#genderfluid
I'm hardly a boy, yet I'm hardly a girl
Fooling around, figuring out what to do
Meandering so, can't save you now!
Face your problems, with the brave of a shrew.
There's nothing left to look forward to
You've beat the game, what more do you want to do?
The curtains sway
As you give a bow
Shutting you out
From the audience, who,
Applaud as you grin
While the curtains are due
Leaving you on the stage that you grew on
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
I want to be a boy
So I cut off most of my hair
I want to be a boy
So I change the clothes I wear
I want to be a boy
So I drop my voice down low
I want to be a boy
So I hide the things I show
I want to be a boy
So I walk a different way
I want to be a boy
So I practice what to say
I am a boy
But when people pass me by
They say “hey girl, you got pretty blue eyes”
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
Друг другу дрочили мальчики,
Девоньки мыли уши,
И по трубам водоканальчика,
Согревались в зимнюю стужу.
Стекались к морю, дурачились,
По столу стучали стаканчики,
Вот это мы расхуячились,
ЕбАные барабанщики.
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 9:18 PM UTC
At my bed
Asleep
Bleeding to my feet
Before I spoke I looked into my reflection
In my eyes I see no recollection
Who am I
Will I be loved
Could I possibly believe they’ll never leave
Craving the soft gentle kiss
Something I could never give
I crave an understanding of who I am
What I am
Without explanation
Without expectations
I fear I am too much for femininity
Although I seem to enjoy being a feminist
Always said it was just a dream
To be loved without comparison
To be seen without looking the other way
To be accepted with questions
To be curious of what I have yet to discover
Until then i’m lost
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC
As I feel like a man, every emotion is slower and is more potent.
As I feel like a man, everything changed.
As I feel like a man, I feel the responsibilities of being a man.
As I feel like a man, I feel content yet I also feel a pain in my ribs.
As I feel like a man, I feel euphoric.
As I feel like a man, everything is new yet I feel like that feeling have always been with me.
As I feel like a man, I can finally describe the peace I feel when one of my friends wants to know more about my pronouns and what I prefer. I am keeping my full name. Considering I am a gender fluid woman I am keeping both parts of me: My feminine body and my masculine heart.
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 10:34 PM UTC
As I feel like a woman, every emotion rushing towards me.
As I feel like a woman, nothing changed.
As I feel like a woman, I feel the responsibilities of being a woman.
As I feel like a woman, I feel content yet I also feel a pain in my chest.
As I feel like a woman, I can feel people staring at me wondering what gender I am.
As I feel like a woman, I know what people expect of me and I dress like a tomboy. Which they don't expect.
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 3:08 PM UTC
I have always felt different in a lonely way.
My church friends will never understand me or accept me.
I don't know why I keep going to church. I guess it is a habit.
A habit that appeases my mom but not me. The moment I walk into church it is like I am on autopilot. It is as though I am looking into someone else's life not mine. I know I grew up in that church but it doesn't feel like me anymore. I know what my church friends expect of me but I know I am not like them.
I am this boyish looking girl that is proud of who they are as a person. My religion doesn't define me. I define me.
Mar 4, 2024
Mar 4, 2024 at 6:52 PM UTC
I have a small support system now but I feel amazing.
I don't have to hide who I am around my dad, little sister and older brother because they accept me for who I am.
Tomboy to Boy, one small step at a time I am becoming more me.
Tomboy to Boy, I am a gender fluid woman who is going to take down the gender norms through masculine fashion.
Sure people are already confused what gender I am already and when people think I am a guy it makes me happy.
Tomboy to Boy, I am free.
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
I am a gender fluid woman.
I normally dress like a tomboy.
Most of the time I feel like a guy.
The thing is I don't know how to explain the lonely different feeling.
The times I feel like a girl are weddings and classy church events.
I am like a grandfather clock, the pendulum swings from one side to next but time goes by.
All my life this lonely different feeling have haunted me. The thing is I am not alone anymore. When I was on cross country in high school I was only tomboy girl on the cross country team. The rest of the girls dressed feminine and really girly. I hung out with the guys on the guys cross country team growing up. I didn't like the segregation of guys and girls. It confused me, the segregation of guys and girls. I have always felt like one of the guys. I have very few friends that are girls. The rest of my friends are guys. All my life I have myself the question, "What the hell is wrong with me?"
Now I know there is nothing wrong with me. I was just trapped in this heteronormative way of thinking for so long but never conformed to it because not only I am bisexual but I am gender fluid too. Gender isn't a straight line divided through the middle but a pendulum swinging from one side to the next as time ticks by. I am not the only gender fluid in the world. And I refuse to conform to society's choose one gender way of the thinking. Gender isn't black and white thinking. Gender is multiple shades of gray.
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 6:29 PM UTC
I don't always feel like a woman.
I look like a woman but I don't always feel like one.
