it's astounding how shocked i was when i realized that I was Not Cis. I had spent years admiring masculine fashion and going so far as to mimic my favorite male peers' style of dress. I just figured that maybe I was more of a tomboy. but admiration turned to whispers of discontent, of longing to be more that I was. the clothes that I bought didn't fit right, they clung to the wrong parts of my body. I started mumbling about how it would look better if I was boy, how I wished I was a boy, how my heart raced as I read about my favorite characters falling in love. and I realized. I realized I did not simply enjoy the story and appreciate the inclusion, but I longed for that to be me. I wanted to be that boy.
it was not a traditional kind of masculine archetype that I longed to become. I wanted softness, shyness, gentleness. I didn't want to change me so much as I wanted to change how I looked. it confused me for a long time. I'm still not sure even now what it is that I'm so desperately seeking. I put that part of me in a box a year or so ago and tried to light it on fire.
but despite everything, it remains.
I still feel like im floundering here, fumbling at something in the shadows, some ill-defined goal that can never be reached. am I trans? I don't know. am I cis? I don't think so. that's why I've stayed with genderfluid for so long because it ebbs and flows. I don't feel dysphoria so much as I just feel awkward. "my boobs don't go with my outfit." I've ended up in a masc mood in a dress and I get very uncomfortable for the whole time. It doesn't usually swing the other way. but I don't feel like im missing anything, just that I've got too many parts. I don't need or want any of this stuff.