Androgynous Model Rain Dove Breaks Down the Difference Between Gender and Sex

 

I just do not conform to the standards of what me, being female, is supposed to look like and feel. I hate even wearing pants, like i am actually supposed to with my job, but instead wear nice shorts, they can’t be faded denim or funky colors or above the knee. I have found by wearing the dress pants and black jeans, that are allowed, i was very uncomfortable, causing me to have anxiety issues, and i was sweating profusely in air conditioned places. So, being that i have seen other vendors wearing shorts, one day i decided that i was going to work comfortably, and i wore shorts. The relief was great, even here in Florida where it pretty much shorts weather all year round, it should be a choice to wear something comfortable. I have less anxiety attacks and my production is better and faster.

But, my way of dressing, in mainly men’s clothes, as many of woman’s clothes just do not fit right, whether it be dress shorts and a polo shirt at work or plaid, funky, faded jean shorts, and a tee shirt, with rainbows or skulls, or of bands or sarcastic humor on them, paired with Nike shoes, and depending on whether to wear a hat or not, is my style. I wear men’s boxers, and some of there socks (men’s tend to be a little long and don’t hug my feet like i prefer)but wear a woman’s sport bra.

I often when i was younger wished i didn’t have boobs, i hated them so much that i mainly binded them with ace bandages, though today they now make binders, and when i had my breast cancer scare last year, I was actually kinda excited, because if it was cancer, i would have been overjoyed by having them removed, glad and disappointed when the results came back negative.

But i do not wish for a dick between my legs, ok maybe just for the thought of whipping it out anywhere i had to pee, than finding the perfect spot hidden from people and far from poisonous plants.

I often role played as male characters, played with GI Joe’s, trucks, cars and male dominated sports, climbed the huge oak trees in the backyard, helped dad in the garage with car stuff… was taught how to change a flat tire, the oil, few minor engine repairs, and to pump my own gas. Getting dirty was fun.

My label growing up. Tomboy. There really wasn’t anything else to associate myself with. It was the mid 70s early 80s… and i was starting to feel something completely weird about who i was becoming and yet knew of no word to describe it. It was where girls were starting to make me feel funny and how quickly my face got red when they caught me staring at them. Boys didn’t interest me, though i did make up stories of having boyfriends while i actually had just a girl friend i fooled around with. It was really awkward in gym class in the locker room.

I get called sir alot and i do not mind that. I look like a boy with my short spiky hair and my clothes, they often apologize for the mistake. My theory on that, at least i was acknowledged and not ignored.

I am not conformed to the laws of gender or sexual identity, i do not feel like a girl or a boy. I am just a Tomboy, and I am attracted to women and am married to a woman. There is only one man on this planet who confuses my sexual attraction and he’s Shemar Moore. I don’t know what it is about him. But he’s a hot number!!