You can call me… Tchy, Tatiana, or Jared.
I identify as… something different every day. I have never wanted to be genderless, but sometimes I’m a girl, sometimes I’m a boy, and sometimes I’m something in between. Most often, I’m androgynous. Some days I cross-dress. That can mean wearing a skirt or a pair of cargos.
As far as third-person pronouns go, … usually I let people get away with “she” and “her”–they’re no more or less correct than he, ze, or anything else.
I’m attracted to… anyone. I love androgyny, I love feminine women, I love masculine men. I love boys who look like girls and girls who look like boys. I love butches and femmes, transmen and transwomen, bois, dykes, and fags. If you cross-dress, I’ll probably be interested. The world is full of beautiful people; I don’t care what sex or gender you may or may not have.
When people talk about me, I want them to… question. I want people to be unsure about what pronoun to use. I want people to mistake me for a man. I want people to mistake me for a woman. I want people to see my androgyny and love me for it—or feel threatened by it. I want to be more man than you’ll ever be, and more woman than you’ll ever get—or vice versa.
I want people to understand… that they cannot know me by looking at me. No matter what they think they know about me, based on my body or my presentation—they are wrong. I don’t want to be a man, but that doesn’t mean I want to be treated like a woman. I am here to fuck with your ideas of how the world works.
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