Feminine for Real

To the boy who told me I wasn’t “the real feminine” when I chose a tuxedo over a dress.

Do you really mean what you just said?

Could you repeat that please?

I’m “not the real feminine?”

What does that even mean?

You know I’m female right?

So I’m female but not feminine enough for your failure to understand that there is no real feminine, that there is no real masculine, there is only human?

So I’m female but I dress against your antiquated and overrated rules? Clothes have a purpose and it’s not to please you.

So I’m female. Does my power scare you? Does it un-man you? Does it terrify you that I’m not cowed by your confidence? That I’m not manipulated by your mansplain? That I’m not put down by your put-down?

So I will ask you again, do you really mean what you just said?