You can call me… Em.
I identify as… a person. Despite what’s in my pants, despite what I wear, despite my voice, despite how I grew up, and despite which bathroom I use. I’m a person. I can fit in with the men, and I can fit in with the women. I’m just a human being, that’s all.
As far as third-person pronouns go, … I tend to get one more over the other, but either are alright. I think those made up pronouns are pointless. Just call me whatever you’d like. It’s not your fault that pronouns are gender based. Call it as you see it. Just the fact that I get either is nice enough.
I’m attracted to… humor. And men’s jeans.
When people talk about me, I want them to… say that I make them happy, and that I am an original. That I don’t conform, yet am not obnoxiously eclectic.
I want people to understand… that I don’t care if they call me a boy or a girl. I don’t mind if they get confused, I enjoy the confusion. It’s what I aim for on most days. Just ask me questions if you have any, don’t make assumptions and talk down to me. Assuming makes and ass out of u and ming.
I’m still just a kid. I haven’t quite started my life yet, so my bio is short. I love music, sports, and sex, and at this point in my life, that’s all I really know.
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