

That’s me.
I mean I still have an [M] on my ID card and have the usual boy-bits and features, but I never really cared — or fit in — when I was expected to do well in sports or defend myself against bullies. I always wondered why dudes were expected to wear drab or identifiable sports colors, or the same uniform tuxedo.
But today I am not a man. Man-null. The boolean opposite of man. Enby or agender when I can tick those boxes.
I’ve long turned in my proverbial man card.
The definitions of manhood I had as a kid turned out to be simple adulting by the 90s (everyone is expected to do accounting and housework and late shifts). Everyone not in the ownership class (or their police contingent) are expected to act maturely and be responsible.
Exemplars of men include Donald J. Trump, Matt Walsh, Joe Rogan, Ben Shapiro, Andrew Tate…
…my MAGA loyalist, FOX-news–watching father.
I want to be as unlike these guys as I can.
I have no gender.
I’m poor as dirt but I’ll drop them some money in May.
To quote Freddie Mercury: The Show Must Go On