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Those Who Know, Know. Those Who Don't, Will Never.
*Searches for a recent journal entry he'd written*
*X-Posts relevant parts of it here*
"Are you a boy or a girl?" asked of me many a time, with varying degrees of curiosity. Always by Children and never of Adults. I've never thought about why the Children ask me this question and Adults don't, mainly because I already know that most Adults will just pick a gender and move on (mostly I get called "Miss" and having lived this way since puberty, I know better than to try to correct them).
Children, however, will tend to ask and my answer will always be the same; I'm whatever you want me to be. They will shrug, or comment on it (KID: "I want him to be a girl" MEL: "Sounds like you already picked what you want me to be. Wanna play ball?
" ), but they will always be respectful about it and then I am their Playmate. Never referred to as anything other than "Kid" at that point, despite my age being a decade or more older.
I don't look like a guy. But I don't look like a woman, either. I'm Neither. Androgyny is my gender, both medically and mentally. I don't claim a duality to my Soul and I don't suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder (despite how it looks sometimes. I'm an artist, I'm supposed to be slightly cracked. If I didn't have someplace to put this creative energy I'd be stark raving mad). I don't actually identify as anything other than Human (and you all know how I feel about THAT nasty little tidbit).
Because I grew up thinking this way (through no fault of my mother and father raising me, I assure you), I have a bit of a disconnect with the World's People. To my eye, everyone's the same. Carbon based lifeforms. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, sometimes hair. Height means naught save for the fact I have to crane my neck in order to see faces, but then I tend to avoid eye-contact unless it's someone I know very well. I avoid my Sister's eye when we talk and she's a Stare-you-in-the-eye-and-make-you-SQUIRM kind of person. I fall back on a lot of psychological reasoning when it comes to my disconnect. I do not feel as though I am better or smarter than others, I'm just different and have no desire to be anything other than the mediocre thing I am.
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I wrote the above to explain just what I was to a little girl that lives in FL. My Mommy-chan (a fellow artist whom I adore and that allows me to harass the crap outta her) feels much the same but she's Gendered.
There are more of the Zie here than you know.
*Searches for a recent journal entry he'd written*
*X-Posts relevant parts of it here*
"Are you a boy or a girl?" asked of me many a time, with varying degrees of curiosity. Always by Children and never of Adults. I've never thought about why the Children ask me this question and Adults don't, mainly because I already know that most Adults will just pick a gender and move on (mostly I get called "Miss" and having lived this way since puberty, I know better than to try to correct them).
Children, however, will tend to ask and my answer will always be the same; I'm whatever you want me to be. They will shrug, or comment on it (KID: "I want him to be a girl" MEL: "Sounds like you already picked what you want me to be. Wanna play ball?
" ), but they will always be respectful about it and then I am their Playmate. Never referred to as anything other than "Kid" at that point, despite my age being a decade or more older.I don't look like a guy. But I don't look like a woman, either. I'm Neither. Androgyny is my gender, both medically and mentally. I don't claim a duality to my Soul and I don't suffer from Multiple Personality Disorder (despite how it looks sometimes. I'm an artist, I'm supposed to be slightly cracked. If I didn't have someplace to put this creative energy I'd be stark raving mad). I don't actually identify as anything other than Human (and you all know how I feel about THAT nasty little tidbit).
Because I grew up thinking this way (through no fault of my mother and father raising me, I assure you), I have a bit of a disconnect with the World's People. To my eye, everyone's the same. Carbon based lifeforms. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, sometimes hair. Height means naught save for the fact I have to crane my neck in order to see faces, but then I tend to avoid eye-contact unless it's someone I know very well. I avoid my Sister's eye when we talk and she's a Stare-you-in-the-eye-and-make-you-SQUIRM kind of person. I fall back on a lot of psychological reasoning when it comes to my disconnect. I do not feel as though I am better or smarter than others, I'm just different and have no desire to be anything other than the mediocre thing I am.
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I wrote the above to explain just what I was to a little girl that lives in FL. My Mommy-chan (a fellow artist whom I adore and that allows me to harass the crap outta her) feels much the same but she's Gendered.
There are more of the Zie here than you know.
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