None of this is easy to explain. I am called girl or woman or miss everyday.
How to explain: I know I look like all those words, but actually I am none of them.
How to explain: Can you ignore the length of my hair and yes, these pants were purchased in the “woman’s” section of nearby thrift shop, but that is just thread. And measurements and hairstyle shouldn’t declare my parts.
How to explain: There is not just one way to be or exist. Seven days arrive in each week and we can take on a new shape every hour, if we so choose. Not everything…not everyone needs to make sense. Boxes hide things and we should encourage one another to be out and take up space.
How to explain: I know you touched me there yesterday, but today I want to pretend that away. Today, I want to be closer to another gender, not the one I was assigned or the one you think I look most like, but the one I feel.
How to explain: Actually I am not in search of beautiful or pretty but handsome and hearty and smart.
How to explain: My genitals have nothing to do with my gender and asking about them only shows how boxed-in you are.
How to explain: Pronouns have begun to feel like masking tape, silencing my flesh.
How to explain: Sometimes bladders grow into force-fields of superhero strength because entering a room with a silhouette of a “WOMAN” or “MAN” feels unsafe or inaccurate. We need more gender-neutral spaces where we don’t have to choose.
How to explain: You can ask. You can make mistakes, but let’s allow room to discuss this. You can have gaps in your knowledge but how about we glue them with words so that we can all understand each other better.
Oh, like that.