I imagine moving away to a new place, and transitioning there. West coast, east coast, northern remote parts of the globe.
I haven’t really brought this up much, but this isn’t an official declaration. I am just saying I have thought about this for years. I am not a girl, or a boy, but I use these metaphors for labels of how I am feeling or how I think I look.
If I ever transitioned, I would want it to be a humourous thing. At least, humourous for me because usually transitioning is a serious, high-emotions, high-cost thing.
In this new place, I would tell different people different names that I wanted them to use. Masculine and feminine names. I’d tell a few people to call me Andrew, others Trevor, some Jessica, others Anna. I’d say call me she, or he, or it, or them to different people.
Mostly to see how it feels to be called different things, but also to thrust some of the confusion I feel onto others.
“I met him last night.”
“No, her name is Anna.”
“Actually, them, is their preferred pronouns.”
Call me Sonya, or call me Sammy. Call me Kim, or call me Kevin. Give you the confusion.
