Fascinating derivative of latin origin, the term, applicable to me, is one that has fallen from common use over the years, and yet it has such wonderful value in terms of applicability to the circles in which I find myself…

It is the contentious focal point of the fights I was in, the source of much consternation and personal harm, the weapon of choice through denial and conformity.

It is what is, what I am, and though many will seek to take such from me, it is that thing they cannot, in the end, achieve, for it is who and what I am.

Muliebrity is a complex concept, not easily described.  On asking the fundamental question of what it is, people will say they know, and scoff at the question, and yet they cannot quite describe it without referencing it’s antonym negatively (describing what it is not) and so one is inclined, of course, to ask them to describe the antonym, and they end up describing it in terms of what it is n0t, which is, of course, muliebrity.

This circular argument, this strange way of avoiding the question, this in ability to describe what this particular essence is, what makes it tick, is why there are such amazing and fundamental arguments around it.

And when pushed, confined, restricted, people react ever worse, lashing out at those who dare question them on something they cannot answer because they do not know how to describe it, do not know how to give it form, to grant it being.

It is ineffable, beyond the ability of people to describe, one might think, and yet there are such noble gifts in us that one can only find such a thought to be best approached with skepticism, for it is still there, still waiting to be described, and yet…

Until it is described, those who use it as a weapon can, at best, merely fail, and, in so doingm demonstrate that they themselves do not, in fact, know what it is anymore than anyone else.

It is mine, though.  I possess it, and no force on earth can take it away from me.