slipping through my fingers

IV

I really, really hate the fact that people can't comprehend identities outside of the male and female gender norms. I don't know what my gender is. I wish I could just be some ambiguous entity and not have to worry about any of that, but I can't. Because everyone is so obsessed with labels, and I feel pressured to use them myself.

It's frustrating. When I want to be masculine, people judge me because I should be dressing 'properly', because I was born a girl. But when I dress femininely, people judge me even more. They accuse me of 'faking' being trans. What sense does that make? Why am I not allowed to feel comfortable in my own skin?

I remember reading about a cat named Hope. They were born with no reproductive organs, so nobody truly knows their gender. I wish I could be like that cat, then I could dress how I want without anyone reminding me of my identity, or how I was born. My body could be completely neutral. I think I would like that.

Unfortunately, that's not how it works. So now I'm forced to shove myself into tiny little boxes for others' comfort and understanding.