Going Down!

Dyads are socially ~90% male/female with the rest being same sex, obviously.  Please note, this does not include trans/genderfluid/genderqueer folks, mostly because we are glancing through the looking glass of the majority.  Most folks don’t really look for gray areas here probably because most folks only deal with the gray area of social sex in theory.  Of course, you and I, dear reader, are acutely aware now that there is no absolute even in this regard.  There is plenty of gray area, and the gradations are infinite and only slightly discrete.

Two becomes one at sufficient distance, and the inverse is true when both variables are inverted.  Approximation of the observer initiates conceptually improbable spacial relations with confusion thereto and a separation of the dyad on the basis of notions of size and shape.  Noticeable contact is effectively equal and opposite reactions primarily with some small degree of inertia, and all forces can be qualified in force and acceleration toward and away at the same time.  Proximal contact-motion here is zero sum by definition.  Coordinated waves of motion form the basis of macro-interaction with a push-pull displacement being also the theme of micro-interaction.  Gravity and charge create attraction and repulsion, and even those smallest parts of an individual so near those small parts of another are effectively a million miles away.  At such a minuscule frame of reference, loneliness and isolation are the de facto themes.  Unavoidable and absolute, here everything is alone.  An impenetrable space for anything but itself, even those closest are pushed away by forces unseen, yet attracted by the same.  Here, true and honest contact is only possible with adequate distance, which is how it goes most times down here.

Suppose it is the case that I am socially male.  Then, when in the company of my lovely assistant in the wild, as it were, we are but a popular dyad.  We deviate little and raise few questions.  Now keep in mind the binary is alive and well in the minds of the majority, so though we are very aware all dichotomies are false, you can’t save everyone from old ideas.  So, were I to present as female out and about, then we become potentially a platonic dyad with the potential to meander into a more relationship-based pair.  Will this cause problems?  Who knows?  Does it matter?  Who cares?

Honestly, the reactions of them asses* are more or less not predictable given current information.  Of course, there will be more here as more is learned.  Of course, I think that if we simply avoid redneck bars and car shows, we’ll be just peachy.  I think that’s pretty good advice for anyone, actually.  Anywhere there is the possibility of a rumble concerning the superior qualities of a certain make of truck is probably not a place for either us or you, dear reader.  We are all too sexy for that nonsense anyway.

*If that doesn’t make sense, say it out loud kind of fast.  That is probably how Engels wanted it written until Marx reminded him that clever insults and puns are no way to form a system of government.