I knew I was talking about something else before the last journal entry.

I was talking about sex.

What is there to know about sex?

Coffee done right is no substitute for sex. You might think it is because you haven’t had sex in ten years, but it’s not.

I feel as if my feminine is talking to me instead if balanced. 

Yes, you are correct.

Who else would instruct you on pleasing a woman?

Right, I get it. And the masculine instructs a woman on how to please a man.

Well, if they listen to what their body tells them, and if they’re balanced, and, and, and you get the point.

Right. Because I’m in touch with my feminine,  I can dialog with myself as feminine to figure shit out.

Indeed.

This is the basis of what sex can be.

If one listens to the other half of one’s being, one can find balance.

However, the whole gender thing, pink is for girls, blue is for boys, that’s bullshit. 

Gender roles fuck people up as children. They are taught as if they are a boy or girls, and what they learn is based on that frame of mind.

So, let me get this straight.

We get born.

I got born, and because I was considered to be a boy, the rules are different. Had I been born a girl, the rules would be different.

Learning that I was a boy and everything that goes along with it, fucked me up.

Yes.

You understand perfectly. 

It made sense. 

Making you learn to never quote, find your own way of putting it, has done wonders for your understanding.  You grow wiser every day.

Thank you.