krisquesnel

Anonymous asked:

So then what gender are you?

aandyrea answered:

welp. I feel genderless a lot of the time. I think maybe I’m genderfluid, flowing along the huge gender spectrum. some days I feel like a girl. some days I feel agender. some days I feel like a combination of everything. some days I want to be called sir. most days it bothers me to be called a “lady”. my identity is suuuuper fluid.
you also have to realize that gender identify doesn’t necessarily always correlate directly with gender expression. so when I’m leaning towards a girl one day, that doesn’t necessarily affect my outward appearance. I could feel feminine in baggy jeans and a sports bra. I could feel masculine in a crop top and skinny jeans. I think people have this idea that certain clothes are “boy” clothes and certain clothes are “girl” clothes. but what even is a girl? what even is a boy? question gender. question what you’ve been taught. question the gender binary. question everything.

krisquesnel:

amen Andy

duh-bish
Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)