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I've been having a lot of thoughts lately about being non-binary. I have been meaning to put my thoughts here, but I really want to do this justice. The discovery of the concept of being "non-binary" (which was thanks to The Penumbra Podcast), to me, is right up there in magnitude to the discovery of the concept of "asexuality" and my life--and my struggles with my self-image--make SO much more sense in hindsight when viewed through that lens.
So, while I will write more about this in the future, hopefully, my MA today in clinic made this weird comment about "Are they a man or a woman" (and I'm actually not sure if she was talking about my next patient or not, but the lead-in to this topic was such that I could play the "obfuscating stupidity" card and pretend that she was talking about me and therefore keep the conversation from becoming something offensive against a patient) and so I said, "y'know, I'm not quite sure what I am." She took it as joking and I didn't dissuade her, but...it was so comfortable doing so.
Interestingly, she's the first person who's made a comment about my lack of "love life" since...intern year, I guess. Therefore, I get to dance around the fact that I'm asexual with her as well. It's sort of fun to flirt with the idea of coming out of closets. Sort of dangerous, sort of mysterious, and...good practice in the long-run?
Anyway, I'm wiped. Time for bed.
(Also, I just spent an hour outlining my next fic in the series I'm writing and...man, it's gonna be a doozy of a project...)
So, while I will write more about this in the future, hopefully, my MA today in clinic made this weird comment about "Are they a man or a woman" (and I'm actually not sure if she was talking about my next patient or not, but the lead-in to this topic was such that I could play the "obfuscating stupidity" card and pretend that she was talking about me and therefore keep the conversation from becoming something offensive against a patient) and so I said, "y'know, I'm not quite sure what I am." She took it as joking and I didn't dissuade her, but...it was so comfortable doing so.
Interestingly, she's the first person who's made a comment about my lack of "love life" since...intern year, I guess. Therefore, I get to dance around the fact that I'm asexual with her as well. It's sort of fun to flirt with the idea of coming out of closets. Sort of dangerous, sort of mysterious, and...good practice in the long-run?
Anyway, I'm wiped. Time for bed.
(Also, I just spent an hour outlining my next fic in the series I'm writing and...man, it's gonna be a doozy of a project...)