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MerQueer with a messy room
melancholy, sub-wildean merqueer
my lace fan has arrived! it feels like i have just leveled up
so on my bday i was waitin for the bus so i could go to dyke march~*
lookin mad fly in case you forgot
wearin something of a tiny dress that flares out a bit at the bottom and you know how the slightest breeze will carry that shit right away lol
this cishet black womyn on the bus stop was looking at me and said, "if the wind blows up that skirt, you gon' be screwed."
and i was just like, "i know right! =D"
she asked me if i was going to pride (lol) and inexplicably saw fit to tell me all about her weekend plans? and then proceeded to be like, "so i have to ask, since i study social psychology: are you a girl that's going to be a guy, or a guy that's going to be a girl?"
i looked at her, looked at the sky, thought about it, smiled, and said, "neither." (and next time i am asked, maybe i will leave it there because that is really the best answer of all the answers)
perplexed, she asked a follow up question that may or may not have been 'so what are you?' i am not too clear on the wording, here.
i responded gleefully that i am a womyn*
and she did not hear the asterisk (how could she?) and she did not ask anymore questions but her confusion was loud enough.
i smiled some more, looked at the sky some more, put my headphone back over my ear, and carried on. because the truth is that my gender is mad personal to me and i don't have words for all of what it means because that * stands for genderqueer/merqueer * stands for me asserting the right to define my own womynhood on my own terms * is not the sort of thing you will ever read about in your social psychology textbooks and * even if you tried to quantify or recreate or study it my gender will have already changed by the time you've finished and also * chances are i couldn't even explain this shit to you because gender, as defined and understood within your grid of intelligibility, is not only inadequate and str8 up obsolete cuz dog * i just took a massive dump on your understanding of what womyn do/say/are/look like and there's not a single thing you can do about it except * deal with it
i tried to make srs faces but then i kept smilin
like
25 and fly
it's my birthday and i look good and i feel good and it's been a long time since i've been late to something because i was busy takin photos of myself
(it's good to feel like me again)