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pinebark:

At IKEA today, I had a “misgendering” experience in which a sales person indirectly referred to me as a “lady.” (She was directing a few other customers to some merchandise and used the phrase “by that lady over there.”) This hasn’t happened to me in years, and I suspect her snap gender attribution was based on my hair and skinny pants, having only seen me from behind — she corrected herself immediately as she walked past and saw my face.

Being read as a girl — and it happened constantly — used to bother me tremendously when I was a child, but I no longer get particularly upset when it happens. For a while now I’ve found it simply amusing, and if it occurred with any frequency I likely wouldn’t correct folks on it.

Anyway, I mentioned this on Twitter and received a few sympathetic replies. Part of one person’s remarks were that I don’t look like much of a girl, so they couldn’t imagine how this could have happened. The odd thing is, this clearly well-intentioned comment made me feel much worse than the original incident itself. Going to go ahead and add that to the pile of data about myself I’ve been considering lately.

Emphasis mine.

I’ve had many interactions like this over the years, and they can be so complicated and tricky to navigate. Reading the bolded part made me feel like that thing was actually happening to me again — well-meaning person hurries to reassure me that I’m obviously my assigned gender and don’t come across like I’m the other gender at all — and I still don’t really know how to explain how it makes me feel.

If anything, I guess figuring out that I’m more “neither” than “in between” makes this kind of thing a bit easier; instead of feeling like I’m being put at the wrong point on a line (and/or “doing it wrong” compared to what I’m supposed to be like), I just see it as people thinking I’m on that line somewhere when I’m not. The difference feels significant.

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Barenaked Ladies - What A Good Boy

I wake up scared, I wake up strange
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
and everything around me stays the same

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"Someone at Max’s asked me if I was androgynous. I asked what that meant. “You know, like Mick Jagger.” I figured that must be cool. I thought the word meant both beautiful and ugly at the same time. Whatever it meant, with just a haircut, I miraculously turned androgynous overnight."

— Patti Smith, Just Kids

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I love this video so, so much.

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Fuck the gender police.

AND the public toilets they rode in on.

Being me is basically awesome, but sometimes it really sucks.

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My take on the Venn diagrams I’ve seen floating around dealing with gender and sexuality. I may have gotten a little carried away…

pinebark:

[Description: A “diagram” with four text labels: gender identity, gender expression, sex assignment, and sexual orientiation. Circles, lines, and arrows of various colours run from each to each with no discernible pattern.]

My take on the Venn diagrams I’ve seen floating around dealing with gender and sexuality. I may have gotten a little carried away…

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Schrödinger’s Gender:

I exist in a superposition of gender; it is only by interaction with an outside observer that I settle into some semblance of male or female.

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— Anonymous on Genderfork, making me stop wondering for just a few minutes about why I haven’t unsubscribed yet.

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real men don’t eat vegan quiche

I’ve been “misgendered” quite a lot this week,1 in a variety of contexts. And I feel like I can’t really remark on it, either at the time or afterward. Even online, because even online people have their ideas about who they think I am.

Reacting to someone’s assumptions usually means committing to whichever side of the gender line they don’t think I’m on, and that’s usually going to be taken as a correction. I’m not interested in either of those things.

So I just celebrate on the inside.


  1. I’m basically almost always being misgendered, by almost everyone, but this week there’s been an uptick in the number of people who “get it wrong” according to most people’s idea of what’s “right”.