Hi. My name is Erin, and I am my dad’s first born son.
This isn’t really a joke. Although I was born female, I have never considered myself as such.
I was not raised as such.
I don’t mean this in a super-famous-right-now, Bruce-is-Caitlin Jenner kind of way. I am not having a gender identity crisis. Although I haven’t considered myself female, I haven’t considered myself male, either.
I’m not “girl.” I’m not “boy.” I’m just ME.
In the same way a frog doesn’t consider that he’s a frog, clouds don’t know they’re clouds, and in our daily life we don’t usually consider that we’re breathing (because we just DO IT), my gender is a non-issue. It just IS. It exists without my consideration, without need of acknowledgment or attention.
Yes, my gender is like that.
For the most part, my nondescript gender has been great. I have never felt confined to any specific role due to the plumbing between my legs. I have never felt limited in choice based on my sexual grouping, and I have never butted my head against any genital-induced ceiling. (Ew.) I am me ONLY AND JUST, not defined by any category, designation, class, or division.
Except for those times when I’m not.Read More