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My trans story
So, I’m a girl. I know it with every feeling of my fiber, and that’s something I can’t explain, I know that is so, but, there are no supporting arguments I can give you to explain how that works. I can’t really, in any meaningful way, explain to you that my internal experience of how my brain operates makes “I’m a girl” an obvious statement. I can point to anecdotes, but the anecdotes aren’t my gender. The bigger question is “Now what?”. I’m a girl, sure, but, how does one be a girl? Or, to be more precise, how does one communicate to her surrounding “I am a girl”?