Sex Games
No, it's not a comment on the ridiculous Danish title of the film 'Cruel Intentions' - don't get me started on that.
This is a (sort of) continuation from my last post. I was reading one of the Danish equivalents to 'Metro', or 'London Lite' or whatever, which is called 'Nyhedsavisen' (I just realised that it's quite a witty title, as it basically means 'news paper'. 'Newspaper' as us Brits know it, is just 'en avis'. Ha ha ha - the mighty Danish wit). Anyway. There was an article about how childrens sexual games are OK, and parents shouldn't worry. It was stuff along the lines of how they play 'doctor', and 'family', and show each other their...front bottoms and back bottoms and stuff (incidentally, what is the girl version of 'willy'? Is it 'fanny'? I hate that word. In Danish they are 'tissemand' and 'tissekone' respectively, which translate to 'peeman' and 'peewife'. Actually, 'tissemand' could be 'peehusband', as 'peewoman' would be 'tissekvinde'. I don't know why it's not. Come to think of it, I don't know what I'm going on about). I'm not sure if I was in a bracket then, but it felt like the end of one, so I put one in.
Anyway. Bascially; it's normal behaviour and part of growing up. Parent's shouldn't worry if they see their child touching themselves, or others etc etc etc. But, it also went on to say that it is normal for a 3 - 7 year old to play at being the opposite sex. Which is interesting. Do we try it on for size? See what we're comfortable in? I know that I played these games when I was young (I don't remember how old), and I was always the 'man', and years later, here I am, two boobies and a tissekone but not so interested in the men. Did the games I play as a child have influence on this? Did I just feel more comfortable in a 'man's role' (whatever that may be)? Here's a thought that'll make some people go nuts; did I choose to be gay?
Perhaps I did. But in a subconscious way. Perhaps everything I was surrounded by, from the colour of my bedroom walls, to the toys I played with, to the fact that my Ma wanted another boy, and to the games I played with other children my age, perhaps these all went in to my head, and I decided (again; subconsciously), that I felt more 'right' in the 'male role'. I hate writing that, because it kind of defeats the purpose of everything I've written, but you know what I mean.
Are we really born as a clean tablet on which nothing is written? Quite possibly. I like to think so. I do not mean in anyway whatsoever to imply that these choices can be reversed; they become ingrained in a way that is rarely changeable, and I for one am 99% positive I will never marry a man - but - you never know.
I love the fact that I live in a world where I can be with the woman I love, and a man can be with another man. I'm so glad I didn't have to grow up hiding my preference and risk being an outcast if it ever came to light. I love that people are becoming more open to the idea that one person can love another one - regardless of race, religion etc, and sex, and if they choose to, they can love both 'sexes' equally. I guess they just never made up their mind as I did. Who really cares who loves who? If it's love, hell, it's all good.
Ramble ramble ramble ramble.