Today I am an angry androgyne.
An organization I've been part of for 15 years (and was part of the leadership for a while) is going through what is probably a necessary change... but it's not going smoothly. I'll spare the details, but essentially, some people who were a bit tangent to the group but had a kind of truce, are now being made to feel unwelcome. It's probably partially intentional (because everyones' place is being challenged) but I think people are taking it harder than was originally meant.
Along comes this guy, never known for his tact but generally respectful in the past, and compares these people -- furries, otherkin, multiples etc. -- to LGBT folks and laiming that those people are making him feel insecure and marginalized *as a male heterosexual*.
I started to post, deleted it, started again, deleted that, and walked away from the computer. Woke up this morning and decided I'd be wrong not to say something, came out about being androgyne and gave him both barrels.
And then I got dressed for work. My pinkest, most oversized, most femme shirt (which is theoretically a mens' shirt, but it's mine so it's an androgyne's shirt). Both Old Spice and Secret. Tough old jeans and stompy biker boots. I felt like I was dressing for gender battle.
I love this shirt. I've worn it only once, and that was to a feast during a weekend dedicated to Hethert (Hathor), the Egyptian goddess of femininity, love and joy. (In Kemetic Orthodox terms, I'm "beloved of" Her, meaning my primary relationship is with a different deity but She is a big influence.) At that time I was still identifying as male, but definitely knew something was going on. I was influenced pretty heavily by that event actually.
Uh, anyway. This is me in wrath: I write a forum post telling people they can't be sexist and homophobic, and I dress nice. Quake with fear, evildoers!