I’m not sure.
Someone wrote…
Sometimes I’m not sure whether I feel more like a masculine girl or a feminine boy.
What’s your experience?
Posted by julian on September 12th, 2010 at 08:00 am
Category: your voice 12 comments »
12 Responses to “I’m not sure.”
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September 12th, 2010 at 8:12 am |
I know the feeling—but if it’s what’s in your heart, there’s no reason why you can’t be both!
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Elle replied:
September 12th, 2010 at 3:22 pm
Very true!
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September 12th, 2010 at 9:54 am |
I know this feeling quite well.
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September 12th, 2010 at 11:37 am |
Agreed. It took me a long time to realize that I can be an FTM Fairy Prince. It’s beautiful (and often sparkly).
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September 12th, 2010 at 1:13 pm |
Me too. Sometimes I feel like a masculine girl who wishes she were born a feminine guy. I’ve got plenty of masculinity and femininity both!
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September 12th, 2010 at 7:28 pm |
Me too! It makes me wonder what being either of those things actually means. I’m starting to think they can mean whatever you want them to.
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September 13th, 2010 at 9:22 am |
masculine girl/feminine boy
why can’t we move beyond this dichotomy? there’s genuinely nothing useful to be had in assuming that you either ARE a girl (with some weird gender modification) or you ARE a boy (with some weird gender modification). don’t be any of these things. be genderless, be genderqueer, be fabulous, be dapper, be whatever works for you and your specific gender identity.
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September 13th, 2010 at 9:40 am |
I was born a child
Then I was a masculine man
Then I was a man
Then a feminine man
Then I was a woman
Then I was a feminine woman
This ain’t evolution
It’s a pendulum
Wound way up in my soul
It is one of the winds in my soul
That refuses to stay stuck
Where others say it ought to be
Someday I’ll be allowed to be the person
I always was
And then I will know me
for the first time.
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September 14th, 2010 at 6:59 pm |
Me too.
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September 16th, 2010 at 10:49 am |
Yes. In my head it’s only okay to be pretty if I’m a boy, or strong if I am a girl, when I do it, for some reason. This is the body I have, and I’m okay with it, but my perception of my own beauty and strength and all the things tied into those things is still affected by others’ perceptions.
That doesn’t make sense. Here, this might:
I don’t want you to tell me I’m a beautiful girl, because that feels like a lie. I want you to tell me I’m a beautiful boy. Because my beauty is more masculine, as defined by society. I am not that beautiful girl, I do not have the figure, the hair, the lips, the nose.
I don’t want you to tell me I’m a strong man, because that feels like a lie. I want you to tell me I’m a strong woman, because my strength is more feminine, as defined by society.
I can make the leap of comfort, acceptance, within myself, but I still feel the judgement of the norms I grew up with.
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Jessica replied:
September 16th, 2010 at 11:07 am
@j Yeah, there’s an awful lot of who we are that comes from growing up. I suffered under many handicaps until I figured out that much of my concept of “husband” and “father” were defined by me when I was four years old (which is how old I was when my father died). That little kid is still inside me. So’s the teenager and the young adult. Half a century isn’t really a long time, not when there’s a whole crowd of you in your head to share all those years.
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October 2nd, 2010 at 4:59 pm |
This is me!
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