I want to preface this by saying that I don’t understand my own gender very well. I’m fairly sure I’m just cismale, and I don’t feel at all uncomfortable presenting as male, but I don’t really feel uncomfortable presenting as female either. I guess maybe I just don’t care. I’m bisexual but I don’t think that has anything to do with gender identity.

This article, and some of the responses, are reminding me a lot about the shame I felt while I was growing up, about liking ‘girly’ things, and about how I was made to feel like I didn’t get a say in gender issues because I just happened to be born with the ‘most privileged’ one. There’s definitely something fundamentally broken about the way people tackle these sorts of issues.

I don’t think I really have anything insightful to say here, except that my broken-ass sense of empathy makes me wish I could go back in time and adopt child-you and fill your wardrobe with dresses. (Although I don’t think that’s insightful either.)