So close to finishing in a month, I flaked on the last four... oh well.
27) Write a poem about being Genderqueer. (if you struggle, try a haiku, acrostic poem with your name, or just a stream of consciousness paragraph)
What am I today?
Why can't I just pick a side?
God f***ing d**nit.
28) Who are some people in your life, on or offline, who make your life better? Your relationship doesn't have to be related to queerness.
Pretty much all my friends, when they aren't rolled up in some kind of drama. Especially my two partners, who are both trans and are very, very supportive of me (the reverse is true as well, of course). My family makes my life better just by being more kind than the families of some of my loved ones... even if I'm not out to them and they aren't completely supportive of LGBT* issues. In general, I'm just pretty lucky, even if my life isn't perfect and I need to vent sometimes. No one in my life is completely toxic, and where I can't find support and resources with some of them, I can with others.
29) Some positive Genderqueer experiences
Most recently, in cancun, I was sir'd three times in one evening by waiters while I was at a restaurant with my parents... and they didn't correct either of them. The first one corrected himself, but the second one just kept going. He might have even sir'd me three times instead of two, I don't remember, I was just way too happy.
30) What does Genderqueer mean to you?
I've thought about it a lot, and I don't think it's something you can really put into words. It's something internal, like a feeling that's always with you and can either make you feel awful as >-bleeped-< or just... nothing above the usual? It's hard to describe something you've always felt because you don't really know anything to compare it to. I know, I like to participate in gendered things on occasion, and certain pronouns and presentations make me feel a lot better about myself on certain days... but when it's just me alone, when I look down, when I look out, when I look around, even when I look in the mirror... I don't see a gendered individual. I don't feel like one. These are not the hands of a man or a woman typing this right now, these are just hands. My hands. It gets a little harder to say that about body parts that are heavily gendered by society like my chest, and I want top surgery eventually, but in the end it's not to look like a man, it's just to look like me. Gender is the clothes that my soul decides to wear day by day (with little to no say-so from conscious me), but in the end, what's underneath the clothes is what is actually me. I am _________, and I am getting more and more okay with that.