I was borne to thrive under a matriarchy
With feelings as a child drifting ever so softly
Deeper into the realm of the feminine
And with a heart always a’flutter
To the utterly enticing  beauty of mother.

Like Mau’dib upon Arrakis was I as a youth
so precociously inclined towards the Bene Gesserit mind
that woman culled me emotionally, spriritually,
calling me ”the bright young cutie”:
--and accepting me practically as one of their own kind.
 
Yet the male world would not let me be:
Constantly tempering, prodding, challenging me
To flex and harden, to bite the apple
And go down on Eve like a fucking bronco
thus assuring expulsion from the Goddess’ Garden.

But a true champion of neither world would I grow to be
For I played both right down the middle:
A facile, simultaneous engagement of both equally.
Effectively hermaphroditic would I become
In the true Buddhist sense, half-monk, half-nun.

Does the world have a circus for spiritual oddities?
Souls half-baked in two separate psychic ovens?
Half Gingerbread Girl and Bread Pudding Boy?
Metaphorically endowed with a Barbie’s tits and a Ken’s….what?
A circus where, while entertaining the world, we can find our own?

Or is Life just again half the profile…awaiting Death—the other?
For from that which we came, shall we not return?
And is that not an otherworld archetype, Father-Mother?
The dream beyond the sleep.
The quest beyond bequests.

In response to a challenging request from woodnymph...This is where I live...

But this is how I live:

...tools of the trade: sun, satellite uplink. amd suds. 

At first, I thought this was a display of exorbitance and flamboyance.  But I now realize that this is essentially a pursuit of excellence:

Garage wines are the in-thing in Bordeaux. In the past, big estates were characterised by the brands they made on their large tracts of land. Largely the brainchild of Rolland, garage wines adopt a Burgundian approach: you select a minute piece of soil and throw a small fortune at it. You pare down the yields to nothing but a few healthy grapes and vinify them in spanking new oak barrels, then charge a king's ransom for a few oversubscribed bottles.

—Giles MacDonogh, "Depardieu with a nose for glamour," The Financial Times (London), May 4, 2002