Here’s to the non-binary adults trying to deal with the fact that they can’t be out at work.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who can’t even try to be out with their parents because they’re trying to keep things ok for the grandkids.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who say “Oh it’s ok, I’m used to gender-specific binary pronouns” and die a little inside.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who have learned not to care.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who really don’t care about pronouns.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who have to gender-binary themselves for PTA meetings and talking to business owners and government officials.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who feel lost and without community because so much of the vocal and out enby community is very young.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who don’t feel welcome in the trans community and aren’t part of the cis community.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who feel guilty about calling themselves trans because they don’t “feel trans enough” or that they don’t deserve to call themselves trans.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who don’t identify as trans without any guilt about it at all.
Conditional Acceptance is like living on a high wire every day, and “passing privilege” is a painful myth, one that can leave us feeling miserable and crushed and empty.
Love yourself and honor that living in the closet isn’t a privilege. It hurts, and it’s ok that it hurts. You didn’t do anything wrong, the world did.
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