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Saturday, July 11th, 2020
“I think I finally figured out my gender.” Xenophilius sat down on the couch next to xir wife, Pandora.
“I thought you were genderqueer?”
“I am , but that’s not my gender, it’s just the category my gender fits into.”
“I thought it was both?”
“It was, but….Not anymore.” Xeno seemed less sure of xemself. “Is that okay? I know I keep changing it, but—”
“Of course it’s okay. What’s your gender?”
“I’m implagender, maybe implaflux. And I think I'm some sort of neurogender, but I’m still working on that.”
“I’m sorry, love, but I have no idea what that means.”
“Being neurogender means that your gender is heavily influenced by and related to a mental illness or neurodiversity you have. For me, probably related to my autism. As for implagender: someone who is implagender is never really comfortable or satisfied with their gender mostly due to self-doubt, regardless of how well it fits. An implaflux person is someone who feels more or less implagender from time to time; it falls under the genderflux umbrella.”
“Okay, I can do that, but will it change anything? I mean pronouns or your name or anything along that line?”
“No. I mean gender doesn’t really decide those things, but I’m good with Xenophilius and Xe/Xir….I might experiment with my clothes a bit, but I was going to anyway.”
“Alright, then. Sounds amazing, love.” Pandora kissed xir forehead.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”