady business. Whatever it is supposed to be?
I like me.
I'll always be me.
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