I'm a man, well kinda

I have always been told in one way or another that I am masculine. It began as a child when the neighborhood kids would call me a Tom Boy. Then continued through out the years. In my first college class ever I had one of the coolest professors to date. His name was Doctor Dan. He amazed me by welcoming confrontation to his class and I amazed him by bringing it. One day while the entire class is discussing proper edict for the sexes he makes a comment about women being more passive and less likely to speak up in class. Before I could open my mouth to rebuttal he says "of course Shiela doesn't fall into that category in any way. No offense." And none was taken, in actuality I was proud of myself at the moment. I had become a social force rather then a product. I was ecstatic.
I tell you this to explain my point of view on the next subject. House work. Now traditionally women cook and clean. Men are catered to and essentially "raised" along with the children. This drives me crazy. I refuse to believe that a man is above pushing a mop around the floor. This is a point of constant tention between myself and my hubby Crow. We love each other deeply and are, for the most part, content with our lives. But I am constantly irked by his lack of will to clean. If I leave for a couple of days I know when I get home dishes are waiting and laundry needs to be done. Since my gender identity is more masculine I end up yelling and bitching at him. But it isn't his fault he just was raised to believe in classic gender roles and then somewhere along the lines he fucked up and married me. hehe. So what's a girl, who acts like a boy, to do? I'll tell you. Keep cleaning the house and bitching to her brother because I have a pretty good thing going here and I shouldn't let myself lose it just because I have to clean the house. Now if you will excuse me I must pretend that I am a woman and I know how to fold the clothes. By the way does anyone know if you are supposed to fold underwear or not??