drew

d r e w ‘ s i n t r o p o s t ! !

written in february 2026

i was born a girl,

i had the parts,

i had the chromosomes,

i had everything that made someone a girl.

cause, i was a girl.

i made myself wear dresses,

i made myself be curious about makeup,

i made myself like boys,

i made myself do all the things that girls are supposed to do,

cause i was a girl.

eventually, i realized i didn’t have to be overly feminine.

i could play a ton of video games,

i didn’t have to enjoy wearing dresses,

i didn’t have to pretend to like a boy,

i could be as masculine as i wanted

and i’d still be a girl,

cause i was a girl.

i don’t think i ever truly wanted to be a girl.

i wasn’t quite sure what it was,

i wasn’t satisfied calling myself one,

i thought that femininity was the problem.

so, i labeled myself as a tomboy.

not as a boy,

but just a girl who enjoyed masculinity,

cause i was a girl.

being a tomboy didn’t feel quite right,

i had an itch that i couldn’t fully scratch,

i didn’t mind being feminine.

i was fine with it,

i even enjoyed some aspects of it.

femininity itself was never the problem

the problem was that i was still a girl.

i was born a girl,

i had the parts,

i had the chromosomes,

i had everything that made someone a girl

except for the want to be one,

except for the feeling of being one,

cause i was not a girl.

i don’t remember when i figured it out

i think it just hit me one day,

i never had to be a girl,

i could be a boy.

so, i became a boy,

cause i was not a girl.

being a boy was so freeing,

i found a name that felt entirely like me,

i found friends who only ever knew me as a boy,

i found a person who i was entirely happy being.

and that person was a boy,

cause i was not a girl.

although, i backtracked eventually.

something happened,

something that i still don’t like to talk about.

and i didn’t want to be someone they knew,

and they knew a boy.

so i began to deny it,

i was never a boy,

it was just a phase,

cause i was not a boy and i was not a girl either.

i was fine with people seeing me as anything,

i didn’t know what i was myself,

labeling myself was too complicated,

at least that’s what i told myself,

i was whatever other people wanted me to be.

cause i was not a boy and i was not a girl either.

but, if anyone asked if i had a preference,

like really asked,

i would’ve told them if they wanted a label,

i would be a boy.

nobody ever did,

but i had that response prepared just incase.

i knew deep down, that i was still a boy,

cause i was definitely not a girl.

eventually i got tired of running from it,

i got tired of denying it.

i admitted to myself that i was right,

i was right about me being a boy,

i was right about always being one,

i was right with my labeling the first time,

which meant i was right about not being a girl.

it took me a long time to tell anyone,

i didn’t wanna ruin anything,

i didn’t wanna ruin friendships built on femininity,

i didn’t wanna ruin the way people thought of me,

i didn’t wanna ruin any dynamics with my friends,

and i was scared telling people would,

cause they would know i am not a girl.

it felt so refreshing for people to finally know,

it felt refreshing to be called by the name that i found several years ago,

it felt refreshing to be called a boy,

it felt refreshing to be known as a boy,

cause i am not a girl.

i still haven’t told all of my friends,

and i sure as hell haven’t told my family,

because i’m still scared.

i know nothing bad will happen,

i’m just too scared.

but i’ll tell more people that i’m a boy someday,

cause i am not a girl.

people still make mistakes sometimes,

and that’s fine,

i know i still look like a girl,

i know i still sound like a girl,

and i know i still have pretty feminine mannerisms,

but all of that’s fine,

cause despite that, i am not a girl.

i was born a girl,

i have the parts,

i have the chromosomes,

but i do not have the feeling of being a girl,

and i never fully had it,