Title and image source from this Mastodon toot by fatsam@mstdn.social. I even took the damn title because I couldn’t think of anything more apt.
As always, respect my trans homies or I make your pronouns was/were.
Title and image source from this Mastodon toot by fatsam@mstdn.social. I even took the damn title because I couldn’t think of anything more apt.
As always, respect my trans homies or I make your pronouns was/were.
That topic has been a source of my contemplation for today as well.
I often consider myself to be genderfluid, but often question myself on whether it’s an actual feeling of another gender or longing to be accepted for who I am by both women and men.
I am caring, I am gentle, I am soft and non-competitive, I am the housekeeper, I do understand women more than men very often, I relate to their vision, yet I am a man. I am perseverant, strong, protective, I know my bearings and I grapple hard onto them. And no one will be there to tell me how to behave, what to wear, who to hang out with. Screw that.
Why should things that we should celebrate in all people be gender locked?
I’m a woman, I have male friends like you describe and I cherish them. Their femininity or gentleness are the anything else don’t make them any less of men, they just happen to be very good men that I’m glad to know.
I find myself wondering if I’m actually nonbinary or just absolutely sick of gendered traits being used prescriptively. Does it matter whether or not you’re nurturing if you feel like a woman?
But then outside of gendered traits, I’m kind of at a loss for what feeling like anything looks like.
At the very least I know I dislike traditional gender roles enough to eschew them all in favor of the “no label” enby label, and that works well enough for now.