Trans Journey Day 108: Some days, I love that I’m non-binary, or agender, or gender non-conforming, or anything other than gender binary specific. Today is not one of those days.
Other days, like today, I just wish I was a big ol’ binary bottom. Read into that what you will. The point is, it’s not imposter syndrome or doubt, but I have days where the ‘no-wo/man’s land’ of genderfuckery takes a toll.
Pronouns, bathrooms, sports, oh my. All these arguments about trans man and trans women; one-step forward, two-steps back (so it feels), all these amzing people fighting the good fight… while I’m over here like, shrug. Where do I belong?
Non-binary is argued as the gender fence sit.
But who asked for the damn fence?
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