Am I a parent, or am I a mother?
Am I a uterus, or am I a person?
It sounds funny, but actually, it’s quite serious. From the age of eleven, I have been reminded every few weeks of my ‘reproductive potential’. Now, in my mid-forties, the odd sweat emanating from my left armpit as I embark on an apparently one-sided menopause, reminds me of that potential coming to an end. Now more than ever, I am consciously unpicking what it means to be a woman. What it is that really constitutes the ‘feminine’ and the ‘masculine’ beyond body parts and hormones? What are the scientific facts about ‘gender’ and how many of my assumptions are the result of nothing more than cultural mythology and social conditioning?*
I have always bought into the idea of ‘the feminine’ as a universal principle. I absorbed the western interpretation…
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