I love doing things with another woman. Exploring our world together. Oh God that sends shivers through me. Another woman. It is so amazing to say that. I mean I can say “I am a woman” but that is like an assertion, something that while its real also sounds kinda defensive. But “I am going to hang out with another woman” sounds so matter-of-fact and like so normal and ‘hey there is nothing special here, it’s just how it is’ makes my head spin. Being a woman with other women is like so, so wonderful, so so fulfilling, so makes my life worth something that I get, like, so emotional and so tearful just thinking about it. But the irony is that I always want it to be special. Normal and special together. I don’t want to get up feeling this is just going to be another day as a woman. And yet I do! This does make my head spin but in a good way. Just being one of the girls yet feeling so special being one of the girls. Sure it’s confusing but ambiguity always is and I’ve had to deal with enough of that!
