…to keep talking about sex. My sex, your sex, it’s time to talk about it. Expression is what I need to release these stories I have telling myself about my sex:
Born a female, I’ve decided to remain a woman for life. Those parts came with this soul, these bones, this skin, that hair and my face. Some days, I feel more like a man and that’s beautiful too. But, I was identified as “female” on my birth certificate and I still am a purple “Stephanie Bird!” to my parents when they get mad (which is definitely possible when using a funny picture of a dildo, I am “WORSE for words”).
Mom? Dad? I have no parents, but when I do, I sure hope those two love Birds love me enough to love me after this publication I called Birdanity. Win or lose with my parents, I was a parent too and it’s not easy to be a parent.
In any case, that’s the story today. I love human(s), and I have sex(es). Simple as that, and this morning needs to be a simple story for a simple gender fluid hu/man.