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It's a convoluted question with which I may well live the rest of my life since my status as a new wife. That question arises internally when I meet him, and it is also that we continually try to impose myself from social stereotypes that have more or less integrated. We do that with comments like: "Ah ... this is really a reaction Woman, "a woman would not do that" or "we can see that you've been a man to act or react that way!". So fuck all right-thinking. A real woman is the woman I was in my brain to my birth, which I am now anatomically and one I'll be in my thoughts, my actions and my whole being. Voila! I would add that I love more the question: "What is a real woman?" And I try to be as true as possible, every day of my life.
In anthropology, a science that I've studied, I learned that several companies had rites pitches that allowed just make a differentiation between the adolescent (teenager) and women (men) and a third gender (eg, Berdashe among Native Americans) also allowed to include in a group who "does were not real "or, more specifically," those who had the blessing of the gods to be born with two spirits, male and female. " These companies had already understood that nature and human nature are perhaps not binary (man / woman), as our societies, so-called civilized fun to believe ...