frowned upon

why is it that the vast majority of female writers only write from the female perspective? or, rather, why can male writers "convincingly" capture the female in fiction, like preserving the delicate body of a butterfly between two sheets of glass, and female writers not manage to pin down the male vis a vis the same literary form? is that indicative of the male and female gender roles in the larger framework of life? why are women writers marginalized and thought only to be good at portraying a limited number of characters: the woman in love, the woman who has unrequited love, the woman waiting for love, the woman who is not complete, or happy, without a man.

of course we write best at what we know, and as women, we know ourselves. still i despair over the limited sphere of influence we have, in real life, and even, somehow, in fiction (where all rules are perverted and turned inside out, upside down). can't we escape our bodies, our laid out accepted roles for once? i want to feel the freedom of being a man - not being tied down, or rooted. the enormity of being burdenless.

i will write myself as a man, reform my identity in the realm of fiction. i do not want to BE a man physically, but i want to be perceived as a man, if that makes sense. i want to be powerful and important.

i will erase all traces of my feminity (or the conspicuous parts) and swagger like the man i wasn't born to be in my story. it will be tough, but i will try to do it to prove that it is possible. this is my next project.