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025 – Coming Out pt 1

Hey kiddos! We got a two-parter coming up! I got a few questions about my identity as a queer person, and a few on how to come out. You know what that means. A Queer Special. Aida: 'I was wondering if you could talk about coming out, or rather, your coming out story?' OllieDawg4:'Hey Dad, may I ask your pronouns? I just want to make sure I’m using the right ones.' Before I get started on answering your questions, I want to give you a little peak behind the curtain. The first draft of this comic was a dissertation on gender and biological sex. It was incredibly long. So long. I think I made some good points, but I can’t in good conscience put you through all that just for asking my pronouns. So let’s just get jump into the deep end. I am agender, and use they/them. Being agender means - to me - that I don’t feel like a man or a woman.   I am just me. It’s an identity that is usually placed next to non-binary or genderfluid under the trans umbrella. And there are many times when I simply call myself trans, since that’s a term more people are familiar with. And just to put this on the record — I’m nearly 40 years old. I’ve felt this way for as long as I can remember. This is not a trend, or a phase. As for my coming out story... I don’t really have one? I mentioned it briefly in the Bisexual Business episode — one day I showed up with a girlfriend and everyone just had to deal with it. The only real coming out I ever did was a couple of years ago when I told my mom I was agender. We were on the phone talking about Masterchef, and I blurted it out. I don’t know why I felt like I should tell her at that exact time. Six months earlier I’d sent off for a trans assessment so I could maybe get top surgery, and I think I was feeling weird about her not knowing about that. It’s one thing to show up with a surprise girlfriend. Showing up with your taters missing? That’s different. My mom was totally cool with it, by the way. She’s a big fan of the queer community - just a few weeks ago she stopped a trans person on the street just to tell them how beautiful she thought they were. I think I’m going to leave it there. If you have more questions about me, my queer journey, or something else - let me know in the comments! Oh, also let me know if you want to read my long rambling thoughts on gender. If so, I’ll edit something together and post it on my blog. Until next week! I love you, kiddo!
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