Serendipity

I’m sitting in the car on my way home from Stockholm right now. We were at my boyfriends old place to get his bed to our place.
I’ve always said that I’m part man, part woman. But I’m starting to realize that I’m more woman than I think.
So, we’re at my bf’s old place. It’s me, him, his dad and the friend who he lived with in Stockholm. They decide that the young guys should take it down the stairs while daddy prepares the car. So what do I do? I hold up the doors for them. And when I try to help, everything goes wrong. I just don’t know how to tie the bed to the car, or how to help in any other way. This isn’t a descision I make. I don’t know how to help because that’s the way I’m raised. I’m raised like a girl, even though my parents tried hard to raise me like a human, not a girl. But what parents do isn’t everything that matters.
To raise humans instead of boys and girls, every single now living person have to realize that the actual differences between the sexes is minimal, and there is few moments why they matter.
My parents made a great job raising me. Really. It’s people around them and the whole society that made something wrong. And it’s my and my generations responsibility as parents (when we get there), and of course now as influences to the kids, to change that.