Demifemale/male + Nonfemale/male!!
Demifemale is a term for someone who identifies loosely with a female identity, though not completely, and feels they do not fit in the sex binary.
Demimale is a term for someone who identifies loosely with a male identity, though not completely, and feels they do not fit in the sex binary.
Nonfemale is a term for someone who is AFAB and does not identify as female, but feels no strong connection to any other sex identity.
Nonmale is a term for someone who is AMAB and does not identify as male, but feels no strong connection to any other sex identity.
Reminder that female doesn't necessarily mean woman and male doesn't necessarily mean man
In this case, female and male is referring to sex and not gender
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Some reasons for possibly identifying this way: using male for sex (wolfadic) and woman for gender identity (wifgender) [transsex cisgender or cissex transgender]; using both maleness/malehood and womanhood/womankind as gender self-identifiers (multigender, femache, androgyne, transandrogynous or gendervast) while not necessarily using female or man for oneself (pleonotic); being intersex/intergender; plurality of (sub)selves or (sub)personas/multiple headmates or alters/fragmented system (such as detragender (azligender/levigender/ecligender) or conuengender).
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I saw your post about the female man and male woman thing, what does it mean I'm genuinely curious?
it encompasses pleonotic multigender experiences. for example, a a guy could be uncomfortable being referred as a boy, just as a woman could be uncomfortable being labeled as female. some people are comfortable identifying this way, being a male woman, for example, a male individual can be non-man.
these experiences can be also a way to identify sex identity with gender identity, this being called varsexgender. here are explanations: female man (mulladic man); male woman (wolfadic woman). so it could mean cissex transgender or transsex cisgender.
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Can we just mention Archie for a moment? Archie who was so steeped in violence and death that she thought there was no such thing as hope, and then she heard Jim telling Pinocchio to Fang and fell in love? Archie who took exactly 1.5 seconds of badassery to jump right into Stede's crew and be embraced by them? Archie who never stopped laughing and smiling once she was on board the Revenge? Archie who fell right into her polycule with Jim and Olu and is gonna be fucking thrilled to have Zheng there too? Archie who is definitely the chaos child and adopted Stede as her dad within a few days?
I just...I really like Archie.
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"I get it. I do"
This entire post proves that you don't.
Women do not want a flower. We don't need a flower to appease us or validate us. We want actual, structural, institutional change. Because we are- from birth - subject to misogyny and sexism in every aspect of our lives. A flower is not going to change the pay disparity we face. A flower is not going to stop domestic violence. A flower is not going to help women suffering for decades due to medical misogyny.
We want to tear the system apart. You want a flower to soothe your ego.
We are not the same.
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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.
you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.
he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.
a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.
he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.
you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.
people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.
wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.
also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.
he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."
you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.
"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."
he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.
you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.
is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?
you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.
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