[The following is a blow-by-blow account of a therapy session. Probably uninteresting to most readers.]
So today when I went to see Dr. Miles we spent most of it talking about spirituality and
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I know, I know. I wasn't going to mention Frank. At all. I'm sure I've said that. I really wasn't planning to. Except that...
We started talking about spirituality and my "spiritual sense of myself as masculine" and a whole bunch of other New Age bullcrap. I'm getting this sense he's stuck thinking that I'm at some stage where I really am not sure about being a guy and yada yada. I've tried, numerous times now, to get it through his thick skull that I AM a guy, you could not convince me of it otherwise, and can we just get ON with it already? Naw, I have to first convince HIM that I'm a guy. I didn't realize it worked like that.
So, he gets that I'm skittish around the word "spiritual" and have a tendency to write off anything described by that word as total idiocy. So now I have another homework assignment (on top of finally writing my autobio, which he's desperate to see) - he wants me to read this book called
Journey of the Peaceful Warrior, so I understand this "spiritual" stuff he's talking about. I agreed to read it, but if it really is something my atheist self is going to find squicky, I guess I'll have to tell him "no can do."
So at that point...we got into a discussion of my masculinity and my spirituality and "discoveries about your sexual orientation."
At which point I think I blushed violently, and he said,
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