I woke up this morning thinking about gender. I am training to be a crisis counselor at the Trevor Project, an organization that works with LGBTQ youths. It was affirming to hear some of the questions a teenager might raise about their gender identity, and a lot of their self doubt struck a chord. Typically, the teen might express a feeling (“I feel like a boy,”), then couch it with a backtracking or self-negating statement (“but I don’t know, I might be wrong”).
A friend noted that I usually beamed or expressed excitement when I self-referred as a ‘dad.’ Once, she called me ‘boy’ in an offhand context, and that, too, made me happy. These small exchanges also did make me feel closer to said friend (TBC)