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Straight Female / 32
Coming To Terms With Being The One With A Uterus
One morning when I was naked in the bathroom with my also naked husband. For those few seconds we stood in front of the mirror and I saw something I had never paid attention to. Females, me, were really quite different than males, him.
Size, he was a full head taller, heavier, bigger all around, arms, legs, hands, feet. Beside him I was so small. After I dried off and he was in the shower I sat on my bed and thought about this. Voice, his voice is so much stronger and deeper. Body hair, I'm sure glad women don't grow body hair like men, face, back, chest, arms, legs. His physical strength is much greater than mine, his speed, his aim, his grip. No contest.
I started to think, if these outward manifestations are sexual differences, what other not so visible sexual differences are there? Aggressive, decisive, assertive, bossy, all those traits that piss me off.
For the next many months I talked to friends, read, threw out obvious biased articles. I sat with my also intelligent equally educated coworker and we agreed, males are superior to females. It's no contest. If they decide to dominate you, you're toast. But in our defense we perceive that and adapt quickly and avoid confrontation. We submit.
We are designed around our uterus, to protect it, nourish it, use it, transport it. Basically the uterus is the purpose of being female. The male's purpose is to impregnate and control the female so another male doesn't get to her uterus with his sperm. Forget birth control and you quickly find yourself having to contemplate your uterus. Why is it there? Why are males dominant over you? Makes sense to me, and my coworker. Nature doesn't mess around, it's only goal is procreation. So then, males are much more different than females than our socialized life wants to admit. And they hold the reins and females dance for them, to be chosen. Females choose males, or they believe they do, because the stronger male eliminates the competition. Literally, the last man standing. My hypothesis.
I'm only glad he chose me, and let me choose him. My uterus says so.
Size, he was a full head taller, heavier, bigger all around, arms, legs, hands, feet. Beside him I was so small. After I dried off and he was in the shower I sat on my bed and thought about this. Voice, his voice is so much stronger and deeper. Body hair, I'm sure glad women don't grow body hair like men, face, back, chest, arms, legs. His physical strength is much greater than mine, his speed, his aim, his grip. No contest.
I started to think, if these outward manifestations are sexual differences, what other not so visible sexual differences are there? Aggressive, decisive, assertive, bossy, all those traits that piss me off.
For the next many months I talked to friends, read, threw out obvious biased articles. I sat with my also intelligent equally educated coworker and we agreed, males are superior to females. It's no contest. If they decide to dominate you, you're toast. But in our defense we perceive that and adapt quickly and avoid confrontation. We submit.
We are designed around our uterus, to protect it, nourish it, use it, transport it. Basically the uterus is the purpose of being female. The male's purpose is to impregnate and control the female so another male doesn't get to her uterus with his sperm. Forget birth control and you quickly find yourself having to contemplate your uterus. Why is it there? Why are males dominant over you? Makes sense to me, and my coworker. Nature doesn't mess around, it's only goal is procreation. So then, males are much more different than females than our socialized life wants to admit. And they hold the reins and females dance for them, to be chosen. Females choose males, or they believe they do, because the stronger male eliminates the competition. Literally, the last man standing. My hypothesis.
I'm only glad he chose me, and let me choose him. My uterus says so.
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