Ever since I was young I was unsure who I was, one day I was a girl, the next I felt like a guy. It became so apparent to me this was a problem, I began to note it, like an investigation, to figure out what I was inside. One day, during the first year of secondary school, I looked back upon my young thoughts on my gender, realising I, to that day still felt the same. Confused. Who was I? What was I? A question I could not for the life of me figure out. Yeah, sure, I was misgendered a lot, but I guess that's what a girl gets if she has shortened hair, and a flat chest, and pretty manly features (I mean Jeesh dude I had six packs going down here) but that was all, I knew I was a female, and I knew nothing would change that. Well, that was until I met Theodore Mave, a somewhat unpopular man-child, who had a nice heart and was easy to talk to, it was until he had told me about a friend of his, who suffered with something I believe was called Gender Dysphoria, and honestly, I had never related to someone I'd never met so much in my life, I mean seriously! It was almost like a mirror. But then again, I realised. Theodore was one of few people in my town to accept transgender rights, but in a town full of chavs who have next to no IQ, who can judge. Theodore went on about how his friends life had changed once they had came out, and how much love and support she had got (Male to female to clarify) but I knew I would not have that support. But that was the least of my concern at this point.
Who was I?
I decided on a name, Brendon, sure it was an uncommon name among most, but I had a strange connection to that name, as if it was meant to be my name since I was but a foetus in the womb. Jokes aside, I knew who I was. Or did I. I still had my feminine side; I still loved makeup and I still had crushes on guys, and believe me, periods were a constant reminder of my technical gender. But who I am inside, does not replicate who I am on the outside, inside I was Brendon Viska, and the outside. Outside I was a young, healthy, sixteen year old female, who did not feel right at all.
Theodore continued on about the different genders, (yes. There were more than just "male" and "female") informing me on facts I was edging to know, as I desperately needed to know what I was. Then he told me. The one word I could identify as, which covers both sides of the spectrum.
Fluidity of the genders.
Gender-Fluid.
