I do sometimes wonder, it seems so easy to go through life never questioning gender roles, sexual roles, religion or pretty much of anything else. Just accept that there are only men or women and that men are better at some things and women at others. That every one is straight unless led astray. A nice simple sunny little world, one that falls apart when you start asking questions. Nasty questions like is the gender I was assigned at birth because of my anatomy really correct? Is it wrong to find men, women and those that present as neither sexual attractive? Are there really only two genders? Seriously ask questions like these and the simple life goes down the drain. Is life worth the anguish trying to answer these questions can bring?
I think it is because for me the alternative was either a self induced lobotomy or a killing depression. So I ask the questions, try to find answers and endure the pain so hopefully I can live my life rather then some one else’s version of my life.