Mandatory Responses:
First ask your parents what they would have named you if you'd turned out to be a different gender... or sex?
( not sure what the terms are but you get the gist , trying to be all-inclusive )
How do you feel about that/those name(s)?Voluntary Responses:
Discuss your personal flirtations/explorations with alternative sexual expression/gender and ... Sorry but you are not allowed to view spoiler contents.
Moms wanted to name me Holly, she liked the floral reference - and middle name June after her mother.
I actually much prefer that name. It would have been both alliterative and symmetrical
I'm glad I have her maiden surname as my middle though.
I was named after my father's brother who has now basically disowned my dad. Probably with some good reason.
My dad neglected to help his brother during the last years of their parent's lives. So when the time came, uncle cut dad entirely out of the will ... but not only that, uncle neglected to give anything to his
dead sister's children!
Fuck him, I suppose ... haven't talked to him since I don't remember when.
Unfortunately my dad had been completely neglectful of his responsibilities as a parent too so, not a fan of my last name either.
Since gender/sexual identity has become a public discussion in my recent lifetime I've been peripherally interested in the subject.
Thankfully, although Moms raised me with the most accepting worldview of people, I never really explored identity and self expression much.
Found skating and a few friends at 12 so I buried myself in that throughout the school-years to cope with social anxiety. No dating, no female friends.
My only gf achieved at 28 and have sworn off that since the relationship crumbled within 2 years.
Still, I met a group of people through her, a mix of cis/queer/and trans that gave me some exposure to their lives and parts of my own unrealized 'self'.
After the breakup, the ex moved to seattle - changed her name to jeff.
go figure.
Later on I needed to find a roommate or leave LA, only one of her friends ( a chick ) was financially stable so we found a place and that lasted 5 years.
During that time I had to sort out my sexuality as a guy. It's can be a pickle living that close to great boobs.
As a witness to her life: She lost a bf, had a fling with a dude, hooked up with a chick from her office for a while...
Talked about a dream wherein she was the surprise owner of a nice big black dick betwixt her thighs.
It was all very eye opening.
At some point a new friend of one our friends got introduced. A young guy with mannerisms that made me curious about his sexuality. I was intrigued and soon realized I was attracted to him. Mature for his age, good tastes.
I was the first to quickly include him in our group. I struggled with my infatuation, talked about it with the other friends. One night I attempted a pathetic move on him and he declined respectfully. We quickly smoothed over that and life went on.
Two years ago, we got the great idea to dress me up as "Liz Taylor" for our Halloween party

It was another eye-opener. Plain fun to smoke cigs all night and get done up like that. To twirl a dress around and marvel at my make-up wasn't exactly natural but there were moments I felt distinctly "feminine" and recognized them as part of myself.
Fun fact, my roommate and our guy ended up together - biblically
What even is gender/sexuality these days?
I dunno, ask Chappelle?
I just try to be funny.
Thanks for reading,
Goodbye you horses.