How I Told the World I’m Neither a Man Nor a Woman
Years later, once I had established myself in New York and found a community of friends who welcomed discussion on such issues, who asked preferred pronouns and respected all genders, I experienced an important self-discovery: I don’t need to look a certain way to identify, and to feel, the way that I do. My identity and its expression are separate, and at times may even appear to contradict one another. Yes, I wear a lot of makeup, but beauty doesn’t need to be ascribed to just one gender.
H/T: Esquire
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