Stretching My Limits

I am currently in the midst of an experiment, taking some time off from being Janie, and seeing how it feels to just be a guy for a bit.

At first, it seemed a hopeless undertaking.  I’d catch myself rubbing my smooth thighs together without even realizing I was doing it, or find myself perched on a chair in a ladylike manner.  I began to feel that Janie might always bleed through and the experiment would be doomed.black velvet yoga leotard

But, a little time has cured that problem – for the most part.  I have remained in male mode for the better part of a week now, and I haven’t really missed  being a girl too much, at least not yet – although I must confess that I haven’t had a single sexual thought in a while.

Then again, I have just been living the life mundane. I have been busy with work and a few social obligations that would have required the male of me in any event.

The rest of the time, I have been doing a lot of soul-searching about my dual existence – and some good has come of that, which I will share in later posts.

Today, my regular exercise program called for yoga.  I may have revealed this before, but I’ll mention it regardless; my guy-side doesn’t do yoga.  Or, maybe it is that yoga doesn’t do my guy-side.  What I’m saying is that yoga makes me feel like a girl.  The moves are graceful, and the whole spirit of the practice is so feminine to me that I never would have taken it up if not for Janie.

pink yoga outfitI could have skipped it and tried to find another way to maintain my flexibility, more in keeping with my masculinity, but I didn’t just want to do a stretching session.

And, I keep thinking how stupid I am for confining this activity to my female side.

This may be the canary in the coal mine, so to speak.  I mean, I have made a point (here, for example) of saying how I don’t like the idea of mixing my feminine and masculine sides, and that the feminine things I do, I insist on doing as a girl.

This is serious business when it comes to sexuality, but it applies for me to many non-sexual activities as well.  But isn’t yoga carrying things a bit too far?

Maybe it shows how rigid my thinking is and that I should expand my definition of masculinity.

Then again, maybe not.

I mean, maybe objectively, or politically, or just in the minds of other people, this might be the right approach.  But, for me, I can no more do yoga (properly) and feel like the man that I imagine myself to be than swing a sledge hammer and feel feminine (unless I swing like a girl).