A few weeks ago I changed my pronouns in my Ao3 and Tumblr profiles to she/they, although it’s a bit more complicated.
See, I usually feel feminine enough that, frex, I quit square-dancing in elementary school the first time they made me dance as one of the boys (because there weren’t enough boys interested in square dancing). On the other hand, by my twenties I was quite happy to play masc characters onstage. I supposed it was a matter of choosing to do it vs. being told to by a teacher.
Now, there’s a third hand to this, which is that there’ve been a couple of periods in my life when I do start wishing I were a man, or inventing a male alter ego. I never do anything about it, because it wears off after four or five years. And I do realize that’s a significant chunk of a person’s life; but it’s hard to know what I can practically do about it, when the pendulum swing has that long an arc.
Anyway it stuck me tonight that my best self-description is “genderfluid, except the fluid in question is the University of Queensland Pitch Drop Experiment.”
See, I usually feel feminine enough that, frex, I quit square-dancing in elementary school the first time they made me dance as one of the boys (because there weren’t enough boys interested in square dancing). On the other hand, by my twenties I was quite happy to play masc characters onstage. I supposed it was a matter of choosing to do it vs. being told to by a teacher.
Now, there’s a third hand to this, which is that there’ve been a couple of periods in my life when I do start wishing I were a man, or inventing a male alter ego. I never do anything about it, because it wears off after four or five years. And I do realize that’s a significant chunk of a person’s life; but it’s hard to know what I can practically do about it, when the pendulum swing has that long an arc.
Anyway it stuck me tonight that my best self-description is “genderfluid, except the fluid in question is the University of Queensland Pitch Drop Experiment.”