YOPJ - I'm No Traditional Woman

Being raised by a "Martha Stewart" of hostesses does not a hostess make. I'm living proof. Maybe my dear auntie didn't get to me soon enough but that woman could cook and cater like no one else I knew and I lived with her during my formative teens. My mom was okay, too. Actually, mom is the one I take after in that way; but she didn't make herself. I'd really like to know who's fault it is, honestly, that I am no domestic goddess. I'm going to blame the Great Spirit. Gee, thanks, Dad!    
      
But you can still be a mother, right? Apparently so! All it takes is a gay man in a woman's body - who loves to dress in drag - to impress the preferred sex. I am one of those monsters who nailed a good traditional man for all my womanly needs. Poor sap.      
     
I hate to say it, but my mind and body feel slightly mismatched. Maybe it's a delusion, maybe it's real. For sure my husband is attracted to my body and heart, but my mind is like a box of chocolates. Nobody likes every chocolate in there, or do they?? I don't care. I don't like every chocolate in there.      
       
If anybody out there has a course in traditional female ideals, on bringing out the ultimate inner female, bring it to my attention! In the meantime I plan to master the self help of surviving womanhood in a confusing era.