From the other end of the non-binary spectrum, if that makes any sense.
I love seeing people identifying as ‘non-binary’ – we need greater visibility around this.
This past week I had a phone interview with a Washington Post reporter, off the record, about being non-binary in a binary world. It went exceedingly well, but that’s not the point of this post. What I’ve been mulling over for a while now is — wait for it — my identity. Go figure, right?
So in my never-ending quest to figure myself out, I’ve made quite a few steps as of late to try and suss out who or what I am. For as long as I can remember I’ve felt distinctly different, other, irgendwie anders. Having an identical twin only further complicated things around puberty; she journeyed off into this magical realm called Womanhood, leaving me alone to figure out why I didn’t feel myself to be a girl, but also couldn’t conceptualize myself as a boy.
Now I’m at a point where, if I decide to…
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