
God, they're annoying and irritating.
Actually they're closer to boring.
Don't get me wrong, there are men (and some women...like Rosie O'Donnell (I'm still tripping on the act that the world reacted when she came out...was that really a secret? Terry McMillan. I'd say more on Terry's....masculine strength energy but I'm afraid one day she might...you know...kick my ass. Go all Furiosa on me like I was trying to stop the breast milk tanker or something. Digression....)


I have known since I was a child that I would die for a child, for children. If there was a truck barreling down the road, a kid in the street---no hesitation, I would gladly, almost gleefully honor my self, my creator, knock the kid out of the way and take death.
I would also kill for children.

I spew the above because it's a feminine growl, roar within me. Now I'm over 6 feet tall, I've sounded like James Earl Jones since the third grade (freaking out teachers, allowing me to be truant and call up schools and pretend to be my stepfather and get the lead of Santa Claus once as a 10 year old), I've exercised, jogged, run marathons, lifted weights, done Ashtanga yoga---hurt my knees, went and got a Pepsi and plan out Haagen Daz because pffft, come on---I'm gonna eat the whole pint in a sitting---all of this had lead to my playing between 200 and 250lbs for about 20 years (there was a brief stint in undergrad when I got moving/exercising, like a lot,m and got down to 170lbs. People thought I was dying. But ironically I also had dreds down to my ass (I'd like to formally throw out that I was the first to weave in a colored---like Kool Aid red or white dred---red for passion, for being a phoenix, white for sageness, for wisdom learned---yeah, I've been....interesting over the years.) I'm a big, manly, Alpha by testosterone balance (yeah I actually know that---look up the Alpha Beta test on here), deep voiced, honestly, hung (no, I've never measured; when asked I tell people I focused instead on becoming a man rather than measuring appendages that my atelier doesn't have to make regular clothing adjustments for), I've only been mugged once in Brooklyn at 16 because I ignored my instincts and walked into the Chinese restaurant that a gang was sitting in.... I've been in a few fists fights, one in the past few years when someone got lippy with me in my house, my house!---I will fuck you up if you come for me, but all of that masculine energy stuff?

It's high end feminine energy.
Now let me clarify. I don't like shopping with women for stuff (though I have a good fashion eye I like to think); I don't like frilly, weak, girly-girl stuff or women for that matter; I detest misogyny.
Remember Madge Sinclair?
That kind of Queenly feminine energy?
That's what I feel inside.
I feel it from the perspective, the heaviness of a Queen, a ruler, sovereign.
I have always elected since I was child that I am sovereign unto myself.
I will never meet the Queen of England...because like Ava Gardner, I'll never kneel before another bitch.
It gets scarier.


I tend to intimidate people. I accept this now. I didn't before, I think that's where I got the Disease to Please flu from. I used to be so careful with people. I even used to modulate the volume of my voice so I wouldn't frighten small children, women, men, dogs, adults, cars.




However I believe it's just energetic switch hitting, there are masculine things about myself that I like---the height. Short people are funny. Being paid more. Being able to walk unmolested by comment or hands on streets, night or day (except you know, in the deep South or by certain police stations...though my brief stint in jail? I was safe. And well regarded by the male prisoners and guards. I ran that bitch and was only challenged by another big Black man who said he was calling me out to stop fucking with them so much---that's a whole other tale...)
I love my Pashmina scarves. I have like 100. I like men's shoes and boots that have a good, solid heel on them though. I rarely wear sneakers or flats, I have trouble walking without a heel. Go figure. And no, I have no transsexual yearnings or desire. I've had several trans friends, even wrote the book (tranny by Kyle Phoenix on Amazon---shameless plug) so I know that trope inside out. No desire there to cut, fold, tuck, invert or insert artificial anything, ever. Though, Seinfeld-yes, there's nothing wrong with that, in my opinion.
I stop and look in store windows wistfully and think if I were a woman I'd rock the hell out of that. But curiously I have no desire to you know buy the outfit and stumble through the Village like Jeffrey Tambor in Transparent or anything. Never have. That long ago Halloween was my last foray. Though I have a killer gender bender costume in mind from a Gustav Klimt painting.


I don't think feminine is better or worse than masculine, male or female, I think that whole war of the sexes argument, discussion is trivial bullshit too. I think we have work to do on Earth and I don't have time to measure cocks to clits.
Embrace yourself.
I do.
I am sovereign unto myself.
Smile, Kyle
Reincarnation???