Gender neutral pronoun posters.
fuck the gender binary
Yogurtland robin here!
So we have two spoon color options to choose from, pink and green. Now, yes, we do ask which color you want. Some may ask, why does it even matter? That’s the same question I ask myself. Part of the protocol, I guess. ANYWAYS.
I get this all the time: when I ask, “Would you like a pink or a green spoon?” and I get the response of, “A green spoon, of course. I’m a guy.” or, “Pink for girls, duh.” And to be honest, (depending on how the customer says it, of course) it kinda irks me.
I remember one time a little boy asked for a pink spoon, and the mother said, “No, he’ll have a green spoon. He’s a boy.” Or another time, a little boy got a pink spoon, and the next customer in line said, “That little boy has issues. Didn’t his parents teach him better than that?”
Over. A. Damn. Spoon.
I really don’t want to hear your sexist, stereotypical, and basically bigoted comments due to someone’s choice of color of spoon to eat their froyo with, gdi.
here, have some pronouns
This entry is going to be about gender and gender expression and stuff. If you aren’t transgender or gender fluid you may find this whole thing boring in which case feel free to ignore it.
My fashion choices have always been flamboyant or “feminine”. I’ve never seen a reason to change that, because it makes me happy. In recent years it has also become something of a hindrance to me. Being male and androgynous is enough reason for people to misgender me every day and my choice of clothing only makes it worst. I used to say it was no big deal, plenty of guys dress flamboyantly or “femininely” such as Bowie and Patrick Wolf, so why not me?
But there was the problem in itself: I’m not them. Enjoying it on them does not make me any less insecure. I’m high stress and have social anxiety, so correcting people when they misgender me is very hard to do. It doesn’t make it any easier for me that often times when I DO correct someone, I get told off or stared at as if I’m pulling some elaborate prank. The whole thing is very awkward and stressful and I end up avoiding interaction with people at all.
I normally tell myself that it didn’t matter how I dressed or how I cut my hair because I’d always a look like a girl, no matter what I did. I can’t help the way my face looks. I always look way younger than I actually am (a plus if you ask me) and I’m short and small. But recently I started dressing in a more traditionally masculine way (and a much more boring one at that. Also, why do women get a monopoly on all the pretty things?) and I noticed that I got misgendered less. It was a feeling I enjoyed.
In San Fran, however, looking at all the well dressed people made me miss my old way of dress. Then something happened. I started to get misgendered again. A lot. I realised, for real this time, that it doesn’t matter how I dress or do my hair or any of that. I’ll always look like this and people will see whatever theyve been conditioned to see. I got misgendered three times dressing “like a man” and yet there was a night where I was perfectly happy in my own clothes and I got recognised as a boy so it all just depends on who is looking at me.
While Normally this might depress me - and I’m not saying it never will again - I feel really relieved. I can wear whatever I want, it doesn’t matter. I can’t help my face, it is what it is. Im not saying clothing doesn’t play a part, it does, just not always a significant one. I’ll never look the way I want to look, but at least I can dress in a way that makes me happy.
I guess my point is that you can’t please everyone. A humans mind is a strange and complicated thing, but you can only sacrifice your happiness for so long before you get beaten down. Try not to let a strangers opinion matter so much.
you dont!!! need!!! to know!!! someones!!! biological sex!!!!! unless!!!! you have gotten!!!! consent!!!! to sleep!!!! with them!!!!!!
accepted pronouns are “my liege” and “your majesty”