But I just don’t feel non-binary or fluid. I feel like nothing.
All in Agender: An Anthology
Little Revelations
The way I’ve begun to see it, I was always who I am, even if I wasn’t aware of it.
An Impostor: and other abstract thoughts
Sometimes, I feel like an impostor. A poser.
Welcome Drought
They call xym on the phone sometimes. / By mutual unspoken agreement, no / one speaks of the dam, though xe knows / what they think, and they know / xe knows.
How to Appreciate Unwanted Things
He sheds tears for your ignorance, but breathes / relief, unburdened of long-unwanted antiques.
Słowa, z których składa się samotność
It's not my breasts or my uterus that define who I am, just as my disabled leg does not define it. My mind defines who I am.
Thoughts on being a fem agender: And never feeling queer enough.
No matter how I look, I do not belong to any gendered category. I am just being me.
Untraditional
I’m not a woman nor am I a man / Nor any gender known under the sun.
The Skirt
If you could only alter you as in a game, stretching cheekbones and thinning legs to mannish ones, pulling out little hairs along your chin — if only it were cheap.
On Gender (and Lack Thereof)
…there isn’t a void inside me where gender should be. I’m not missing anything.
I Got It
I suppose I was unhappy with myself / Until my body started resembling an unwelcome guest / Maybe I just never gave it much thought / I let people paint and put a name on it
Living Agender, When the World Doesn’t Want You
Because even if gender isn’t something to ponder and question and agonize over for days or weeks or months or even years for them, it is for us.
The Road Model of Gender
People live in the cities because it’s convenient. Their stuff is there, moving is a hassle, and socio-economic reasons pressure people who hate the city to stay.
What Am I?
When I am awake, I act. Do my actions make me male? Do they make me female? Does doing things give me a gender?