I Find The Question Of Whether Gender

Maybe Love Is Like Rain. Sometimes Gentle, Sometimes Torrential, Flooding, Eroding, Joyful, Steady, Filling The Earth, Collecting In Underground Springs. When It Rains, When We Love, Life Grows.

Everything About Women Is In Perpetual Crisis.

For A Man To Be A Man, Did He Have To Be A Soldier, Or At Least Prepare Himself For War? For A Woman To Be A Woman, Did She Have To Be A Mother, Or At Least Prepare Herself To Raise Children? Soldiers And Mothers Were The Sacrificial Couple, Honored By Statues In The Park, Lauded For Their Willingness To Give Their Lives To Others.

At A Time When Efforts Are Being Made To Eradicate Discrimination Between The Sexes In The Search For Social Equality And Justice, The Differences Between The Sexes Are Being Rediscovered.

I Find The Question Of Whether Gender Differences Are Biologically Determined Or Socially Constructed To Be Deeply Disturbing.