Tag: gender stuff

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man every time I spend time with this friend I feel so much more on the non binary side because they just GET so much and they’re basically the only irl friend who does, and my gender just feels more similar to theirs than any woman I know.

and like it’s still more relevant to me to identify as a woman but like damn does it feel like the difference is semantics than anything else

(it doesn’t help that since I don’t see them often they missed my switch back to using she pronouns and like, now it’s a weird thing where I don’t think they know how I identify but they know my identity better than most people who do)

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Okay, dearest followers, I think there are some things I need to say.

I have not been on tumblr much lately, because I have been going through things. I am scared and confused and my focus/energy for posting just isn’t there a lot of the time. But even when it is, I’ve been backing off. Tumblr has been such a good outlet for me, and I want to keep using it. So.

  • If there is any gender identity I could have that would make you unfollow me, please go ahead and unfollow me now.

Even if we’re friends or mutuals or whatever. I am trying to figure out what I am, and I have so much fear that I’d like to just eliminate any fear I have of losing people on here. It’s a small thing, but it’ll help. And it’s okay! Gender influences how we perceive people, so of COURSE you might feel differently about me if I’m genderqueer or agender or even a boy than you will if I kept identifying as a woman. But I don’t want to avoid accepting whatever label ends up feeling right because I know this friend will stop talking to me, or that cool person will stop following me. 

So this might be goodbye for some of us, and that’s okay. 

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sometimes it feels like street harassers can sense when I’m having days when I feel happy and androgynous/agender/whatever, and they’re like, that person who has a vagina and boobs feels like they can be something other than a woman, better remind them that we’ll never see them as anything else and that gives us power! I almost never have street harassment when I’m feeling 100% girl.

granted I don’t know if today technically counts as street harassment, a guy in a cheese suit (like, a cheese costume. no idea if he was working for one of the store or if he was just like. I feel like dressing as cheese today) grabbed me and kissed my head after declaring that he liked my hair (“her hair”), so I have no idea what to call that. except unpleasant.