In my world, gender variance is just… normal.
My long hair and my beard.
My chest lay vacant of the breasts I desire. Sometimes.
In my world, gender fluidity is just… normal.
My bright eyes and my narrow jaw.
My crotch occupied by a flaccid organ that gets in the way. Sometimes.
In my world, gender queer is just… normal.
My soft skin and curve-less body.
My thick coarse hair that feels so uncomfortable. Sometimes.
For most everyone else,
I am just of alien essence.
(This two piece skirt & crop top are available in my thrift shop.)