My name is Androgynia!

By Miss Androgynia
Photo by Hervé Cishahayo. Model: Santhiana Ndaye

I’m highly cognisant that women are very good with picking up new languages…in general. Does this mean that the more macho a guy, the less likely he is to understand the following language… perhaps…? Because the stereotype is that he should have a problem understanding anything at all… because butch and brains cannot co-exist… Anyway…

So I’m hanging with this 50 something year old mother of 3 who looks nothing like a mother, is very successful, very-anti-establishment, has a gruff voice, drinks and smokes, has loads of fun but is also very spiritual… Sort of like a South-African Cher. She talks in ethereal concepts and believes that humans are becoming more androgynous… Pause.

Androgyny is a term derived from the Greek words ανήρ, stem ανδρ- (anér, andr-, meaning man) and γυνή (gyné, meaning woman), referring to the combination of masculine and feminine characteristics. Sexual ambiguity may be found in fashion, gender identity, sexual identity, or sexual lifestyle. It could also refer to biological intersex physicality, especially with regards to plant and human sexuality. (Source: Wikipedia)

… This whole androgynous thing, I buy it! Though I’m sure it’s likely to make guys cringe!

Her idea is that the metro-sexual is an evolution of manhood to encompass physical, material, and emotional excellence. We are kindda like modern-day Greeks – where art, beauty, physicality, war, love, peace, music, poetry, architecture, sport, discipline, parties, philosophy, debate, science, discovery and folklore tradition were all woven together in priority. So what of women?

In 300 we see Leonadis’ wife say something like only “Spartan women give birth to real men”… Kind of an excuse to talk when she wants, even when the men are speaking… Meaning the women didn’t speak amongst men… Actually this has been practiced in a lot of places throughout history.

Every weekend I drink and smoke and shout and raise hell with equals, who are men… but when the older generation comes out, the girls gotta run behind a corner because “we were not raised equal to men, and being seen to be doing guy things is unacceptable”… We are only ‘equals’ momentarily… Like WTF?!

Yesterday a friend who is one of most free-spirited persons I know said something about ‘flickering light bulbs’ being a moment when she would like to have a man around – coz Joburg’ is cold now, fucken cold… the kind of cold that gets in you, that makes you walk funny, stabs at your back, then your arms, then your stomach, then… and then it is actually quite surreptitious coz you don’t really realise how cold it is because the sun is out dancing across the unfettered sun with no clouds… just sun; but when you breathe out the mist evaporates from your mouth so you realise it’s flippin cold! The kindda cold that makes u wanna snuggle… I hate such cold! I’m the kind who will wear half my wardrobe to ‘keep it out’…

You see, I grew up in Burundi; and when I was a munchkin I learnt about palm trees, beach sand, and a sun too hot you had to leave your fucken door open… I hate locked doors! I like open door policies – in everything: houses, work, relationships, thoughts… We gotta come and go as we please… which is some sort of policy of the new-age man and woman…. the androgynous ones at least. The independent ones… the happy ones… those that embrace all beautiful facets of live… those who can and will do anything… the beautiful ones… those who are not born yet… those that are evolved… those that are lonely… intrinsically lonely; because they are new to the world… because they are Gypsies – always moving for resource… just moving… always moving… coz staying still is only for the dead… and rambling is for the bored and the procrastinators… and reading this and making sense of it is for the nuts… but that’s why we love and keep you! HA HA HA!


Miss Androgynia currently lives and works in Johannesburg, South Africa

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