I am extraordinarily lucky, and I think I have the good sense to recognize this. My SO is all that I ever thought I wanted, and more; I am fully cognizant that at all times, I am loved and adored for who I am.
But (there had to be a 'but', after all), sometimes that's not what it feels like I need on an emotional level. The love, the respect, the adoration: these are all good things, all of the time. I guess the problem is that my SO genuinely doesn't care whether someone is a boy or a girl, and that's reflected aesthetically.
This all sounds great on the surface, but wait. For just about as long as I've been, well, conscious, the default meaning of "Hey, you look good" has been "Hey, you look like a decent sort of guy". This is not what I want much of the time; I ache for "pretty", if for no other reason than to start to counterbalance the coercivem, if unconcsious, gendering most of the world does to me. Sigh.
But (there had to be a 'but', after all), sometimes that's not what it feels like I need on an emotional level. The love, the respect, the adoration: these are all good things, all of the time. I guess the problem is that my SO genuinely doesn't care whether someone is a boy or a girl, and that's reflected aesthetically.
This all sounds great on the surface, but wait. For just about as long as I've been, well, conscious, the default meaning of "Hey, you look good" has been "Hey, you look like a decent sort of guy". This is not what I want much of the time; I ache for "pretty", if for no other reason than to start to counterbalance the coercivem, if unconcsious, gendering most of the world does to me. Sigh.