male

There are moments in which I curse my cromosome Y. I curse the fact that being born with the potential for more physical strength and having appendages make me a potential threat in your eyes.

Don't take it wrong, I do not hate my physical being. I nurture it as best I can, because it is what I have. It is what I am.

I only hurt that a friendship is seen as impossible, because others with similar characteristics have caused (and cause) so much harm.

I hurt that I am seen as a potential rapist, a maniac. If not by you, certainly it's part of the stigma I have to prove wrong everyday, by being me.

I wish sometimes that you'd see past that, and into me. Who knows, maybe you do...

Meanwhile, my father's bald patch glistens on the scant times the sun bothers to come out, my father's jawline needs shaving (or become furry), my father's sex lives in me, my father's eyes look at me in the mirror, and tell me:

"Are you a man as what you think a man should be?"

The answer is a rotund "yes", but it doesn't change anything.Racial profiling is viewed as racism...

What about gender profiling?