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It is with caution that I reply to this. But reply I will.
While to the casual "Opt" (he/she who opts for clothing when it
is a stated option) may wonder at what you wrote, I am beginning
to understand something parallel to what I think you were getting
at. At any rate it is what I am getting at.
During my several hours of helping loving couples create body maps
in a formal way to a long-term positive attempt to stay ahead of
skin cancer (and other types palpable from the outside), I learned
a lot.
As the contacts increased and we worked together, it became very
evident that the outside of the human container bore little importance
to the kind of relationship we developed during those moments together,
there at Atika.
Believe it or not, by the end of the first day, I could look at
a human, male or female, and relate to the person inside ... because
that was what I trying to preserve.
There are only two types of humans: Female and Male. I have that on
good authority (mine ... by golly ... because I've looked! There ... I
said it!). The person inside is real. The person inside has two
functions: (1) to be a good human being and (2) take part in
reproducing the human race occasionally.
When each of us was at the point of becoming alive, some mechanism or
someone (and I use that terms to be very non-commital) flipped a coin
and we became either male or female as a result. We then grew up and
took part in the world.
I will tell you this. Had I not been fortunate enough to stumble
cold-turkey into Moonstone Beach, I would have never had that beautiful
opportunity to reach the point where "looking over the fence" so
to speak to reach the person, did not get all tangled up with whether
or not the person was a she or a he. And always wondering what
was under all that clothing.
You soon get past all those awful thoughts that press down on our
neighbors the opts. How sad for them not to share the freedom of
experiencing fellow humans in the real sense and not all fussed
up with covering -- both textile and psychological.
So your ancient communicators knew what they were doing. Now neat
it would be to know for sure.
Stan/
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