This post is probably not going where you think it is. It's not a boy-version of "Cinderella Ate My Daughter" or a moral panic about ascribing gender roles at an early age - quite the opposite.
In the past several weeks I've become fascinated at the genderless quality of babies. Other than genitalia, which serves the same excretory purpose, I see few sex-defined traits. Bucket could easily be a boy or a girl and, other than what's hidden in his diaper, has no outward physical signs of behavioral indications of being one or the other. Hell, half the time his diaper is pink, purple, or leopard print. When I look at him I tend to think "baby" not "boy".
I like this genderless time. I want him to develop into the person his wants to be and not be shuttled into societally constructed gendered roles and categories.
I had more intelligent and thoughtful things on this that invoked Judy Butler and increased social commentary, but I was up with FussBucket at 12, 1, 3, 4, 5, 5:30, and 7:30, so I'm not running on a full tank right now.
The cat seems to have gotten her shit together, now kiddo has to figure out how to burp and fart. This actually isn't b/c he needs to fulfill some male coded behavior, but simply b/c we are sick and tired of hearing him scream b/c he has air bubbles trapped somewhere in his GI tract.
Let's see...This baby boy's father had beautiful blue eyes, an angelic face and no hair till he was 3 years old, so despite the fact that he was wearing a blue sailor suit, strangers would say, "She is sooo beautiful!!!" And I would smile and say, " Thank you!" Why bother to explain that "she" is really a "he"?
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