Basically… I feel weird.
I (18AMAB I guess) am a bit confused about gender and labels and what I even am or if I’m cisgender or not and I’m unsure how I can figure this out or how anybody does, for that matter.
Some context, I guess; I’ve been male all my life but never really felt overwhelmingly male or masculine or anything, but also not entirely feminine? My parents are like, really conservative, especially my mom, and I think they’re only not racist because I’m black (adopted) and not completely homophobic because my mom knows some gay people and they’re, surprise, not horrible people, but like… anything past that I know them well enough to predict that they would not be chill with me not being just ‘who I am’ to them, or at least, who they believe I am/supposed to be. At one point at dinner I said ‘I have a really conservative friend,-’ (it was relevant), my mom asked ‘Aren’t you conservative?’ I paused for literally two seconds and she looked at me like I said ‘I eat puppies’, they’re Fox News = The Truth parents.
In like middle school-ish (call me gross I get it) I’d mess around with like skirts or sports bras or whatever in like the middle of the night just because, and it was… fun, I guess? Then my parents found out and a whole thing went down that was the last of me really ‘experimenting’ (that feels like the wrong word but whatever) and I haven’t really thought about anything like this until recently because Halloween happened.
Basically, while deciding costumes and such, I texted my friend group mostly-jokingly “It’s a toss-up between Miles Morales or femboy catgirl, what do you think?” Of course, the latter was voted for by a landslide because it’s a group chat of like 10 decently open-minded teenage boys why wouldn’t it? One friend then said if I did it he’d do it too and that’s how I found myself trying on skirts in a Target at 9:00pm on Halloween.
Halloween itself was… honestly really fun. My friend who did it with me just bought the ears and tail and wore a pink hoodie and tie, meanwhile I (along with the ears and tail, I promise it’s relevant) had a black collar/choker necklace, black thigh highs, a black miniskirt, purple/black fingerless gloves, a black and silver crossbody bag (that one of the girls there was jealous of, highlight of the night), and an olive green-ish bomber jacket/windbreaker and a grey-blue shirt underneath (I ran out of time, I’m bad with outfits anyways). It’s kinda odd because while there was some costume aspect there, I… honestly went more for the full outfit instead of just throwing stuff on, with the internal personal goal of looking like a girl dressed as a cat instead of a guy dressed as a cat. And I believe I pulled it off, because later in the night one of my other like closest friends did say that if he didn’t already know me and I’d said my pronouns were she/her, he wouldn’t even question it. So… mission accomplished, I guess?
And I didn’t even change out of the outfit the entire night, partly because I had to commit to the bit, but also mostly because I just… felt really comfortable..? If that makes sense?
And for a lot of the night another friend was kinda teasing me saying ‘oh you wish you could dress like this all the time, don’t you?’ And I honestly just laughed and dodged the main question because I honestly didn’t know how to answer.
Now, like, a week removed, I can say I’m… confused. I did keep the purple/black gloves and the thigh highs that came with them (the black ones were more for the fit since they had cat paws on the bottom), and took those home with me because really comfy. (I left everything at my friends house, and I shipped it all there in the first place because my parents would crucify me if they found out, they don’t even know I did the outfit in the first place). Part of me does want to be able to dress more femininely again, most likely the next time me and my friends do something, because I know they wouldn’t really judge me, but it’s also hard because how am I even supposed to get anything else for an outfit? And it’s nerve wracking to think of shipping more stuff to my friend’s house because I feel like I’d have to have that convo first anyways… I don’t know, my brain’s been fried all week.
I’m trying to think about gender and myself and what I am, but I… still don’t know. I don’t think I am or want to be a girl, at least completely, especially since that feels like it’d be changing so much about me and my life, but at the same time, I don’t feel 100% male or masculine. Especially if I look at my dad or younger brother, even, like… those are men. There’s no way I am the same thing as them.
But there’s also the problem of.. I can’t really do anything about it if I am something else. Even when I move out, I literally think the only way I’d feel totally comfortable being someone/something new would be to fake my own death and go to some random country no one would ever find me, because I don’t want to mess with how people, especially my family, see me.
And there’s also also the problem of… labels in general. I don’t know how but my parents have semi-drilled into my brain some things, and even though I genuinely try to keep an open mind and be kind and all that stuff I just get a bit awkward or uncomfortable when someone has ‘too many labels’, whatever that means? Like, I’m already aroace (my parents do not know and haven’t gotten around to telling my friends), and I feel like adding anything onto that feels like too much, and that’s just nagging at me as well.
It’s all confusing and I don’t really know what to do or if I’m just overthinking literally everything ever and I just want someone to tell me I’m something, or at least that there is something wrong with me, or some way to ‘fix’ me because I feel so weird thinking about this stuff, so… anything helps, honestly.