The need for equal rights, pay, justice, respect, and safety for women has received more attention in the past year than it has in any other of my lifetime. I have been glad to see it, but I haven’t actually done very much to help promote it. It’s hard to know the right way to do such a thing without overstepping my bounds. So I decided to write a blog post about it.
I’ve worked on a post on this subject for months, but it never came out right, so I’m just going to write about this subject a little at a time. I’m a passable writer at my very best, and it’s hard to write my very best about such an important but complex topic.
The thing is that it’s not just a women’s issue. Everyone’s hurt by sexism, bigotry, and injustice.
I know this because I break a lot of the rules of “masculinity.” I don’t express myself as a female in public, but I don’t make any effort to fit male stereotypes either. I’m perfectly happy with the fact that I’m genderfluid, because it feels like the best of both worlds. I’m submissive and subservient to my wife, who agrees that I am the best of both. With a recent change in jobs, my wife is again the primary breadwinner of the family, and making her happy is what makes me the most happy.
I’m writing this having finished my work for the day, cleaned the kitchen and neatened the living room, and just before I run off for a little yoga. I’m wearing black yoga pants over a fuschia sweater dress, drinking a cup of tea. I’m locked away in my chastity cage since my last orgasm, which means I haven’t grown more than 2.5 inches long in over a month. It will probably be at least another two weeks before it does grow long. I will likely have a half-dozen orgasms this year, maybe eight or even ten if I’m lucky.
My legs are shaved, my nails are done, and my lips are glossy. In public, my hair looks professional. At home I only need to add a different product in a different direction and I get a cute pixie cut.
It’s rare for another male to be a part of my group of friends when we go out. I have some male coworkers and family members on my Facebook, but it’s about 75% female. I’m proud and extremely fortunate to have been able to make a life where I can dress, socialize, exercise, work, play, and live in a way that fits me.
But then when it suits me I can ditch the dress and tights, put on one of my tailored suits and Brooks Brothers ties, and go command a room simply because of my race, gender, height, vocabulary, accent, and speech volume. Society has decided that, because of the way I look and speak, I get to be in charge. It makes no sense, and that’s how I live my gender in this society.
I’m enraged by the fact that we use gender as an indicator when seeking to measure someone’s ability or potential. I just don’t know what to say or do in my role as a submissive male that can make it better. Maybe that’s why this topic is so hard to write about: I don’t know where to start.
The system benefits me to a large degree, but as soon as I make my feminine side or my submissiveness part of the conversation, it starts to turn against me. I know there must be many males like me who don’t have the same ability that I do to express their feminine side or their submissive side because they are more exposed to our society’s backward and toxic male dominance.
I’m going to publish this, since writing draft after draft isn’t getting me anywhere. Hopefully better thinkers and writers than I can make the need for gender equality and the banishment of gender roles a reality.