The plan for today was to write a big thing about constant and perpetual guilt, but it’s late and I’m tired so here’s a follow up to that post I wrote a couple of days ago.
Today I applied for a job opportunity as an out non-binary artist. I’ve never been secretive about my fluid gender identity, but I’ve also never really embraced it because I never felt “queer enough” – just like being a bisexual person currently in a relationship with a cis male makes you wonder if you’re actually allowed. I am allowed. No one can tell me otherwise.