I've been a rock chick, I've been a punk, I've been a new age hippy, I've been a butch with long hair. I've been everything but me.
I'm starting to wonder if the me that is most comfortable in baggy jeans and shirts with no make up and my hair pulled back really knows that my masculine side is crying to be seen.
I don't think I'm NB but I'm definitely not feminine even if I sometimes feel in the mood for flowery tops and make up and glowing flowing wavy hair.
#GNC is how I've described myself for decades, because I dress and behave how I feel not how I'm supposed to. The more I learn about #gender being a spectrum the more I struggle to define myself. Maybe the point is to lose definitions?
Maybe I'll figure it out before I'm 60 π








