bigender identity journal entry

i passed 3 tween girls doing a coordinated dance for tiktok on a walk

recognition: that’s me.

memory: when i was a kid, i wanted to play jump rope and hand-clapping games with the girls, instead of kickball and four-square. the boys were always trying to win, and would spike the ball; girls were smiling at each other, clapping hands and hugging.

i tried a couple of times to fit into these girl groups, but it was awkward, and i just gave up. i went to a different school every year, but that aspect of social life was always the same, as was my inner sense of association.

it was like not being allowed to be myself.