my mom, about reading fun home, which is about a butch lesbian: oh my gosh this just reminds me so much of you

my mom, like five minutes later: so do you like, want to be a man

me: no, I’ve been leaning towards butch, as in butch lesbian. I’m not a man.

my mom: so you don’t want surgery?

me: …no. I am. not a boy.

this is not the first time she’s asked, I’d understand asking once but she’s done it before. and like, SHE IS READING A TRUE STORY OF A BUTCH LESBIAN. IT’S RIGHT THERE. THERE IS A REASON IT REMINDS HER OF ME. I don’t want to really discuss my gender identity with her because I know she’ll take “not 100% girl” as boy, and the one thing I know for sure about my gender is I am not a boy. 

and I’m not even fully butch, my mom saw me in a dress all of a month ago.