Are you alive?
Are you a female human being?
Congrats, you are living as a woman.
Did you buy clothes?
Doesn’t matter where in the store you found them. They’re now women’s clothes.
Look in the mirror.
That’s what a woman looks like.
Good job.
Are you a female human being?
Congrats, you are living as a woman.
Did you buy clothes?
Doesn’t matter where in the store you found them. They’re now women’s clothes.
Look in the mirror.
That’s what a woman looks like.
Good job.
The look does not define women — WE define the look.
How a woman looks? How she sounds? Stands? Speaks? — Watch and listen, because as we do it, so it is done.
No life is a “woman’s life” until a woman lives and breathes inside it.
The definition requires a soul, not a style.
How a woman looks? How she sounds? Stands? Speaks? — Watch and listen, because as we do it, so it is done.
No life is a “woman’s life” until a woman lives and breathes inside it.
The definition requires a soul, not a style.
Sort of fucks everything when you think about it this way, doesn’t it? If every single woman alive holds the power to inform the definition of “like a woman,” then there’s just so much data coming in that it’s impossible for “like a woman” to describe any specific style, yes?
I believe that the word “woman” is important, and that it should be reserved to define adult human females, the people born with the potential to create life. I believe “woman” is a biological distinguisher and nothing more.
No other part of me is governed by that word.
No other part of me is governed by that word.
I cling to that word as a biological signifier because, if we confine it to our biology, it leaves the rest of ourselves, the rest of our lives, for US to live and define according to our choosing.
A strictly biological definition of “woman” maximizes our freedom of diversity.
A strictly biological definition of “woman” maximizes our freedom of diversity.
