‘Blurgendered’ is my new term for when asked what my gender is and I’ll abbreviate it “blurg.” I’ve named it after the band, Blur, not because I’m into them but because their song, Boys And Girls, pretty much nails how I feel about my gender.

I’m a:

girl who’s a boy
who like boys to be girls
who does boys like they’re girls
who does girls like they’re boys

Or, you know, something like that.  And, anyway, I’m non-binary and fluid, blurring the lines one way, then another—at least in how I feel about my gender.  

Also, that’s how I feel when asked the gender question anyway…”blurg.”

For more about my quest to identify my gender, you can read this wall of text here.

seriouslyamerica:

lafillemange:

After commenting to http://chubbyhearts.com/ about the fact that some folks are ladies AND gentlemen, this is what I got back.  I’d like to point out, http://cuddlingisoptional.com/, that it isn’t an argument; it’s a fact.

Damn straight, lafillmange!

And some people are neither guys nor ladies.

Absolutely true!

After commenting to http://chubbyhearts.com/ about the fact that some folks are ladies AND gentlemen, this is what I got back.  I’d like to point out, http://cuddlingisoptional.com/, that it isn’t an argument; it’s a fact.

magiclistofguyswholikefatgirls:

fuckyeahchubbyguys:

fuckyeahchubbyguys:

Ok guys, the time is now. The Chubby Hearts Club is officially live (except our search is still being weird, but we are sorting that out). For all of those that are chubby or love chubby…this is your dating site.

http://chubbyhearts.com

What I need you guys to do is reblog this and then go and submit a profile! It is totally free and totally run on tumblr. Best of both worlds.

I was going to submit to this site, because I am, well, more than chubby and I love supporting anything about chub or love or chub love, but then I saw this on their submission page:

Please ONLY select the tags that pertain to you. If we get submissions with I am a Guy and I am a Lady checked we will just delete them. Sorry, but it creates more work for us and makes it so that your profile fucks up our back-end coding. DON’T DO IT…please?

And since I don’t identify as strictly female…and since there are people who are BOTH at the same time…and since this little bit of fuckery erases and talks down to such people, I decided not to submit.

I’m very okay with the fact that I am a woman; I am not very okay with the fact that I don’t have a cock of my own! And I don’t have penis envy, because I don’t want your cock. I want my cock. The one that feels as though it’s been missing my whole life.

stfuconservatives:

purdoom:

socialistscum:

sweetupndown:

you thought I didn’t really notice. But I did. I wanted to high-five you.

Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15-17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10-12 years old. Thy were talking about finding a game for the younger one, and he was absolutely insisting it be one with a female charcter. I don’t know how many of y’all play games, but that isn’t exactly easy. Eventually, I helped the brothers pick a game called Mirror’s Edge. The youngest was pretty excited about the game, and then he specifically asked me.. “Do you have any girl color controllers?”

I directed him to the only colored controllers we have which includes pink and purple ones. He grabbed the purple one, and informed me purple was his FAVORITE.

The boys had been taking awhile, so their father eventually comes in. He see’s the game, and the controller, and starts in on the youngest about how he needs to pick something different. Something more manly. Something with guns and fighting, and certainly not a purple controller. He tries to convince him to get the new Zombie game “Dead Island.” and the little boy just stands their repeating “Dad, this is what I want, ok?” Eventually it turns into a full blown argument complete with Dad threatening to whoop his son if he doesn’t choose different items.

That’s when big brother stepped in. He said to his Dad “It’s my money, it’s my gift to him, if it’s what he wants I’m getting it for him, and if your gonna hit anyone for it, it’s going to be me.”

Dad just gives his oldest son a strong stern stare down, and then leaves the store. Little brother is crying quietly, I walk over and ruffle his hair (yes this happened all in front of me.) I say “I’m a girl, and I like the color blue, and I like shooting games. There’s nothing wrong with what you like. Even if it’s different that what people think you should.”

Big brother then leans down, kisses little brother on the head, and says “Don’t worry dude.”

They check out and leave, and all I can think is how awesome big brother is, how sweet little brother is, and how Dad ought to be ashamed for trying to make his son any other way.

Rad.

wow. I definitely teared up.

Again: why feminism still matters, to everyone.

Yes, on all of this but Dad.