No male or female in Christ

I've become too effeminate. You can't be effeminate and do the Work. I really believe it helps to do physical workouts when you are in a real Work effort stage, for instance. Cut your hair. I'm speaking of states that occur in men and women. Notice, for instance, seemingly all Christian pastors/academics are effeminate. I don't mean sashaying gay. But I do mean effeminate. Of course we don't really want them coming on like Marine drill sergeants either. Once regenerated there is no male or female in Christ. That troubling verse in the non-canonic Gospel of Thomas too (troubling to new age types) where it says women must become men.

Actually I picture grail knights as being somewhat rock starish androgynous. That is not to say 'effeminate' in the way the wishy-washy soft-spoken, lukewarm type Christian men are. That just means men come in the direction of female the way female must come in the direction of men. A lot of weirdness, thick waists, deepening voices, emotional idiocy, inane ideology are involved in this subject when talking about the unregenerate, common types in the world.

So I say "I've become too effeminate." Someone on the opposite side could say, "I've become too manful." (Found that word just now looking for an antonym of effeminate, manful.)

You don't want to be too effeminate or too manful, whatever you are. Those are worldly roles. Wordly states.

Achilles was not like the Incredible Hulk. He played a lute.

I guess for a female example this Prologue to Middlemarch George Eliot wrote comes to mind. Actually it's the first paragraph of the Prologue:

"Who that cares much to know the history of man, and how the mysterious mixture behaves under the varying experiments of Time, has not dwelt, at least briefly, on the life of Saint Theresa, has not smiled with some gentleness at the thought of the little girl walking forth one morning hand-in-hand with her still smaller brother, to go and seek martyrdom in the country of the Moors? Out they toddled from rugged Avila, wide-eyed and helpless-looking as two fawns, but with human hearts, already beating to a national idea; until domestic reality met them in the shape of uncles, and turned them back from their great resolve. That child-pilgrimage was a fit beginning. Theresa's passionate, ideal nature demanded an epic life: what were many-volumed romances of chivalry and the social conquests of a brilliant girl to her? Her flame quickly burned up that light fuel; and, fed from within, soared after some illimitable satisfaction, some object which would never justify weariness, which would reconcile self-despair with the rapturous consciousness of life beyond self. She found her epos in the reform of a religious order."

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Maybe another to say the above is you won't want to be too soft or too hard.