“You are a woman!”
I am not a woman. I am NOT a woman. I AM NOT a woman.
I may pass as one, by sight or sound, but I am not a woman.
I am NOT she, girl, lady, woman. I may have breasts, or ovaries, or vulva. But my body does not define my identity.
My body makes me a biological female — at the end of the spectrum of femaleness (chromosomal, phenotype, hormonal, outer sex organs, etc’), but it have little to do with my identity and the way I see the world and feel it.
I never ever identified as a woman.
I am me. A person. A person who doesn’t identify as a woman, and who’s gender is non-binary. A person who uses they or ze as pronouns. I don’t like being told I am a woman, because it is not true. I also have some amount of gender dysphoria, but it is irrelevant.
What is relevant is that when you try to force a gender on me, you don’t see me as woman, because a woman is a kind of person. No, you see me as not-person.
You don’t respect me as a person, and you see me as someone who does not deserve to be talked to like a person.
So don’t you dare tell me I am a woman if I say otherwise. You have failed to see me a person.
So if you don’t see me as a person, why are you talking to me? I am not a person, remember?
Who exactly are you trying to reassure?
Originally published at queerloli.wordpress.com on October 1, 2015. Moved to Wordpress on February 28th, 2017.