Fuck it’s been a long time since I did one of these.
I don’t even know if any real humans can see my posts or if they just get lost in the ether. Who gives a shit?
I uhhhhhh… used to be a lesbian, then I was nonbinary and ace, and then I was a straight boy, and then a pansexual man, and then a mostly gay femboy, and now I’m just kinda here. My identity “journey” has been fraught with mental illness and sexual trauma so I’ve never been able to trust the way I feel about myself. Others have had the first say in how I present myself for most of my woken-up life. (You know, when I first heard the term ‘agender’, I felt finally awake) So now that I have a supportive partner who encourages me to be myself, I don’t know what to do. I changed my name to Eve, and I use they/them pronouns because the right ones don’t exist. The right gender identity label doesn’t exist. I guess pansexual-polyamorous is a fitting label, but I’m super demi too so maybe the right sexuality label doesn’t exist either. I’m just Eve.
The old me would be frankly bamboozled by this. T/he/y were always doing the opposite of what their parents wanted, what the world wanted, in favor of what he thought would make people love him. I finally feel loved. There’s no one to perform for anymore. Instead of forcing myself into the box I thought I was supposed to enter, and forcing myself to stay in it, it was time to come out. Been questioning if I’m really a man for over a year now.
All this time, through all my different gender/sexuality moments, I wanted I craved validation. I would get so depressed if no one reassured me that my gender was valid. I would act super pathetic to get any type of attention, negative or positive, in order to feel valid. Pressure from my ex made me shift into the mindset of a trans man. Pressure from my parents to undo that made me do it harder. Then I just kinda pressured myself to stick with it. Everyone for the past 5 years has known me as Aiden, the (trans) dude. (Some ppl knew I was trans, some didn’t, T did wonders for me) All the while, knowing it wasn’t true to me. All the while, feeling invalid for the reason that I was hiding from myself. It wasn’t me. Transitioning into a man is not what I wanted.
Now everyone assumes I’m a dude. I don’t know how I feel about being he/him-ed, but I sure as fuck don’t wanna be she/her-ed. So they/them it is I guess. I like what T did to my body, I feel sexier than ever, but I wonder what would’ve happened if I had never met certain people or if my parents had treated me better. Even if they knew I was bullshitting, they could’ve been nicer to me. Would I still have C-cups? How would my face look now, at 23? I don’t know. I wondered about T before I wondered about being a man, so I probably would’ve come to this conclusion at some point.
Humans truly don’t have the language to describe ourselves.