Muttonchops and Memories

I was born male, but found out that I didn’t have to Be male. I’ve never felt strongly about any gender, and rarely wake up feeling like one specific thing. Some days, I wake up and wonder why I don’t have a vagina, or why I have a penis, or why my body is muscular and blocky instead of sinewy and curvy. Most days, I wake up wondering why I even bother.

But then I remember that this world has constantly fought me, every step of the way, and i’ll be damned if i’m going to give up this late in the race.

I’m Polyamorous, which for those of you who aren’t in the know, is the ability to love many people. I feel a connection with a lot of people, and don’t play favourites. I think everyone deserves love, and can’t fathom only loving one person. I have enough to spread around.

I’ve been working towards a healthier body since about 2005, when I finally got the motivation to start exercising at home and eating better. It’s payed off quite well, but I still need to work at actual endurance (I can’t run for a long time; cardio’s Way out of shape).

I like every type of person, regardless of gender, sex, race, perceived flaws, etc. I’m much more interested in a person’s personality, interests, upbringing, culture, etc, than I am with what’s hidden in their drawers. Not to say I don’t like sex, but that’s only half the equation.

Anything else you wanted to know? Go throw questions at me!