(i wrote this response earlier but like. you knew i was non-binary before following me, right?)
ehhh not trying to dunk on you but i agree that it just isnāt necessary⦠no oneās stopping you from wearing pronoun badges or trans merch, and people have the right to choose if they want to be ācowardsā. people are still murdered for being trans.
gonna switch this to followers only like the Cowardā¢ļø i am. (edit: i chose to do unlisted, if people see this, it is what it is) generally iām open about being a non-binary lesbian.
gender is a fuck. iām currently fighting a million battles to stay alive. i donāt want to think too much about my own gender or transitioning right now. there are A LOT of thoughts there and iām not in a place to sort through them. they happen regularly but i generally try not to get to deep into them because i just canāt. (adding this now: before i came out my binary trans friend (now former friend) would shit on nb people for being ātrans trenderā and gave me a dirty look when i did come out. my friend has tried to get me to buy trans merch and i refuse because i feel fake even though im usually open about being nb. coward i guess idfk)
i currently āpresent,ā i guess, like a cis female. my hair is long as fuck. not that guys canāt have long hair, but with so many things out of control in my life, my hair is something i can somewhat control. iām having a biopsy for cancer in the coming weeks and that could take another thing away from me.
iād fucking love to present masc and ātry onā he/him pronouns for awhile to continue figuring out what the fuck is going on. i canāt wear a binder. i canāt even wear a bra. i have something wrong with my ribs and even slight pressure for a few hours can cause up to level ten pain for days where i can barely breathe and i cant even speak because those trigger the pain.
i canāt even fucking choose my clothes because i canāt even afford clothes.
my grandma, one of those most important people in my life, is 90 and isnāt getting any younger. iām sure she would love me no matter what. but she is very religious. i donāt think she would force me to change if she knew. when she found out i was an atheist she was distraught because she was afraid God would send me to Hell. she did not try to change me or say i was evil or shame me. she just cried a lot, mostly on her own, and worried because she doesnāt want me to go to Hell. she also worried that God punished me with chronic illness because Iām an atheist, but I want to make it clear that she genuinely doesnāt seem to blame me. she knows Iām a good person with a good heart (even if I donāt always believe that about myself). iām her only grandkid. mind you⦠sheās in Poland. sheās lived there her whole life.
i asked my dad if i should come out to my grandparents, and he was like haha, no, donāt. please. theyāre too old. theyāre already very worried about you. they donāt need more stress.
i think heās got a point. they donāt even know about the potential cancer shit or the upcoming surgery. i donāt even tell them how much shit iāve gone without because it would break their hearts and i know theyāre struggling with money and i donāt want to burden them. i tell them yeah iām sick but i tell them iām living comfortably.
i really thought about changing my name and gender. then i remembered that theyād probably see my passport when i visit them.
if that makes me a coward, well⦠to be fair. iām pretty open about the fact that i am a coward
if you enjoy being vocal about stuff then by all means continue, but if this upsets you iād suggest taking a break. itās not worth it