*deep breath*
I am an androgyn when I'm dressed in "women's clothes"
I am an androgyn when I'm dressed in "men's clothes"
I am an androgyn when I'm naked.
I don't properly fit in the women's rest room, or the men's rest room.
Part of me fits in a gaggle of women.....but part of me never will.
Part of me fits in a group of men....but part of me doesn't get them at all.
I am an androgyn when I knit, and quilt.
I am an androgyn when I work with wood, and improve my homestead.
I am not an androgyn so I can have the "best of both worlds"
I am an androgyn who lives with both the pros, and the cons; of my gender identity and expression.
I am not an androgyn so I can confuse you, or f**k with your head.
I am an androgyn because it is my identity.
I am an androgyn because it is part of my core.
In fact...my identity has nothing to do with you....and everything to do with me.
I am an androgyn and I'm not confused about that. I'm not too scared to say I'm FtM. In fact...I'd rather it. I've TRIED to convince myself I'm fully male and it's just not the case. It's DAMN HARD to own my androgyn identity some days. The lack of understanding even within the trans community isn't easy. I'm not taking an easy road...because this *isn't easy*.
I am an androgyn and I was wired for a penis and a vagina....and it doesn't matter how much money I make, or how much I talk it over with my therapist...I will NEVER properly...have the configuration I was wired for.
I am an androgyn....and this journey to be my most core self...has left scars. But it's been worth it. Every step, every choice, every layer of this onion I've removed...it's been worth it.
I am an androgyn.