Jump ahead nearly a decade, my gender expression is essentially naught. While I am well-paid for manuafcturing labor, I am exhausted working through the pandemic on a manufacturing floor thoroughly disinterested in wearing any clothing I care about to work and too tired to changed and socialize afterward. I have code-switched and camoflaged myself so …
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my gender identity, part 3
During the first half of my post-college adulthood, the personal gender concept I established in college held firm, if not back-seated in my brain. I didn’t struggle with or dispute it in any way. I simply embraced it and tucked it in and never really engaged in conversations related to it. In these years, I …
my gender identity, part 2
As I approached college, my journey turned toward my sexuality far more than my gender. I didn’t encounter anyone discussing gender separately from sexuality, or I didn’t realize it if they did. So I continued to treat it as a personal internal experience. As for my sexual being, at nineteen, I experienced my first external …
my gender identity, part 1
There are specific markers in my life, flashing buoys at critical points of my developing identity. Even though the day-to-day experience of my life was experienced as though I was a constant unwavering being, I can delve into memories and pinpoint “ah-ha!” slices of time where the tiny little sidestep has significance. Thirteen was an …
my gender warrior
I’m not even certain that this is a lost splinter, fulfilling his duty-bound efforts to erase abitrary gender boundaries off in some now distant other-realm. He might still prove to be my future self. I occasionally catch glimpses of him, past and future, when I cast my gaze askew, watching the shadows rolling through the …
quantum man 