#1 – Was he saying I was a man with a vagina?
Snapshots over time. The epic crusade of finding my inner woman.
A couple of decades ago I had no clue what masculine and feminine principles were or why or how they were important for me.
Then I accidentally (?) found out when I went to a body-worker. (That’s a massage therapist with knobs on, btw.) I was hoping a visit would help loosen my back which had the mobility of a mountain.
Anyway, just so you know, body-workers don’t have vanilla candles or pan pipe music. No. They have one faded waterfall picture and they make you lie naked under a white sheet. Waiting. Waiting. I felt more vulnerable than a baby bird.
Didn’t help that my body-worker looked like Colin Firth. Or at least almost-Colin-Firth. Colin Firth with a monobrow and a cute potty tum.