Gender. An insanely expansive, confusing, ambiguous, magical, limitless thing, that i’m constantly trying to analyze and understand. It is so layered and also feels so simple and personal, that im consistently confused by both the political hell its constantly under and the need for commentation on gender experience by anyone other than the human experiencing it.
When I came out I felt freedom and euphoria. I was a late bloomer, and I felt like I had unlocked this self understanding I had been missing my entire life. So it surprised me that not long after crawling out of the heteronormative box it took nearly 30 years for me to escape, people around me were pretty focused on getting me back into one. There was now need to have a sub identity to my identity. Like being a big homo wasn’t enough I guess. I had just gotten used to saying “I’m gay” ouloud. Actually, the first time I tried to
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