Note: I don't mean to come off rude, demeaning, ignorant, or anything of that nature.
It's been bugging me for a while. I've been to therapists since I was 9, diagnosed early in life, out in my teens, transitioning in my later teens. But when they documented as "GID"s on my paperwork, I always wondered what exactly that really meant. I know it means "Gender Identity Disorder", which was coverage on my grandmother's insurance at the time so I wasn't listed as an actual Trans, but confused, more or less.
Call me what you may, but... Since when did Gender become an Identity? I've seen it said here. I've questioned it to my full extent. However, the pieces don't seem to connect appropriately.
As a person, you can identify as Italian-American, Russian, or various other things. But usually, it's because that's what's in your blood, where you are from. You can identify as Hipster, Goth, Nerd, or Geek, but that's usually based on preferences, hobbies, or the like.
I do not identify as a male. At no point in my life, did I go "Well, I think today I want to be a boy". At least, I do not see it that way. Why do we call it gender identity if it's really just a case of "oops, god dun f--- up?" (not meaning to offend anyone but I have no other metaphorical equivalent to that reference). Because, I am a male. I do not identify as one. I just am. How is it my fault someone goofed up? That I was blessed with such a fabulous curse? It's like an ex-girlfriend told me. I was never a girl, I may have had the picture but the pieces were from a different puzzle. She was remarkably accepting, and caring. We are still friends to this day. When I'd rant and rave about how angry I was for being born this way, or being depressed because I will never be a real male. I will never be good enough for a straight girl when they can turn around and find a real man that can give them what they want or need without any loops or jumps. And she'd just stare at me and go "You are a real man, as real as ever. You just had to work a little harder to be a real man. There is no shame in that."
So... Is it only me that thinks this way? That... well, I just am a male. And we're all a part of a crappy novel, like the likes of "Help! I'm Trapped in My Teachers Body!" (by Todd Strasser).