Feminine urge this, masculine urge that.

I've got the spirit of darkness urge to go absolutely buck wild.

something really interesting i've found in my gender presentation is that when i dress myself lately it's been to perform a kind of butch masculinity and when i shed the outer layers, underneath is the man that i am. i am both butch and man, and butch is more than my gender performance, but it used to be the other way around, where my gender performance was so strongly man and when i shed the outer layers, it showed a butch more than a man. seeing that transformation has been affirming and an interesting development of my gender

My gender is not a binary, not this or that. Your gender is not a thing you can touch or smell or taste, I would imagine. But mine is. Sometimes you can even hear it.

My gender is dawn glinting on steel, a shovel, a hammer, a sword. Hard work, a long day, beginnings with the promise of a deserved end. Sweat and strain and Effort for something worth doing.

My gender is an arrow, whizzing through the air with deadly precision, a pen scratching with manic intensity, a forge burning with steady heat. Skill and practice and focus on the next step. And the next. And the next.

My gender is teeth and fangs and ravening howls, ripping and tearing and splashing, red rage and ravening maw, hunger and lust and need and life. It is part of me and I am part of it and neither would exist without the other.

My gender is gravity. And light. And time. It doesn't exist, except theoretically, but you can still look around and see it, if you choose to. If you have the tools and an open mind.

My gender is mine. Is yours?

Being a trans woman is so fucking crazy because one minute you’re like “hell yes wearing this tiny apron is perfect for doing the dishes, I’d better do them all like the little slut I am” and you feel super feminine and the next moment you’re like “this sundress I ordered online in the biggest size is still too small and I can’t ever wear it outside of my home :(“ fucking crazy

cant decide if i like he/she outside of kink. is this a full part of me or just a thing i like in sexual scenarios. i wish i had more confidence to ask people to try it out on me and walk it back if i need to

Gender is so frustrating because like I'm nonbinary in that I wanna be feminine but like in a guy way but I don't wanna go on T so people are just gonna assume I'm a girl anyway and it's so Blegh

One of the greatest parts of realising I’m non-binary is how it made me accept my femininity and womanhood

I didn’t start learning how to put on makeup on, how to style my hair or actively wearing dresses until around my mid-teens and it’s been freeing!

I don’t consider my womanhood my gender, but more akin to a life experience that I’m still going through. It doesn’t encompass who I am but is still a major part to me that I want to explore now that I’ve finally become comfortable to

I don’t know if this makes sense or if anyone else feels the same. I know I’m probably not alone in this, but being non-binary is just portrayed as ironically binary sometimes when I consider myself a squiggly number instead of a blocky one

I want to be hairier so bad. Like…I want a hairy stomach, thighs, etc etc. I love my body hair and want more :3

I want to be seen as a girl in the way a 25 year old male actor is "so babygirl" but also the manliest man that ever manned but also neither in the way the clouds exist without a set physical form

The strangest thing for me so far about being read as a man in public is that people assume I'm athletic, or at least have a base level of physical competence. Presumably some of this is because of my build. I'm slim and fairly compact, which when I was being read as female was interpreted entirely differently and led to things like older men refusing to let me hold doors for them.

When Nik and I were on our way back from vacation, the nice lady checking us in at the airport noticed we had a very tight connection between our flights due to some weather delays, and she looked at me and asked, "can you run pretty fast?" I was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered enough to laugh and point out that Nik is half a foot taller than me and in fact all of that is leg. (Other reasons Nik is faster than me include my asthma, my being a lifelong indoor kid with weak ankles, and the fact that at the time I was barely 6 weeks recovered from top surgery.) The check-in attendant pivoted, saying to Nik, "Okay then, give him your bag and run for it."

Afterward, waiting in line for security, I marveled to Nik that this person had assumed I was the athletic one, and Nik said, "It's your male privilege." And they were being a bit facetious but I think they still got to the heart of the matter; the check-in attendant looked at the two of us, decided I was the man in the situation, and extrapolated from that that I was the most likely to sprint for the gate.

Meanwhile every time we go hiking, Nik hands me whatever they're carrying, says "Take this, it's holding me back," and goes crashing off into the underbrush and/or nearest body of water.

Van Helsing stepped from the carriage with the eager nimbleness of a boy. He saw me at once, and rushed up to me, saying:—

"Ah, friend John, how goes all? Well? So! I have been busy, for I come here to stay if need be. All affairs are settled with me, and I have much to tell. Madam Mina is with you? Yes. And her so fine husband? And Arthur and my friend Quincey, they are with you, too? Good!"

Thinking of how this scene reminds me of a husband returning from a trip asking his wife how the kids are. Also how Van Helsing is so excited to see Jack even though they saw each other less than 24 hours ago...

Hate it when "progressive" spaces have binary gendered restrooms. Hate having to choose which binary gender more closely aligns with my own. I don't fukken know, they're different things! Is 3 or blue more closely aligned with Paris? Are crawfish or boots more closely aligned with ceiling tiles? These things have nothing to do with one another!!!

i want to play around with presenting more masc/androgynous but i am p curvy and can’t really hide my shape. i also am fairly insecure about my body rn so ive just been experimenting with baggy clothes. when i was younger i was able to pass as more androgynous and i want to try to build a less feminine shape as i start working out again

women are so beautiful I wish I felt comfortable being one

Meant to share on here that the other week I went out in girlmode just for the evening by myself and it was great. And I had a real euphoria moment because I was standing on the sidewalk and a breeze started to make my skirt float up a bit. I felt like a real girl then and it made me feel so happy

I've started identifiying as non-binary after having a bit of a gender crisis lately but it doesn't quite feel right? But being a woman doesn't feel right, the thought of being a man actually makes my skin crawl, I've been looking at other labels: agender, bigender, demigirl, fluid but they all feel like I'm wearing someone elses clothes.

Gender just feels like a performance, an ocasionally fun perfomance, but a performance non-theless. A performance that gets more or less exhuasting depending on the audience and their expectations. I've been taking solace in the whole 'my gender is whatever's the funniest' thing cause it taps into the good part of that; performing gender to a crowd that acknowledges the performance and has fun with it.