"Well, that was unexpected," my friend told me after we had walked away from my exclamation.
"What was?" I asked.
"I mean you just said out of nowhere that you're not a girl. Is this a joke?"
No, it wasn't a joke. It just so happened that I was born in the wrong body. I had tried before to tell people, but I feared the same reaction would come up if I did. All the shes and hers were getting to my head. All these normal people around me not taking me seriously on a serious issue. My pride gets in the way of me trying to fix it, so I just let it go.
*One month ago, French class*
"Bonjour class, je m'appelle Madame Olstem. I will start roll call, you can reply with the French name you picked at the beginning of class."
I waited quietly as the others in the class had their names called. I had hoped that my name would come up last, so that way people wouldn't take notice of me.
"Mademoiselle Ryann?" Madame asked.
"Je m'appelle Alex, Madame," I replied with the name I had chosen, hoping she would get the clue by the way I looked that I was not to be called mademoiselle.
"Okay, mademoiselle Alex," She said, not getting the picture, and she moved on to the last few names.
By this point I was wondering whether I should even bother trying to change people's minds about what to call me, because though my entire life up until now, I had been called a girl and never objected. I guessed this was what I got for not figuring out sooner.
There were many abnormalities about me. A few years prior to this last experience, I had come out to my family and my school that I was a lesbian, but by now, I know that I'm not a lesbian, but I just like girls. Myself not being a girl, I can't call myself that. I have also been an atheist for a long time, I have never gone to church regularly, and I call myself a feminist/equalist. I've never gotten why people hate feminists so much, because they actually help the community as a whole. It's the feminazis that ruin the image for everyone claiming that men are all evil rapists or something or other.
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Diary of a Non-Binary
Non-FictionThis is just a collection of small stories of my daily life as a Non-Binary male. Includes bits from my perspective and some tips for my fellow trans* people. TOTALLY not finished, definitely a working progress, but I've decided to give you what I h...