It wasn’t until I was in my early fifties that I finally worked out that I was agender and asexual. Figuring out that I was asexual was the easier part of the equation. That really only required coming across knowledge of the orientation. But it still took me 45 years to get to that point, because it took me 45 years before I heard of asexuality.
I never realized how crucial awkwardness was to being a true LGBTQ+ ally. Recently, the pronoun they changed my mind. They has evolved beyond plural, into a singular pronoun for an individual with a non-binary gender identity. For some folks, they works well, while she or he doesn’t. But the word they, used in this way, seems to cause discomfort. I’ve heard many complaints and (in my admittedly limited experience) these are the most common.
I am all woman. Well, at least to the outside world, those who don’t know me, I appear to be all woman. I am six feet tall, a 35 inch inseam, have DD breasts, ample hips, a soft jaw line, long hair and I don’t shy away from dresses and make-up. In fact, I embrace the feminine on stage.
I suppose if you’re cis (or just think you are), you want to know how people come to this type of conclusion about ourselves.
After all, it’s not like we live in a world or culture where it’s any at all “normal” for people to question their assigned gender at birth (AGAB) at any point in their lives.