Gender, Species
I feel like at this point I really don't know what my gender is, if anything. It's interesting. I wish i had taken a more in depth journal on my whole path, but the short version is that over the years, I've realized that [my] inner sense of self is inseparable from my concept of self as a very internal-vibrant furry that is familiar with a posthuman, postgender vibe of being able to change when I want, whenever I want. reinvention as a normal facet of life.
Gender, Species
The biggest realization of my life is perhaps that I always had a concept of self with regards to species, furry... and a concept of self with regards to my orthocosmic self in a way that -always- felt at odds, incomplete...
Because I had compartmentalized all this "Stuff I Couldn't Be"
The huge realization was that I couldn't just be these things... I -was- them.
Gender, Species
I don't know what my gender is, and given the context of my ever-present sense of self's posthuman, postgender sort of nature, I'm not even sure I know what gender is? So does that make me nonbinary? agender? I... have no idea. and I'm not -worried- about that for once. I feel content to just be... me. queer neptunian otter :)
Gender, Species
@Oneironott I call that "postgender" myself.
Gender, Species
So at this point I found myself identifying again with genderfluidity, but it didn't quite captre things. Nothing was changing in my conceptualization.. I mean, I'm always Me I just have... options. Options in which i prefer my bodily form having certain default anatomy, but otherwise no feasible anatomy gives me dysphoria or upsets me. My presentation doesn't -feel- like my gender. I am androgynous and I rock back and forth between masculinity and femininity when it pleases.