Diary of a Non-Binary

Part Twelve

I've always wondered why it's so hard for ignorant bigots to call me what I want to be called in the first place. It doesn't hurt them in the least calling me a "he" instead of a "she". One of them was trying so hard to avoid calling me either because she knew I would get pissed at her if she called me the wrong pronouns. It would just be a hell of a lot easier if she just called me "he", but I guess she's too much of a bigot to get that through her head. She think she has the right to be mad at me for something she's doing to herself. It would make things way easier if she just tried to be a decent person for once in her pathetic life.

I've been making a mark on my hand every time someone uses the wrong pronoun or just flat-out calls me a girl. It's actually been helping a lot, unlike my mom's idea that it'll make people want to make me make more marks on my hand. Since I've been doing it, the number has gone down to at least half of the original number. I think it's because my people actually see how much they're messing up and try to correct themselves. Another good thing about it is it makes it a bit easier to come out to people. They could ask about why I have marks on my hand and I'll explain that I put a new one there every time someone mistakenly calls me a girl. If they still don't get it, I can explain in more detail, but that one sentence is usually enough for them to get what I meant by that.

One thing that confuses me about bigots is that instead of trying to change what they say, they'll just say "Oh, it's just how I am, you can just ignore it whenever I say 'she'". Like, excuse me, it's kind of hard to ignore being stabbed in the stomach and having your heart stop beating with meaning for the rest of the day. Thanks, you ruined it.