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i’m such an awful fuck for frank iero

A little kid at my painting camp pulled me over to the side and said “I don’t know how to ask this, but are you a boy or a girl?? I can’t tell.” And I was thrilled because I had passed the “child pointing out your appearance means gender” test as well as being approachable enough that he could ask. So I sat down and told him I was neither and explained that growing up I was told I was a girl but that I’m not, but I’m not a boy either. And he just looked at me and said “so you’re just a person.” Swear to god I had the biggest smile on my face when I told him that’s exactly what I was. For the rest of the day he just called me Izzy instead of Ms something or any gendered title and I got a hug at the end of camp. So if you say gender is too confusing for children to understand, I have a first grader who would tell you otherwise.

Sweet story of the day!

I work in childcare and one day this little kid comes and tugs on my jeans and asks, “Are you a girl or a boy?” And I answered, “well, sometimes I’m a boy and sometimes I’m a girl.” “So what are you right now?” “A boy.” And every once in a while since then, the kid will look up from playing or greet me with, “Are you a boy or a girl today?” and nod v seriously when I answer and then go back to playing

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY MY BOY