(P) Being male, being female

1/ Thread: It’s a curse of a curse to be a thing of man. A lumbering, swaggering, thinkering thing of a thing. A father, a brother, a husband, a mate, a friend or a bloke, a fella a guy. A builder. A planner. Protector. Swollen with duty and muscle to cast a veil over your loves

2/ You cannot stew in you the greatest creation, your young, so you must create outside of your body and protect a woman who can. From this close are careful duty do you emphasise and concentrate and make external all your creation. She multitasks, you focus.

3/ Yours is the uncertain platform of the new age and its modern adornments. You have spent hours upon this platform while she has always supported this, as her mother and grandmother did everyone before them.

4/ You have firework’ed outwards. She inwards. The great incandescent light written across god’s asks and the womb. You are different, beautiful, separate things. You meet like two fireworks crossing.

5/ You are yin and yan. You are separate not because nature makes some ugly divisions l, but because your separateness is beautiful, like a sun and a moon, a day and a night, a spring and and autumn. You have no need to be one another because all the ways you are are wonderful.