“As far as I’m concerned, being any gender is drag. -Patti Smith”
I haven’t updated this blog since “the walk,” mostly because gender stuff has panned out relatively… easily.
It feels so weird to say that, because despite the relative ease, a lot of changes are still occurring regularly in my head. My partner and I have come to the conclusion that I identify more as a cute-baby faced-gayboy than I do anything else, but I’m not even sure what that means. I mean, I do enjoy well-designed and thoughtfully chosen outfits, complete with sweater vests, and a tie that matches by boxers, but what does it all really mean?
At the end of the day, I’m not really sure what it means at al…. But what I am beginning to figure out is that I think we all spend an awful amount of time trying to figure out “who” or “what” we are, instead of just being ourselves. Why does it matter what “label” I fit (or don’t fit) into? At the end of the day, I’m just Alex.
I come with a bunch of characteristics from both sides of the gender binary that society has drawn out. I “laugh like a girl,” “dress like a boy,” “have soft, baby-faced features like a girl,” prefer sports over dolls like a boy,” and have a caring personality “like a girl.”
But if you take out all those preconceived notions of what gender means, you’ll find that I’m just… a good person. Judge me for what I contribute to the world, and not whether the sex on my birth certificate matches my choice of outfits or the length of my hair.
You’ll find life is much more enjoyable that way.