According to a certain segment of society (and a neighbor of mine), there are now 72 genders. Choosing one is so hard, it's worse than going to Gelato Fiasco. But finally I have settled on "Gender Outlaw." This is defined as an individual who does not conform to society's expectations for their biological sex. Since I take out the garbage and pay the bills, I figure I qualify. Also, I do not get manicures or wear dangly earrings or high heels.
My pronouns are buddy and pal.
I started out a typical female and did all the usual girl things: Played with dolls, jumped rope with my friends, got my period and breasts, had boyfriends, wore false eyelashes, shopped for clothes, got pregnant and had abortions, got married to a man and had a baby. It was all great fun (not the abortions). But somewhere along the line I realized that high heels are very uncomfortable and makeup makes me look even older, so I stopped all of that. And my child grew up so my mothering days were over. (Unless he needs something.)
That's when I started wearing pants all the time and taking out the garbage. Also, my favorite movies are The Terminator, Taken, The Matrix and Die Hard, so you tell me what I am.
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