#identity evolution

me, age 17, meeting queer people for the first time (theatre): i think i’m probably bi?

me, age 17, making out with a dreamboat femme: I LIKE GIRLS holy shit, GIRLS, wowee holy fuck she’s pretty she’s so pretty soft kisses, what’s she...OH HELL i,, wow

me, age 18, making a spectacularly bad decision: I love boyfriend, also fluttery about friend-girl roommate? maybe...date...boyfriend AND roommate?

me, age 18, crashing on friend’s couch: that woman has broken me. i don’t know what responsible polyamory looks like, but that sure wasn’t it. 

me, age 20, experimenting: i’m far too busy having wild nonmonogamous pansexual escapades with my wild pansexual boyfriend to consider thinking about my gender identity. i probably don’t have one. the cross-dressing is just for fun.

me, age 21, moving back home after breaking off engagement with wild pansexual fiance: i am sad and a mess and i don’t know anyone here. I Am A Pretty Girl, Please Be My Friend.

me, age 23, having Feelings about a strap-on: i guess i’m nonbinary, but nobody will ever take me seriously, so i’m locking that part of me in a box forever. 

me, age 25, after befriending a trans woman: what do you mean cis people actually feel connected to their assigned gender.