You can call me… Sarah. Yes, I am a female. My name is Sarah.
I identify as… an insane human being (or possibly alien) who adores the male form, but would fuck her (female) best friend if the offer was ever made. Because let’s face it– some people are just too beautiful to pass up.
As far as third-person pronouns go, … She… not he. She…
I’m attracted to… androgynous men who can sing like angels. Goofy boys. Ryan Reynolds. People who make me laugh. Many more.
When people talk about me, I want them to… be themselves no matter what…
I want people to understand… that the world is filled with many different people. Accept and move on.
About Sarah
Age: 16 years
Birthdate: August 2nd
Born and Raised: Pennsylvania, suburbs of Philly
Parents: lesbians, been together for 25 years, best parents anyone could have, badass
Siblings: Bennett, bipolar, gross, loud, silly, awesome (sometimes)
I told my boyfriend I wear “guy jeans” because they are more comfortable and have nice big pockets. He was satisfied with that answer, but I wasn’t.
I finally realized that I intentionally wear them because they are made for males. But does this make me a gender rebel, or just someone who cares more about the intended gender of clothing than she would like to admit?
I went to a restaurant with my grandparents a few weeks back, and my nana was incredibly annoyed at the waiter calling me ‘sir’ as she sees me as female and nothing else. The waiter was a lovely guy who had picked up on the fact that I was presenting as a boy (I was wearing a binder, a man’s shirt and jeans) and very respectfully had treated me as such. Last night I took my friend to the same restaurant again, and we had the same waiter. The first thing he did upon seeing me was say “Hello, boy” (bear in mind here that English isn’t his first language), before proceeding to treat my friend (who was born as, and still is, male) and I as perfect equals. It made my day.
I identify as… human animal. Mistaken for a man. I feel undefined most of the time. Don’t think of myself as a woman, sometimes like a dude and sometimes like a lady.
As far as third-person pronouns go, … I’m getting used to being called “him,” and may actually like it. I don’t detach from being called “her” either.
I’m attracted to… people who own themselves and their bodies, whatever form they take. Power and strength, whether manifested in softness or hardness.
When people talk about me, I want them to… be frank, compassionate, open. Treat me as family or comrade. Try on a new set of goggles.
I want people to understand… that happiness looks many different ways.
About Sarita
Transplant from Detroit to NYC. Loves spice, bitter root vegetables, and walking for hours. Recovering from caffeine. Socialist mentality.
Seattle based author/blogger Ariel writes & manages OffBeatBride. She tracked down S.Bear Bergman to give advice concerning “wedding suits for butches, transmasculine beings, and other festive gender-blenders.” She also posted about the wedding of queerfemme Aly and genderqueer Elroi in Atlanta, and was quick to amend the pronouns she used for Elroi once she learned that ze prefers gender-neutral ones in print.
P.S Amazing reader comment quoting a wedding pre-invite: “He was my girlfriend, then he was my boyfriend, and now he’s my fiancé, but he has been my true love all along. We would be honored if you would join us in celebrating our commitment to each other. Wedding invitation to follow.”
Plenty of how-to-bind videos exist for those interested. Some, like this one, are made by and/or inclusive of a wider realm of bigendered, genderqueer beings.
I identify as… a genderqueer grrl with heavy geek tendencies. I also have a button that says “awkward is my gender identity.”
As far as third-person pronouns go, … I like they, them, their, theirs. I’m all about neutrality. An added bonus is watching people struggle over grammatical issues.
I’m attracted to… butch women, femmy guys, genderqueers, trannies, androgynes, hot queers (pretty much all queers are hot… that’s our superpower). I also swoon for other geekatrons.
When people talk about me, I want them to… know that my gender is very important to me and needs to be respected, but it’s also just one part of a larger picture.
I want people to understand… Just because leading a gender-variant life can be hard sometimes, doesn’t mean that you always have to be serious! Humour can sometimes be a great way to improve your situation!
About Jess
jess is an electronics R&D engineer on the beautiful west coast of BC, canada. they love sci-fi, computers, internet culture, bicycles, activism, dancing, reading, and junk like that. they feel super privileged to have the most loving and supportive queer community imaginable.
It’s so frustrating, coming off as something I’m not. I am not a trans man, nor am I a butch woman. I am neither a boi, or an androgene. I am something entirely different that I still can’t grasp.
