gender & astrology NOTES
Jun. 8th, 2018 06:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraFor a long time I’ve only half-jokingly described my gender as “fembivalent.” It’s more or less accurate for me. The more I think about it, the more I realize I fall under the umbrella of genderqueer/nonbinary. It’s not that I don’t think I’m a woman; it’s more that I think of that as a meaningless descriptor referencing little for me other than my reproductive equipment, a few aspects of my relationship style, and some oppression I’ve experienced.
Gender has always struck me as a bunch of made up stories that I either never learned or never really got. Like astrology: hey, you were born in May, so you like, uh, eating, and purple flowers, and having fingers. Not like those July babies, who like, uh, breathing, having feelings, and rye toast. Also, you’re a vagina baby, so you’ll like, um, heterosexuality, yogurt, and being interrupted by penis babies.
If someone had told me I was a man, and that’s why I liked, uh, sandwiches, masturbation, and better wages, I’d have probably been similarly accepting and bewildered as I have been about the woman thing. It all sounds a little plausible and a little baffling. I never felt good at any of it. Sometimes I’ve cared, and mostly I haven’t.
In my perfect world, gender would be as personalized and unremarkable as the constellation of freckles on one’s thigh.
I’d forgotten it’s Pride week. Cuz I’m a halfassed queer too. Anyhow, this is a general rumination, not some Pride week epiphany. No new pronouns, nothing different about me other than affiliation with some terminology I’d not previously paid much attention to.
Gender has always struck me as a bunch of made up stories that I either never learned or never really got. Like astrology: hey, you were born in May, so you like, uh, eating, and purple flowers, and having fingers. Not like those July babies, who like, uh, breathing, having feelings, and rye toast. Also, you’re a vagina baby, so you’ll like, um, heterosexuality, yogurt, and being interrupted by penis babies.
If someone had told me I was a man, and that’s why I liked, uh, sandwiches, masturbation, and better wages, I’d have probably been similarly accepting and bewildered as I have been about the woman thing. It all sounds a little plausible and a little baffling. I never felt good at any of it. Sometimes I’ve cared, and mostly I haven’t.
In my perfect world, gender would be as personalized and unremarkable as the constellation of freckles on one’s thigh.
I’d forgotten it’s Pride week. Cuz I’m a halfassed queer too. Anyhow, this is a general rumination, not some Pride week epiphany. No new pronouns, nothing different about me other than affiliation with some terminology I’d not previously paid much attention to.
