So while my Daycare kiddos nap, I figured I'd do a quick introduction post. I've been here before under my old LJ, but that was something I left in the past (too much negative baggage and teenage style drama!)
My name is Rhett. No, that's not my full first name, but very few people actually call me by my full first name - my mom when she's annoyed, my grandparents, the parents of the kids I watch... but to most people I'm Rhett.
I'm 25 years old. But not really where I thought I'd be at 25. I live at home with my mom (and now my sister and my nephew - who's due to be born tomorrow morning! YIKES! That makes TWO of them!) and run a home daycare to help with bills.
I am asexual and biromantic. I hate labels. But unfortunately society keeps forcing more and more down our throats. FYI I don't hate sex... just ME and sex.
I am female in body, but very definitely genderqueer. When I was 17 and discovered there was such thing as Transgendered folks, I thought that YES! I AM TRANSGENDERED! And online (only) I started going by male pronouns, and a male name.
It was a HORRIBLE time in my life for me. It was a struggle against gender issues, and religious considerations (my entire family is VERY religious!) and the thought of losing all my friends and my family... it threw me back into the HUGE black pit of depression I had been trying to crawl out of.
But the time I was 21 or so, I had settled on being just... me.
I'm lucky that my mom is really understanding (my dad's a douchebag who lives in a different city with his perfect little family full of son's) and has never pushed anything feminine on me. Even when I was a kid she let me pick my clothes from the boys section, and struggled to find dresses without flowers on them for our religious meetings. Now as I get older she supports other aspects of my gender ambiguity... I have lady jeans because they were $15, not because I like them. I only wear men's underwear (WHY DID I NOT KNOW HOW FREAKING COMFORTABLE BOXER BRIEFS WERE BEFORE?!), and shirts. Most days the only women's clothes I wear is a bra... because I have to. My mom is not adverse to the idea of a breast reduction, and didn't even say anything negative when I told her I just would take them away... completely.
And I think, now at 25, I'm at least happy with WHO I am.
I am me. It doesn't matter if people think I'm male, or female. I don't get annoyed when people call me "ma'am" or use my full first name.
So, while the rest of the world wants to label me as a "Genderqueer asexual biromantic with a female body"... I'm just happy being... Rhett.( Intros can include pictures right?Collapse )