I AM AGENDER, BUT SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE AN ANDROID

By J.P.R. (Blogspot)

Like a
blank slate—

Am I gender void?

I’ve got “male” parts—
but sometimes I feel android.

As a small child it wasn’t unheard of
to see me to playing with dolls
but I would destroy all the Barbies
because they were unrealistic manifestations of beauty—

What gall!

Sometimes I’d dressed in drag and
did a fashion show for my little sis,
it felt no weirder to me than playing sports with the boys, digging for worms & catching crickets and other shit.

Sometimes I like to feel pretty

Sometimes I just want to hide away

I always want to smell pretty

The question is—how masculine or feminine today?

But masculinity and femininity – 

Seem like odd creations to me.

Never once have I actually felt like either

are really relevant to me.

If viewed in just my physical, naked, corporeal state
I understand that society would paint me one way.
But my physical body doesn’t define me in any real sense
so enough with the rewrites on my gender, okay? 

There is nothing wrong with the person
standing before you today
their gender identity may simply be one of none.
A state in which gender really doesn’t come into play.

I am agender
and to others it may seem like my gender is often in flux;

Because sometimes

I feel
Like
An

A
    n
d
r
o
    i
d

Just trying to free myself
from your social constructs.

👋🌞🖖

🖤💞💜

Published by aaaliteraryjournal

A literary journal dedicated to Asexual, Aromantic, and Agender storytelling, through poetry, essays, fiction, creative nonfiction, etc. We will publish on our page when submissions are open. You may now also follow us on Twitter at @AaaLiterary.

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