He'd thought, way back when, that they were two friend-girls (which, at one point, he'd hoped they had the potential to be more.) Now it's not as clear; they're something or nothing in between, he thinks, eir stories opened bright on his screen. Neither of them are girls, he supposes, and neither of them are boys. He's a strange bastardization of a girl, maybe. Female with him/his plastered on his namesake.
Ey is more than one, perhaps? Ey's not so sure, and if ey isn't sure, he sure as hell wouldn't have any clue. He calls em she and ey; it switches in his mind sometimes. Ey hasn't clarified which would be best for em, mostly because ey has no idea. Ey will find out someday, ey's got all the time in the world. (and admittedly, he's not so sure he should be attaching a pronoun to em already, but ey says ey don't mind.)
And he'll find himself out, someday.
YOU ARE READING
gender-confused girls who like male pronouns, i.e. the story of me
غير روائيA probably-complete story (or collection of short stories, perhaps) about my search for an identity. First story was written with multiple different pronouns to figure out which one I felt fit me best.
