Why must there be only two sexes? Why are there not more than six billion?
Sometimes, either because we wish to be open-minded, or, perhaps, because we wish to be mean-spirited, we allow ourselves to see masculine characteristics in a female body and soul, or feminine characteristics in a male body and soul. But why? Why must some ways of moving through life be considered male or female? Why not each life in its singularity simply be what it is and become what it becomes, within a richness which vastly exceeds a world of two options?
Even such added distinctions such as gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered, as liberating as these distinctions might be, do not go far enough. They still play around the male/female borderlines. They still are far from acknowledging the over six billion genders which move within our world.
I wish to find ways to talk of people, and, more than people, to talk of life in its splendid diversity, in ways which acknowledge a uniqueness far outside simple hand-me-down distinctions, and certainly far beyond the most basic of distinctions-- male and female.
I wish to find ways to talk of people in languages profuse with colours.
I wish to think of the living of life as carrying textures, depths and elevations.
I wish to imagine our movements as in the midst of constant traffic, where we continuously have to negotiate our turns.
I wish to imagine bodies as always becoming and as eternally in rearrangement.
I wish to think of life as never, ever finished, never decided, and never truly describable.
I believe that by such imaginings we can, and we regularly do, live outside the simplicity of a world divided into two.