What I am

Someone wrote…

I am a female. Born and bred.

But: I am a farm girl. Taught that my only worth in life in bearing sons. I have: shoveled manure, killed chickens, fixed cars and shot skeet.

I have fixed: cars, houses, tractors, lawnmowers, plumbing, gutters, shingles, paving, and people.

I have cooked anything and everything for any person who needs it. I have canned preserves, and planted gardens.

But, to my family, I am not entirely female. Because I am gay. Because I don’t want children of my own.

And to my friends, I am not entirely gay. Because I have dated men. Because I like to wear dresses and heels and aprons.

There is nowhere I’ve ever fit in more than with my family, more than with my LGBT family. And yet, I am not like them.

I am me. Not you. Not them. Not us.

And I love you for it.

And I love them.

And I love me.

Because I, we, them: are the ones who will change the world.

Not today. And not tomorrow.

But soon. And forever.

What’s your experience?

And what are you thinking about gender right now?

Posted by on May 29th, 2014 at 08:00 am

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