Some time ago I made a post explaining how it took me a while to comprehend the term “non-binary”, but when I did start to understand it, I felt like it explained a few things about my own past.
…And then I just sort of left it at that.
Well I figured tonight was as good a night as any to experiment with GhostBSD on my laptop really investigate the concept and what it means, by doing some reading on the subject and seeing what the enbies of fedi are talking about. And I’ve come to a conclusion: Teenage Johnny, if he knew about any of this, probably would’ve flown the demiboy flag.
(But like, discreetly. Because teenage Johnny grew up in a small town among narrow-minded bigots.)
(Also teenage Johnny was around a couple decades before the term came into use, but we’re ignoring that detail.)
Middle-aged Johnny, on the other hand, is a bit more ambivalent about all this. There are times when it still kinda feels appropriate: Like sure I’m physically a man, and I’m quite fine with that. But I don’t necessarily feel like a man at a given moment, nor do I want to. And I’m not really sure whether these are enby feelings, or just generally feeling that gender norms are bullshit. (On that note: hot pink on black is a sweet colour combo, and the immediate family member who once tried to shame me for suggesting as much can shove it.)
On the other hand, these feelings aren’t so strong that I feel compelled to personally explore any of this. But I’m thinking I’ll follow a few more tags, as a means of casually comparing my experience with that of others.
Anyway, this dragged on for longer than I intended. Trans rights, and y’all have a great day.
#Enby #Nonbinary #Demiboy #LGBTQ