*pointing over shoulder* this bitch dont even know how to spell eternal lmao
so what the fuck is my gender then really. not too sure. somewhere im sure. some sources say female. some say grandma. some say cat. some say rabbit. some say computer. the hoes have heard me meowing. the friends have seen me processing. the world has seen my glorious bunny ears.
short and sweet, ive gotta be at the very MINIMUM transfem non binary.
lets go with, say, transfem xenogender. very easy. but which xenogender. very tricky subject. i couldnt pick just one. biggest proponent has to be some sort of machine xenogender. im well versed in knowing my body is purely a computer in a biomechnical body.
one could argue easily that im also genderfluid, but im not ever really sure if i feel my gender as a fluid or simply as many things all at once. or even perhaps all at once, but its stronger in one aspect sometimes. genderfluid not through the regular binary though. while i and many others call "it" boymoding, im not a boy. have you seen me? but thats just characterised by my iconically well-worn hoodie.
as for the bunny ears and meowing, these are less relegated to being a rabbit and cat to more being general animalistic traits i enjoy. i be meowing. and i simply be having those ears. as some sort of combination i suppose. although doublehowever, i wouldnt consider myself feral, my own aspects of femininity ive learned are kinda misogynistically tied to politeness, delicateness, stride and slender. cat more than anything, but i feel myself quite rabbit-like in the more skittish-ness and anxiousness of being, well not prey, but weak enough to need a place to hide behind the ears ive made.
wowee. all this self-analysis really got the affirmation that im a computer in some skin going