You can call me… Lyddy. I also answer to Bob, because everybody is called Bob.

I identify as… I guess I identify as female. I was born female, and it’s not like I wish I’d been born male. I don’t really think of myself as a ‘girl’ or a ‘woman’; I’m just female. Not that I mind those words, I just don’t know why we’re so gender specific. I might be genderqueer, I’m not sure. I don’t think gender is as important as we make it. I call everyone dude, mate, and refer to my friend group as guys.

I guess I’m female, but not cisgender female? I have no idea, and I don’t think it’s too important. I got called “sir” in a shop once, and the person was so embarrassed, but I just said, “I’m wearing men’s clothes. I look like a man if you can’t see my face. No biggie.”

As far as third-person pronouns go, … Whatever, I tend to say “they” and “them” more than your average person, but “he”, “she”, “him” and “her” are all good. I’m good with being “she” or “they”.

Liking “ze”, just discovered it, and it’s nice. I don’t know why we’ve always got to mention gender when it’s irrelevant. Sir, Waitress, “Excuse me, miss,” etc. Who cares what’s in who’s pants? It has nothing to do with the letter you’re writing, the way they do their job, or the fact that they are in your way in the street. Bah.

I’m attracted to… People. People with attractive faces, personalities and bodies. I’m maybe not attracted to people with intersex bodies, but that’s my fault, not theirs. A little gender-bending is attractive; drag or crossdressing, feminine men or masculine women, just someone who knows that whole ying-yang thing. It’s not about gender.

I have a boyfriend, and he’s amazing. He’s in touch with his feminine side enough to rest his head on my shoulder as much as I rest my head on his, to let me pay as much as I let him pay, and to be told that he’s cute.

When people talk about me, I want them to… Talk about me, not my gender. If I worked in a bar, I’m barstaff, not a barmaid. If they are talking about my clothes, they’re clothes, no matter where I bought them and who they’re designed for. And if the only word that fits the situation is masculine, use it anyway, because saying “she’s a bacholor” is WAY better than the Miss Havosham like “spinster” or the patronising “bacholorette”.

I want people to understand… That it’s not about gender. It shouldn’t be about gender.

About Lyddy
I’m Lyddy, and I write songs. mynameislyddy.tumblr.com

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