#*nb

There is nothing people have said that convinces me that it's a legitimate gender. Other then self-reporting, there is not sufficient neurological data to support the existence of a non-binary gender like there is to support the gender incongruence of binary trans people.

I think a lot of the gender dysphoria described by non-binary individuals is either gender dysphoria that is actually binary or is actually body dysmorphia or poor body image miscategorized as gender dysphoria.

Without gender dysphoria, you cannot be transgender. So that also eliminates a lot of non-binary individuals who don't report gender dysphoria. I also believe gender euphoria and gender dysphoria are two sides of the same coin. It cannot exist without gender dysphoria.

I did used to believe in non-binary genders. When I was a middleschooler I actually identified as non-binary for some time. This was 13 years ago when tumblr was still relatively new. Until I met my friend who was actually transgender and was able to see what gender dysphoria entailed. We were not the same.

Public speaking wasn’t something Harry enjoyed doing, and the entire five minutes it took him to speak to the Wizengamot was enough to see him through the next year. But if he was being honest, just being in the public eye wasn’t his thing, which was why in the months following the end of the war, he’d completely distanced himself from everyone. It had been four months since, and Harry had purposely avoided everyone, disappearing completely and hiding away. After sacrificing the last seven years of his life, he figured he deserved it. Even so, that was probably why the news reporters had a field day when he reemerged ahead of the trials for the convicted Death Eaters. One of the reasons, at least. 

The main reason was probably because it was the trial for the Malfoys.

Harry was going to leave after he gave his testimony, but something kept him from leaving. Thankfully, as people began to spill from the court room, they seemed to acknowledge the fact that Harry wanted to be left alone. He gave them an appreciative nod, pushing himself from the wall that he was leaning against when he saw the familiar sight of blonde hair. 

“Malfoy,” Harry called after him, not expecting him to turn around. He met the gaze of Narcissa first, giving her a small smile, “Mrs. Malfoy.” Harry looked back at Draco. “Uh, can I talk to you?”