Boy Or Girl

boy or girlIf you’re wondering whether this is a boy or girl, how dare you!

Why should it matter?! You are stuck in your binary thinking.

Even wondering is a microagression. I’m not kidding. What’s your fucking problem?

The whole idea of gender is ridiculous and insulting. It’s not only a cultural construct, but bla bla bla.

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy, and I don’t even understand Shakespeare.

Gender is a spectrum. You need to be more gender-expansive.

Here, try again.

boy or girlSome people are really mad about the latest issue of National Geographic.

boy or girlMe, I don’t have to worry about being a gay man in a woman’s body. I’m comfortable with myself just as god made me. For others, it’s not so easy.

I certainly don’t care who uses which bathroom, as long as the line’s not too long.

But I admit I still like to know if I’m looking at a boy or girl.

Are you as fucked up in this respect?

Thoughts, insults, advice?


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12 Responses to Boy Or Girl

  1. Romeo says:

    All public bathrooms are to be avoided by everyone.

  2. Mark says:

    There’s a transgender woman who works at the CVS near me. She looks like a young Keri Russell. I want to tell her that, but I think she might think I’m pandering.

  3. Sister Wolf says:

    Romeo – True enough. I don’t use them much.

    Mark – Looking like Keri Russell is a win-win!

  4. David Duff says:

    “If you’re wondering whether this is a boy or girl, how dare you!”

    Er, well, sometimes it has to be asked because I still remember years ago watching a bunch of British sailors boozing away in a particularly naughty street in Singapore. Of course, us ‘old Far East hands’ knew that the prettiest girls were always men but one rather youthful sailor did not and having ignored the old and ugly dames on the game, finally chose a very attractive girl and to huge cheers from his mates, he went off up an alley with her – only to re-appear minutes later positively white under his tan!

    Honestly, he/she should have been sued under the Trades Description Act!

  5. Suspended says:

    Romeo – George Michael might agree.

    I’d say boy, girl, boy for the pics above.

    I like to know, just from the angle of avoiding potential offence.

    I was a pretty kid and my parents were never too quick to get my hair cut, as a result I was mistaken for a girl all the time, even when I got bumfluff on my top lip. For me, this was horribly embarrassing, especially when you were with friends. The bumfluff looked awful but I kept it there, hoping it would be a beacon of manhood ha ha

  6. Dana says:

    My oldest is trans. Thank god he lives in an accepting time and place.

  7. Andra says:

    I don’t care. You can be anybody or anything you want to be.
    I wouldn’t mind being my Burmese cat. She seems to have a pretty good deal going.

  8. Sister Wolf says:

    Dana – David Bowie and Prince both taught us that we can be whoever we want to be. I hope all stigma related to this can eventually disappear.

  9. Sister Wolf says:

    Andra – My dog also seems pretty satisfied but I’d probably rather be a tree.

  10. Sister Wolf says:

    Suspended – Both of my boys had very long hair when they were little and were always mistaken for girls. The first haircuts killed me.

  11. K8 says:

    I don’t understand why we are supposed to care so much. I’m female and I dress myself very feminine. Why should anyone care? I also can’t comprehend a situation in public (meaning when I am speaking with a stranger, like at a store) where it’s any of my business. If they look male, female, gender unidentified…I don’t need to put a label on them….It’s none of my business! Our culture is so obsessed with labeling everyone! How about just being a nice person? And I am in complete agreement, avoid public bathrooms if at all possible.

  12. Madam Restora says:

    David Duff ‘the prettiest girls are always men’.
    Fek, that’s a dreary thought.

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