||[Oct. 6th, 2004|04:09 pm]
My Sunday was amusing. I went to an art festival with a friend of a friend who manages the collections for a local modern art museum. That was nice because she knew everybody and introduced me to many. I met some of her dyke friends, a very impressive couple of deep voiced and straight eyed women whom I looked at with great admiration and envy.
I don't know why, but I felt energized by them. So happy to see the gender divide broken that way too. Masculine women are the ones I feel the most at ease with, because there is so much less of that game of attraction, so much more direct and frank relation.
I also had breakfast with the rather opposite type of woman, the sweetest looking deep eyed fair skinned marvel of creation. And I didn't blush while talking to her. Or so I think... eep.
It is sad that I still am unable to relate to a feminine woman in the same way I relate to a man or a masculine woman. Why is that so? Is it due only to me and my a-priori? Or is it because their adopting a feminine behavior is a barrier erected to prevent direct and frank relation.
I resent feminine people sometime (even though I am kind ‘a feminine myself).
Anyway, those are interesting times.