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The genderfluid experience of whether or not I'm "a girl" having no obvious correlation to how femme I'm feeling.

The genderfluid experience of how bothered I am by not wearing my breast forms having no obvious correlation to how masc or femme I'm feeling.

The genderfluid experience of my gender mostly existing *gestures vaguely* over there somewhere, and having no idea what it's doing at any given moment until I have a reason to look directly at it.

The genderfluid experience of preferring they/them primarily out of practicality, because I'm usually as clueless as anyone else what pronouns feel right at any given moment until I get hit with one, and they/them is simply the most reliable safe bet.

pack it up boys we've made a social blunder

let's run that again

one more time normal style

I'm going to become a statistic

further proof god is out to get me

it's because I tore my acl senior year

I couldn't do it for religious reasons

my ex took my talent in the divorce