Some days I am a woman. Other days I am a man. My body doesn't change but how I feel does.
Some days I am both man and woman. I feel this way all the time.
I realize all those times I grew up with panic attacks. I was panicking about how I was expressing my gender not about my homework.
I am a gender fluid, bisexual woman.
I am not afraid to admit it now.
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
I'm crying for a girl who never existed.
One who failed but always persisted,
to try and figure out
what makes one woman.
these thoughts about gender felt like a shout,
but this 'girl' was still figuring it out.
Now this person mourns the loss,
of this gender that felt like an albatross.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 6:59 PM UTC
Long hair
Long brown hair
Long soft brow hair
Blue eyes
Blue soft eyes
Blue sad eyes
Pretty dress
Pink pretty dress
Flowery pink pretty dress
A chest
A chest so full
A chest so beautifl
Scissors
Scissors on pretty long har
chop, Chop, CHOP
Blue eyes
Teary blue eyes
Relived blue eyes
A hoodie
A hoodie and black jeans
Black ripped jeans and a band T
A chest
A chest in pain
Chest wrapped flat to body
she, She, SHE
Thats what they see
They will never see their son
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
You cannot frame the oceans waves.
Forever changing,
vibrant blue -- ever-changing into deeper shades of understanding.
A never changing struggle between the sand and the water.
I am the ocean -- blue.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 3:58 PM UTC
How am I supposed to react
When inside my own body
I feel so trapped
I'm expected to be what I present
But that doesn't reflect me
And this person you see, I've began to resent
Her pronouns don't feel like mine
And they haven't for a while
But changing them has helped over time
Sometimes it feels okay
Others I can't take it
Because how I feel changes day to day
The girl you see who wears the skirts
Who wears makeup to be confident
Isn't a girl at all, and feels like dirt
When you call me beautiful
I don't know how to feel
It feels so unusual
My body doesn't feel like mine
It belongs to a woman
If it didn't maybe I'd feel fine
My clothes don't reflect me
Neither does my makeup
This isn't who I want to be
I'm scared I'll never look neutral
Maybe you'll always see a girl
It just feels so brutal
The person you raised
Isn't who I grew into
I'm a new person today
I've never came out
But it's because I'm still so unsure
And if I told you you'd feel doubt
You raised a girl
Not someone doesn't feel right
A child who'd grow to wear dresses and pearls
I was always your princess
Never your prince or neither
But I've never felt secure in a dress
I'll never feel feminine
Not how you perceive it
But how I feel it is relevant
The tiara never fit my head quite right
And the long hair felt wrong
I wish I could change overnight
One day you'll know
I'll explain it all to you
But until then, I'll continue to grow
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
You tell me I'm one thing,
But really you're just afraid that I'm something
Undefinable.
You believe everyone is one or the other,
But whats the beauty in that?
Maybe one day I'm
'They'
The next I'm
'She'
Then the day after I'm
'He'
Don't suppress me for being
Everything.
Nothing.
And
Me.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
What I thought would be easy
Turned out to be a trial.
I lay curled up feeling queasy.
Frustration, anger. A strong stance.
Is it denial in their faces?
Am I to give another chance?
But as I gaze into your eyes
Those soft, warm orbs bring light,
A fresh breath. I realise.
I shall conform no more
That young girl is gone,
This will not be like before.
Dead is the binary
The girl in the mirror, gone.
Now I see myself. Finally.
Societal chains bear me down
Some days I give in.
Allow myself to drown
In your norms
Your dead ways.
This strange form
Will never fit in,
I quickly realise
No matter the colour of skin.
Yet I gaze in the mirror,
I see myself, finally.
The world looks clearer.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
I know my face is feminine
I know everyone 'knows' I'm a girl
I know in this confusing christian society
You have to keep to the binary
And so I don't expect them
To look at me
And say "He"
But just once
Maybe they'll hesitate
Before saying "She"
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
I wrote a poem into the wind
Improvisational melody
And promptly forgot it
I think the wind kept it
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC
Bedroom’s painted fisherman’s blue
There’s a cut out of Hayden Panettiere naked in a pink bikini with a hula-hoop on the back of the door
Copies of British Vogue desperately hidden underneath the bed accompanying an empty bottle of Glen’s
Manchester United duvet cover and matching pillows to boot
The bin’s filled with pre-packed home-made lunches from the last six months
Wardrobes a collection of ill fitting blue jeans bought for me by grandmother and football jerseys for teams that I’ve never even heard of, yet let alone see play a single game
Uniform ironed and sitting out ready for school on Monday at 8am sharp
***** clothes cover mostly all the floor smelling of Lynx’s finest even though there’s an empty laundry basket just waiting in the corner to be used
Inside one of the woolen blazer’s (that is way too big for me) pockets a single unopened ****** and an AES 256-bit encrypted USB stick
An old PlayStation 2, with a single controller; games including FIFA years through 2004 to now, Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell, and GTA.
