obligatory National Coming Out Day post

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The problem, of course, is always with the adjectives and labels, but that's a lovely luxury that I've not honestly had in every facet of my life until the last year or two.

I use queer, gay, lesbian and bisexual for myself pretty interchangeably, although "big ol' lesbian" has been hilariously popular in conversation lately.

I also identify as genderqueer, which is an essay and a half, but in short, my living life as a boy here (*touches sternum*) doesn't make me less of a woman, anymore than my having a cunt makes me less of a man. Use any pronouns you want for me, as long as you don't use them derisively, but I do really loathe that "hir" stuff because I'm uptight about English.

And I can't be out without being out about just how bloody fictional my life is.

I'm my own creature, my own species. It makes sense to me, with any luck, one day it'll make sense to other people too.

That's it. Not news.

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I'm my own creature, my own species. It makes sense to me, with any luck, one day it'll make sense to other people too.

I recall a rant I went on a while ago in which I pointed out that you are the next step in the evolution of the human being. I think it's still true.