Molo

Fun-Fact: The Platypus is too much of a cow to be considered humanoid. It's lack of humanity is not related to ducks.

You are the last thing that remains from the before. Before death, before the war, before the end. It was the end that destroyed everything. The end that turned the cities to dust and the forrest to ash. But it did what it was supposed to. And now, the here is empty, and the only thing remaining of beyond the portals is fire and the souls of the fallen, of friends and enemies, the victims of the End. And the she left, to another world to tear apart, leaving nothing behind but ruins and corpses, unable to die. And you. She left you. She left you behind to wander alone through the broken worlds, broken by the war between the here and beyond the portals. You wake up, another day, with nothing to call your own. This time you will get her. This time, you will get revenge. This time you will free the end of her rule. This time you will end her. You go looking for a tree...

Why does being told I look like a woman make me happy? Isn't gender just a societal concept? Isn't woman just an empty and meaningless word, that logically couldn't have any direct influence on physical appearence? If so, how does one even look like a woman? Woman has no look. It's just a word. But then why do I like being told I look like a woman? Is it gender euphoria or do I just like the sound of the word? How do people identify as these things? Am I just to stupid to understand it? Is there supposed to be some kind of folder in my brain that says "gender"?