Polish Your Masculinity

An Experiment

One of the perks of being a feminist ally is gaining a new appreciation of social diversity. As your constructivist laser vision makes every fixed idea you ever entertained about gender crumble before your very own eyes, you start to feel lighter somehow, less encumbered by prejudice and the need to conform.

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A Semi-Autobiographical Story*

*) The events in question are fictionalized only insofar as my brain failed to recall them in the correct order and context. So to stitch it all back together took some narrative embellishments here and there. I recommend that you check out the first post I made about summer camp before delving into this one, so click here if you haven’t read it yet.

Only a few days after I had arrived home from camp, I found myself walking up a hillside, wheezing audibly with each step. I had been going by bike for as long as I didn’t mind passing over asphalt but quickly resorted to hiking after I had spotted a more appealing route at the roadside: an opening in the woods. I locked my bike to a post that was also a bus stop, crossed the road, and sped up the incline.

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Things Grow Small

‘I’m alive,’ said Douglas. ‘But what’s the use? They’re more alive than me. How come? How come?’ And standing alone, he knew the answer, staring down at his motionless feet.

— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

What, as a writer, are you supposed to do with an experience so monumental that it resists story, that it defies condensation into cold, deliberate type? I’m not going to lie to you: I’m at a loss. But I might as well give you some snippets.

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