The Struggle Bus
Someone wrote…
Why does gender even MATTER?!
I mean, it does. Obviously. We like to have labels, they make us feel affirmed, and like part of a group.
For the past five months, I’ve been riding the Struggle Bus trying to figure out if I’m trans/genderfluid/asexual/an idiot (well, I’m definitely the last one :) ) but to no avail. I want the body of the opposite sex, and that role, and all that, but I still have my doubts and wonder every day if it’s a phase and worth telling le parents.
But why all the bother? Aren’t I myself, an awesome, funny, sarcastic, annoying, athletic, smart, stupid, boring, fun, contradictory person before I’m a boy, girl, or anything in between? Why does gender matter? Why is it that when you go on Omegle the first thing they ask you is your sex? (It’s cos they’re perverts, but do you feel me?)
Isn’t whether you’re a person more important than what’s between your legs? Why do I even give a flying f**ck?!But I do.
What’s your experience?
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