small sip - anticipating a dinner date

Today I am being take out for dinner – it’s ‘a date’! And I turn to where I am in my current re-reading [Sophie Strand’s ‘The Flowering Wand’] and read: ‘Am I a man? A woman? Both? Let us wait before we answer. Answers tend to end stories…. Perhaps, freed of the stories we thought we were bound by, we will stumble on more fertile narratives about what it means to embody the masculine.’ I'm definitely up for a fertile narrative! It feels rather cool: free from expectation or any agenda. Perhaps this is since my ‘manhood’ (and yours if you will) is already ‘erect and commanding’ embraced by my ‘womanhood’, being a gender-full and unnameable. I’m mildly curious to see which aspects come out to play… with a little frisson of joy… p.s. My ‘milk family’ are more interested in my date than I am - but they (and you) are not getting a post-date update! #date #romance #gender