Also this story is essentially about  a Harish feminist

and it makes me happy.  He’s like “…IDK it’s weird that we assign shit to ‘this or that side’ of our natures, can’t we just… fight and cry and whatever and shit without being like ‘and then I was showing my soume side and’… because y’ know that’s fucking weird, we’re integrated beings, not two humans mashed together and like even if we were even THEY weren’t like that?  Also ya’ll have a loooot of leftover toxic masculinity… the weird sea anemones between my legs have sweet fuck all to do with ‘governing my personality’ or whatever, and oh look I can wear flowers and makeup and still be ouana as fuck… also why does it always have to be somebody has to be ouana and somebody has to be soume… have you hara seriously not figured out head?”