From considering becoming a transman to declaring myself genderqueer to becoming an activist for gender diversity, it's a journey. Lately, I've wanted a name to express my gender journey. The kingly Henry has caught my attention. I posted it on Facebook. The responses inspired me to write a poem.
Today, I posted a new name. "Hello Henry," was the first response. So good to be known, dear friend.
“Whatever brings you joy my friend,” was the second. You missed the point, my friend. This isn’t a pleasure trip this isn't a haircut. This is my identity my authenticity. This is about saying out loud who I am
Someone wrote, "What’s in a name?" I'm sending up a flare. I'm building a fire in the shape of a prayer
Even though we’re slow, we’re learning. Someday, it’ll feel like we always knew and understood that gender isn't definable as a pair of opposites. Someday we won’t think twice before we ask, "What's your pronoun?" Someday auto-spell check will know I dictated, “Ask my pronoun,” not, “Ask my problem.”