Labels

Labels, labels, everyone hates labels, myself included. However, if we didn't have labels grocery shopping would be kinda tough. So, as you may have figured out by now, I was born, physically at least, a boy. At some point along the way, or perhaps at birth, my brain rebelled against this notion. There is portion of my brain, soul, spirit, whatever, that is female and needs to be let outside from time to time. About Ninety-five percent of the time, I'm Mr. Fell walking around doing things that normal folk do, I suppose and I'm pretty happy with my male self, I'm an attractive fella and being a man doesn't bother me. I may not be the most masculine of guys, but I doubt anyone would suspect I prance about in skirts on the weekends.

So, would I ever like to become a female full-time? I don't think so. I've entertained the idea and although the idea isn't horrific to me, I'm not going to run out tomorrow and get my winky cut off. That part of it all seems far too permanent and scary to me. Besides I've grown quite fond of my tiddly-diddly and would hate to lose it. And y'know what? I actually like switching back and forth between genders. I think it's pretty cool, that and I've always had a hard time committing to anything, genders included. Fear of commitment...see there's proof of my maleness!

Oh yeah, label....um, I consider myself transgendered. I guess because it sounds fairly cool and there aren't too many preconceived notions attached to it. So there!