I Never Even Ordered A Fruity Cocktail…
I guess what I’ve been stuck on lately is that
The only thing about me
Before I transitioned
That was feminine– was my sex observed at birth, and
The intense female social conditioning I received that make it so that
I still can’t state my own worth.
Those qualities, with a testosterone filter
Just turned me into a new perception with which
I still haven’t caught up. The only thing about me
That was non-binary before
Was my sex assigned at birth.
That persists, still
What would it have to do with anything else?
I never had a femme day in my fucking life
I enjoyed some of the lady perks, like
Toilets that aren’t just for shitting
And eating salad without it being
Some sort of bold statement.
But honestly I never even ordered a fruity cocktail–
Shit would make my masculinity punch a wall.
Why is it that I’m forced to be categorized as
Binary trans…? Is it because of the modern trending understanding
Of beards + dresses = “non-binary gender expression”
Again, a mix of male and female
Is more of a binary+ than it is
If ya’ll were really
Against the gender binary
You’d be anti-gender, not
Non-binary. Just means
Not of the binary.
Again– accepting and including
Binary identities as well as non-binary/binary+ identities
I suppose non-binary is fine I just
Really think the “war on the cis”
Is a bit old hat.
Honestly straight up–
I was kicked out of a sapphic facebook group
For having a binary name and saying I was a
Trans man. Either they thought
I was faking, or what– IDK
If you can’t be a heterosexual, masculine-presenting non-binary man
Then this queer voice, and this queer body
Is also not allowed in.
Man I tell you what times they are a changin’
I never in a million trillion years
Thought I would end up where I am, and
I never in a billion zillion millennia
Would have predicted
That I would be empathizing this much with men,
Or that I would seriously consider
Getting pregnant. lmfao jesus
What kind of nonsense is confidence