To Sir, With Love

I want to tell you about a time I felt gender euphoria. It was only for a brief moment, but I think about it every day.

So I was doing one of my most hated chores (cooking), and my sister was on a video call with her friend. She said something to me about the food I was making and her friend wanted to know who she was talking to, so she turned the camera to me.

He took one look at me and said something along the lines of “He looks nice”. Well, to be honest, I stopped listening after the “he” so I don’t really know what he said but I always look nice so…

I got this warm fuzzy feeling, it was like my heart burst into a million tiny trolls and they were having a rocking party. Like yes! I’m he!! He is me!!! It was short-lived, my sister corrected him and I went back to the kitchen.

I have often said that I shall not be associated with men, but somehow, being referred to as “he” made me happy. That’s something I will unpack at a later date. Now I’m just going to figure out how to tell my girlfriend that I want to be her boyfriend.