And So, I Became a Woman

I know where I come from but it took me 26 years to recognise it. I know that I was born a woman but it took me 24 years to discover it. My story is not unusual for the women of my generation and perhaps neither to those from “other times”. My words are born of my difficulty in inhabiting my woman’s body and of how I managed, in relationship, to give flesh to my body and light to my sleepless nights. I am going to talk about the private and public revolution I went through in order to recognise myself as a daughter and to inhabit the world from this, my woman’s body: of how the relationship with the Other (Woman) enabled me to take on the awareness of my being a woman. I will explain how my life experience in this, my body, is what drives my day-to-day, accompanying women in inhabiting their women’s body with enjoyment in infinite relationships among women, walking together beyond duality and intellectual thought. I will put words to this, my flesh, and those, my bones, those of a woman.