This is me.

This…is me.

You might be wondering why in the world this blog came to be, how you got here, or why you should care about some kid who is confused about most everything, like growing up and gender. Like, what are those things?

So let’s get what we can straight.

I’m Meg, I’m 21 years old, and I live in Alaska with the grand love of my life/soulmate. I’m a musician, poet, and (amateur) historian.

As far as what I am goes, I identify fairly closely with the term “agender” because it seems like my preference toward any identity just up and said “screw you” and left. As a result, I feel like everything and nothing at once, or simply… me.

How this looks in practice is that you can see me in light of however gender you want, there is no way to get it – me – wrong. So if one person calls me “sir” and five minutes later another person calls me “ma’am”, I’m fine with that. I won’t move to correct either.

This was all fine and good until I felt a large wave of discomfort towards my body that completely knocked me off my feet. Now I don’t know what to do with it except dress up in my favorite button downs (which actually make me feel like me, as compared to other clothes I have) and strap myself in. It’s gonna be a ride.

See you next post!


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