Gender role Stories

I wasn’t very impressed with Jess the first time I met her, or at least I didn’t want to be. I was still pissed off about what happened between Paul and me a couple of weeks ago, and I wasn’t in any mood to play nice with some new girl moving in. She had brown hair and dressed like she always did: tee shirt, sports bra, athletic shorts, tube socks, sometimes with shin guards when she was getting serious, and of course, so...

Are we not both roses grown from the same bush, Budding and blooming with petals grown flush? Are your leaves green as the green of my own? Do your thorns not prick as mine own be known? Surely our scent be the same, for how could it not? Yet you’re praised as sweet while I’m passed and forgot. Does the red hue burn brighter in you, Or are you more soft and supple in view? My stalk stands strong and my nectar is sweet, So...