It came up during my evening out the other night (more on that in another post), and it definitely came up in the midst of being made fun of a week or two ago: I sometimes wish I could just hand out cards explaining what’s what rather than have to launch into some kind of speech on myself.

This shouldn’t be very difficult. I’m biologically male. Gender-wise, I’m somewhere in the middle, leaning slightly feminine. I’m heterosexual from my biology. That’s it. That’s all.

The weight of the assumptions about me is what is getting to me the most. It’s the most wearisome. Maybe if I get this card to hand out, I can just leave the last line as “Now mind your own damn business.”

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