Blood red shoplifted lipstick that’s now melted hidden in the little secret compartment at the back, meant for network expansion.
Artemis Fowl, Alex Rider, and Harry Potter all adorn the bookcase
Physics, Maths, and IT textbooks remain firmly closed on the desk in addition to a smashed phone from me and Daddy’s last “physical altercation”
Lady Gaga’s “I Like it Rough” is playing in the background on repeat…
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
My gender can change at the flip of a switch
They say it's impossible They say it's just a glitch
They ask if I'm male, female or non-binary
I'm all three I'll tell them finally
that's when They start to frown
and look at me like I'm a clown
"you can't have all three you must choose one!"
"the science doesn't support it, ***
how do you explain it then
when my gender decides to flip again
when I go from someone who loves herself
to someone who can't look at himself
when I can't stand to be either gender
I refuse to stand by and be a pretender
Is it too much to ask for you to respect me?
To let me be myself, to let me be free?
To ask me what my pronouns are
when you see me at a bar?
my gender is mine you will not correct it
you will not make me feel like a misfit
because I know who I am, what I am
there is no right answer to this exam
my gender is fluid
don't act like you're clueless
because I don't fit in a neat little box
I don't care if you think its a paradox
because you don't get a say
in who I am today
I'm not nonbinary
I'm not trans
I'm fluid
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
***** and Quims should be worshiped.
For whichever you have, dictates how the rest of your life shall be.
To those who biologically have both, how like gods you seem to me.
To those who spiritually have both, what cursed and barren, in-between lands stock we.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
Dress, makeup
Heels, leggings
Feminine
Too-big pants, no makeup
Oversized shirt, men's shoes
Masculine
Regular jeans, little makeup
Sweater, tennis shoes
No gender
Fancy shirt, tie
Skirt, heels
All gender
All these
But I'm
Still me
And that's okay
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
Oversized clothes
Dresses galore
Both of them
Fit to one gender
Sports jerseys
Baggy shorts
I want those
but I'm a "girl"
Perky dresses
Lots of makeup
I'm told I must
Because I'm a "girl"
Anxiety fills me up
I need to be perfect
I need to be a daughter
I need to be a girlfriend
a wife
a mother
Why can't I be a child?
A lover?
A ren?
A human?
Why do you have to choose for me?
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
Reassignment: Verses in Fragments
i. awake
Piercing, ruthless -- no maybe relentless is better. Awakening from a grasp so harsh, tethered to icy ****** of expectations. Words of coercion and malice ring, slamming like thunder, fluid with heterodoxy: you're an it huh? look at him -- it's a him you wanna be right?
Laughs, indecent and rioting, and that ruthless charade of orthodox behavior hurt him. Hurt them. Awake to who they were. Hard to grasp, terrifying yo admit, punching the ticket to their own match.
Tears stretched past the brims of swollen eyes, enduring each hurled assault of syllables -- how do I stop it?
ii. begin
Refuge in a screen, in the safety net of a bridge reality. Asylum found in the hands of similar misfits. The insults of it from verse i. -- it?
Heard so many times perhaps it had been a level hard to be clear of. Bubbling and morbidly sticky at the surface of their own secret.
Hands clutched to their skirt on Sunday for church, hands digging into the flesh of their thighs on a Saturday night. Under the escape of another human -- another person not from the retrospective circle of heterodoxy that suffocated them.
iii. epiphany
Saccharine puffs of fingertips bloomed on the bridged hips. Tears or resentment upon discovering the geography of an anatomy assigned without intervention.
The revelation of gestured dreams, honey coated and dripped in the cloak of youth, cinched with the bodice of their crippling environment.
What are you? -- Asked over and over, trying to present for a world of alienated oddities and and disorders. Clutch again. Fingers deeply dug into the hems of their skirts, in the fabrics of hidden flannels and binders wrapped in secret around the channel of their chest.
Fluid. Changing. Unsure spoken in response.
iv. shadow
Hide behind the familiarity of cyclonic and disposed love and consciousness. Stumbling winds and scraped egos are less than transparent, seemingly an impossibility among the issues they feel.
The dark cloak embodies the identity, the presentation and realization of being trapped.
Monitoring the standards that wouldn't categorize them as the genuine way they see themselves, presentation the frugal decoration they dangle to the orthodoxy of society to stay hidden.
v. persona
Fingertips fidgeting with the sirens of noise, laughs and loud voices fill halls, centers. They weren't meant for this, meant to be so forced into the social structure that terrifies them.
Pads of scarred flesh rooting from the bottom up, eyes glimpsing the possibility of others around them.
Those saccharine touches of loathing and the journey for love and acceptance remains fragmented, continuous, and fluid.
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 12:05 AM UTC