Some people think astrology is an embarrassing anachronism from a time when people looked to the skies and thought they could perceive the shapes of the gods. They weren’t really shapes though, because they change as soon as your perspective shifts. The gender binary is exactly the same.
The second most horrific living nightmare is smelling of BO, specifically me believing other people thinking I smell of BO. It haunts me.
Gender identity is just some dumb, made-up shit that no-one really cares about in 2018. Gender identity is the new horoscopes.
I got into makeup because I had dark circles like of crop circles. When light waves passed close by, they were warped like the light waves seen near black holes. My dark circles were so dark they bent the fabric of the universe.
I took the SAGE test and it told me I was in a minority as a bisexual androgynous male to female crossdresser. Ten minutes earlier I was just that guy you talk to in the office canteen; now I was Grayson Perry.
Clearly I’m giving out the right signs because a moment later Emily leans in close. “You’ve not tried to kiss me yet,” she purrs. “Are you gay?” I go home alone.
"I'm coming out, I want the world to know, got to let it show..."