And I'm completely alright with that.

This is, honestly, the happiest I have ever been in my entire life and I feel like shouting it to the world.

Sadly, that might not be too advisable, seeing as I live in the Deep South and I don't want any hicks burning my house down around my ears.

Anyways, seeing as I've been a bit of an internet recluse for the past several days and I doubt anyone other than those hwo have seen my Aershaa post knows, I've recently come out as Gender Queer. I'm a man, but without the dangly bits. Even though I was born in the body of a woman and have boobies and a vagina. >:

Ever since I was young, I felt trapped in the wrong body. I've always been on the more masculine side, I've always hated dressing up, I can recall spending time wishing I'd been born a boy; so I could be the one allowed to play rough and not have to worry about make up and periods. Because make up felt wrong. All of it felt completely wrong to me.

My feeling masculine could be contributed to the PCOS that I suffer from, but I doubt it. I know what I feel and what I want out of life, and I know that being female is not for me. I doubt I'll go full trans and try and become male, but I did chop my hair off to the point that it is shorter than my boyfriend's and I'll be ordering a binder after the next paycheck, so I can flatten my boobs as much as possible.

Fortunately, Joe is completely cool with this and we will continue dating. I don't know my preferences, honestly. I love him, but I know I could love a man or a woman, sex and gender don't play that big of a role for me. I am in relationships for love on a deep, soul level. I guess it would make me Pansexual? Anyways, that aspect of my life is still being searched for. These weeks are being spent finding and revealing the real me. It's taking courage, but I'm chipping away at it.

The first step was deciding to look the way I feel. <3

I don't have a purse anymore. I have a man-wallet. And man-keys. I got rid of all of the frivilous things cluttering my car keys and all I need fits in my pockets, now. <3

Anyways, I'm cool with the group calling me a fag. It doesn't bother me at all. Neither do their teasings, or the glares I get from people on the streets. I am who I am and I am proud of myself for taking this step in life. Nothing will change that. Besides, it's cool if my roomies and my friends poke fun. They're all queer, too. We're one big queer family! <3