What often amazes me is that it is not entirely obvious that we on the one hand are identified with the presence of our body, and our physical existence characterized by our gender. On the body as our physical experience of ourselves as human beings made of flesh and blood. And on the other hand, that we are our psychic existence, the psychic reflection as our very own version of our inner opposite sex. We are brought up to usually see our physical gender through the culture we grow up with. Which also makes us look at our inner opposite sex in a strange way. It becomes impersonal in a way that ends up in conflict with what this is within us. But regardless of which we identify with, we are both of them. From time to time one is more prominent than the other, and sometimes we need to relate with one more than the other. But usually these inner contradictions are transferred to others in various ways as our inner battlefield in our outer environment. Either way, both are equally real to me. But when we mix them up, nobody feels good in any relation to them, and we have prejudices about everything from masculinity, femininity, homosexuality to transsexuality. But really it’s about the relationship each of us has with how we meet them in ourselves. We are all of them, and a relationship we develop to our psychic consciousness.
In old Sami thinking of this experience, they are both present as a reality in relation to psychic adulthood and Liejbbeålmáj all the time. But even they have been screwed up by how we “should” look at ourselves in order to be seen, and to feel witnessed by the other. By cultural and political correctness, and its constant intellectal recursion.