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author | Runxi Yu <harriet@andrewyu.org> | 1970-01-01 00:00:00 +0000 |
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committer | Runxi Yu <harriet@andrewyu.org> | 1970-01-01 00:00:00 +0000 |
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Dysphoria
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diff --git a/microblog/index.html b/microblog/index.html index bce1a0a..f6a86e4 100644 --- a/microblog/index.html +++ b/microblog/index.html @@ -12,6 +12,17 @@ This is my <i>microblog</i>, a place for me to jot down random thoughts that I want to keep, but are too small enough to constitute a real article/post. </p> <hr /> + <p id="11"> + I think my experience of gender dysphoria has became inconsistent in what I actually think about gender. My belief, in theory, is that gender should be eradicated (see “Postgenderism”) altogether, as it’s an unnecessary construct that limits people, imposes cisnormativity, etc. + <br /> + I try to think along the terms of “gender doesn’t matter, at all”. But my experience says otherwise: I found myself, perhaps “strangely”, more comfortable with she/her pronouns than with they/them. So when interacting with people online, who don’t know me IRL, I just declare she/her pronouns and… well, it’s a glaring inconsistency in my theory of gender and society and INCONCISTENCIES BUG ME. I started feeling like a hypocrite. + <br /> + If gender really doesn’t matter to me, why do I have gender dysphoria??. + <br /> + To make myself feel better perhaps I could explain it as “I wouldn’t feel gender dysphoria if society doesn’t impose gender as a socially significant construct altogether”. And I can, only, hope so. + <br /> + <a href="https://www.andrewyu.org/microblog/#11">(anchor link)</a> + </p> <p id="10"> I myself live in a string of characters, through emotionless computers, running some old protocols. The me of appearance is dead. |