Brava!? Bravo!? Bravex???
I think I know, at least a little, how you feel about gender.
I was a pretty boy. I had to avoid sexual predators just like the girls.
I knew I wasn't a "boy" when I was a toddler.
Having been born in 1958, the only options were, boy/man, or girl/woman.
Finally, in 1993, after leaving the USNavy, I gathered the courage to transition in San Diego.
A lot happened between then and now, of course. I experienced even more "intimately" what it's like to be a woman in our society.
I never needed any surgery to make my face or body 'look like ' a female. I just administered estradiol and poof!-it's a pretty lady!
I couldn't get a job as an aircraft mechanic or a welder, so I became the most popular "ts-escort"in San Diego County for the rest of the 1990s.
Nearly thirty years on, I'm back in my native North Carolina.
I'm over three years sober and clean. I have nothing but cis-women friends, and I am, by any objective measure, a "soft butch Dyke".
In my mind, after a few years of practicing the Dharma of Buddhism,(in a secular manner), I list myself as "gender fluid", "gender queer", "gender neutral", etc.
As far as pronouns go, people automatically assume that I'm female and use the pronouns associated with that sex .
A few of my acquaintances, in recovery program circles, apon learning of my past, seem to delight in referring to me with male pronouns. It's a sort of 'Beavis and Butthead aha! moment, "I'm so smart! I know your secret!"'... for a while. When they get no reaction from me, and see that no one else is impressed either, they stop.
If they are really intrigued and want to talk about it with me, I tell them to "Call me either one. Whatever blows your skirt up, kid. Just don't call me late for supper".
Crone-hood has it's perks.😉
I'm looking forward to a lot more from you. I think that you'll fit in perfectly here.
--weezi--💜🌈🙏🏼🦄🥳🎩