• gender euphoria •
Gender is a vulnerable subject for me. ..
🕑 Added 2023-11-02 15:04:57 +0000 UTC
• gender euphoria •
Gender is a vulnerable subject for me. It’s hard to express or explain in layman’s terms. I am nonbinary. I don’t agree with or adhere to gender norms. I don’t believe gender exists in the way it shows up in society today. But even the umbrella of 🌈NONBINARY🌈 doesn’t explain how everyone under said persona is going to look or act or who they are sexually attracted to.
If I have to use gendered terms to describe how I feel inside, I personally feel like a man living happily in a woman’s body. Not trapped. Not wanting to get out. Happily at home in the comfort of my soft curves and body parts. Prancing effeminately around, my pretty long hair bouncing with each movement. I get to wear my pretty little outfits and heels and in todays society be accepted for it because my body says I can do those things. Now, I’m sure the reason I feel this way is because I like to be in more masculine roles and in today’s society that is “man” and the second half of my description is “woman” but why resort back to caveman vocabulary when we are just cosmic creatures in a human experience? If I am but the dust of stars decaying, what does it matter is my wife calls me her husband even though I wear a dress? I am handsome. Strong. I provide for my woman. I’m a businessman. A family man. I am a romantic at heart. I’m the man from the books you read doing extravagant elaborate set ups just because it’s Tuesday and he wants to see you smile. A huge part of my journey in my sexuality has been realizing that I was never attracted to men like that, but I’ve wanted to be that man for a woman my whole life. I like my body. I love my breasts most days, I love being a pretty Fae boy with my shiny jewelry and locks of curls. So, that leaves us here. Some odd sort of middle ground where no one seems to get me except the person that calls me her beautiful husband, her handsome wife, her pretty boy, that uses he/him pronouns for me when I’m in full makeup and a dress. The only person whose lips wrap around my dick that isn’t a dick, teaching my soul that true unconditional love is gender euphoric.
