Have a nice day.

There is a certain wiggle room allowed socially in how much boys and girls are allowed to flex within the confines of their gender roles.

Girls can wear pants but if she wears cargo pants, she must be a photographer, a lesbian or a safari woman (or all three).

Boys can wear skirts but only if they are kilts passed on from their grandfathers.

Girls can have short hair but only if they are Agyness Deyn, a lesbian, a military lady, or if they've experienced some sort of medical difficulty that causes them to lose hair - or if they wear super 'feminine' clothing.

Boys can have long hair but only if they're yoga instructors, selling you togas at Wreck Beach, metal heads or without access to proper barbering, scissors or razorblades.

Why, why, why?
Fuck the gender binary. I'm just getting so bored having to talk about it over and over again. Like beating a dead horse, but don't worry, I'll keep beating it.

Note: the aim is not a sexless population but rather a population where roles are not prescribed. When we are born, there should be a wealth of options of how to identify and I think we all deserve the right to be able to choose from that from purely our own biases, not from what is pressed on us from a billion different angles. When those options are all level with eachother, then we can start talking about how much of our gender is inherited and how much of it is in-born.

"I have made a great discovery. What I love belongs to me." - From a photo that Andy Warhol took of a quote by Elizabeth Asquith Bibesco.

And if it isn't yours, your love inevitably inherits it as a part of you. And there, it will make you happy. And there, you will feel love for it and the postivity of that will make it worth exponentially more. Love is created. Not a given.

Image from A Patch of Skye