Time to write approximately twenty-eight paragraphs on my past experiences as a member of the LGBTQ+ community.
I’ve known I wasn’t cishet for a while now, however, I do believe that I wasn’t cis or straight before I knew that I wasn’t cis or straight.
When I was a toddler, I always liked more “masculine” things, especially clothes. I remember my favorite t-shirt was a grey one with a depiction of Perry the Platypus on it. However, when I entered grade school, I begged my mother for pink dresses and claimed to like Disney princesses and all that jazz just to fit in.
At around the age of 8, I would always roleplay on Animal Jam as a guy. My fake name was Kayden, and I was… an emo. I’m honestly glad my emo phase was years ago. Anyway, sometimes I’d try to online date other girls (cringey, I know). It didn’t feel wrong by any means.
Before I got my first period, I would wonder if, by any chance, I was a guy all along. I didn’t know about the differences between “female” and “male” genitalia. I heard that when my chest started to grow, it would make me feel “sexy”. It did not. In fact, they just felt like (and still feel like) grotesque lumps that bounced whenever I walked.
I’ve been trying out different labels for my sexuality and gender since I was about 12. At first, I thought I was bisexual. After that, I started to assume that I was pansexual, then lesbian. When I was 13 or 14, I came to the conclusion that I was in fact bisexual.
For my gender, it’s a little more complicated. When I was 13, I thought I was nonbinary. Then, I thought I was cisgender, a demigirl, cisgender again, a demigirl again, nonbinary, genderfluid, and now I’m testing out the label of “FtM transgender”, and I think it might stick.
Honestly, I prefer the statement “This is Ezra, heis male” over “This is (Deadname), sheis female” by a landslide. And honestly, “This is Ezra, theyare nonbinary” doesn’t fit well either.