WHAT IS YOUR GENDER? COULD I BE A NON-GENDER ALIEN BEING?

WHAT IS YOUR GENDER?

A random blog on a really touchy subject - COULD I BE A NON-GENDER ALIEN BEING?

So for awhile, I've been taking online surveys for pennies, gives me enough for beer and candy.

During the initial questions, it always asks WHAT IS YOUR GENDER?

Simple question right?

You'd be wrong if you answered YES!! I KNOW WHAT MY GENDER IS!!!

Do you?

Really?

Over the years I've had to fill out forms and such for different things and back in the day, it was an easy decision ---

[ ] MALE
[ ] FEMALE

Easy right?

Outie.

Innie.

Then as a confusing point to the whole "WHAT IS YOUR GENDER?" the [  ] OTHER box appeared.

Other??

"What the hell? Other? Does that mean they have their penis in their butt?" as my father would say looking at the question.

I had no answer as I checked male.

Then as the years moved on, the other was replaced with a multiple range of answers from non-binary fluid to I'm a kangaroo.

I've been told, quite angrily, "People evolve, drift away from stereotypes of male or female, an oppressive definition limiting humanity to what they were born as based on body parts!! Stop being such an old fashion enabler to an ancient system, CHANGE!!"

I then slap the person; call them a pig f*cker and wander off for ice cream.

No matter the issue, the ice cream will solve it!!

"Unless you're lactose intolerant!! ENABLER!!"

I think I'll go take a nap!! Wake me up when we hit [ ] I HAVE NO CLUE, GIMME ICE CREAM!!

BITTER MEMORIES: AN ILLUSION - A POEM

She stood in a doorway,
Lost in a memory,
Falling to pieces,
Trying to remember,
The time she had,
The moment she wandered,
Far from home,
To see the world,
A beautiful dream,
A peaceful moment,
Lost to a memory,
Drifting from pieces,
Realize,
The memory is dimming,
He's losing his mind,
She dances in the mourning,
The light grows dim,
Feeling the emotion,
She stands in the door way,
The tears washed away,
By the rain,
It falling down,
To the ground,
We see the illusion,
We feel the pain,
She grows apart,
The years roll by,
A distant memory,
Falling to pieces,
All a lie,
A mask is worn,
To feel no pain,
The distance an illusion,
She stands in the door way,
Lost in a memory,
Falling apart,
No grand illusion,
Just life itself,
In the world,
Spinning through,
A distant second,
In life itself,
A minute of peace,
Then a delusion,
A shattering dream,
Stark madness,
Cruising into the setting sun.