Imagine There’s No Genders
Recent scientific discoveries indicate a wide range of diverse lifestyles and ways of being in the past
I’m happy with who I am. But is my general satisfaction with life exclusively due to my gender?
Not at all.
Bruce shocked me, once again, this morning when he said, “Imagine there’s no gender.”
Ten years ago on our cross-country trip from Philadelphia to Southern California, we had our first real argument.
We were driving west on I-10 through the Mojave Desert and Bruce asked about the dark rocks littered everywhere.
“Those are lava bombs,” I said. “I think there were a lot of volcanos out here. When I worked at the museum …”
Arrrrrr! Bruce torqued off. He refused to accept there were any volcanos around and no, those rocks weren’t lava bombs. The cone-shaped hills weren’t the proverbial volcanic cinder cones.
Who was right?
Why, me — the woman — of course.
“Why is he so angry about something like this?” I couldn’t understand. I thought it was just a learning experience.
Our personalities are such that I don’t feel badly when I’m mistaken. Bruce is different and dislikes…
