I was a girl, then a boy, then a girl again. I didn’t know gender dysphoria was a thing as a teen, just that I was so upset with God, and my chest hurt from trying to bind away puberty; I didn’t have access to that vocabulary in high school, and I don’t really think about it anymore. I like who I am now.
This was only meant to be a silly comic, but it accidentally came to reflect my flip-flopping identity, loss thereof, and subsequent indifference. I’ve grown to realise I’ve never been cishet, and that combined with coming from a refugee family means I can’t really relate to any culture or gender, like Pam can’t relate to hers. We’re a bit strange, but it’s chill. We have ourselves and love us for that nonetheless.
