Ended my attempt to be a social human so here I am. I missed you tumblr I will never leave you again. 

My birth mother often referred to me as “M” in a accent I never heard. Gender is a different spectrum in French, easily removed in regards to common speech. As I now enter the post grad world I struggle with the gender projections on my figure. I am physically strong, I am muscle and tendons with the ability to protect myself. Yet I struggle with the form I fill. I can change this, the way I appear. Not as easily as my mother could demean me but I am a work in progress. I force people to take me seriously, androgyny.