end of night gender thoughts
I’m getting more and more used to the idea of not having to make compromises with regards to how i see myself (gender, species).
The wall is long breached, and the inner self that my self-aspirations spring from is literally a furry alien otter from a planet way out there/in here on an aquatic, empathic planet.
The wall was the seperation of paracosm and orthocosm with regards to inward view or self. “that’s just play so what realistic standard do i aspire to”
end of night gender thoughts
I’m starting to break those walls more and more through flowing from feminine now both that and a enby brand of femboi. I start to thinking “what the hell. Am i enby/demiboy boy? i still like being a girl at times!
i need to stop pretending the wall is still whole
And walk through the breach.
I am not a boy or girl or enby demiboy
or any of the singular labels of human gender.
I already know who i am. Androgynous, but otter. I am this which i make and be and become
end of night gender thoughts
I do not have to make that compromise anymore. Not internally. I do not have to keep wondering if i’m fluid or girl or enby. The answers has always already been here.
I do not have to keep speaking and performing that compromise.
It will be easier as my bio body becomes more capable of anatomic/presentational modularity, but what i think i want/need to focus on is who i am without that compromise.
