Lesbian tongue in cheek

I spent the day unsuccessfully flailing in a variety of tasks. I am a terrible multitasker: I think when I was programmed as gay in the womb, multitasking sort of fell off one of my X chromosomes, along with the ability to walk in heels. I find it somehow disconcerting to feel as if I am walking downhill when I am in fact doing otherwise. (Perhaps there is a deeper metaphysical fear within this.)

Of course, while eschewing many gender roles, I cling to some of the female prerogatives conferred at birth by my extra X nevertheless. These include the "it is a woman's prerogative to change her mind" clause, along with the "I may cry over spilt milk and gorge myself on chocolate on the first day of my period" clause, and the "when something is half price I therefore save that amount instead of spending it" logic. In fact, as a Libran, indecision is a quality I take something approaching defiant pride in. Also, being in a gay relationship means by extrapolation that I am going out with another womb-bearer, who knows when comfort and cocoa is craved.

All of these typecast stereotypes can serve one well, if used sufficiently sparingly. The other proviso being that unwelcome stereotypes are not thrust upon one; should that be the case I would not be myself and instead be a mere approximation of a "representative" group of people, and really- mathematically speaking- who wants to be average now?