One of the most unexpected outcomes of bottom surgery–
I don’t care about my pronouns like I used to.
I am who I am. She/her communicates lenses of my experience and expression. He/him communicates my work and fight to show a range of aspects of myself. They/them defies categorization.
There is not a pronoun which would miss communicating some aspect of myself. The limitations of others’ understanding can’t hurt me like it used to.
It’s as if completing surgery disarmed the weapon of misgendering. Other people aren’t going to get this. I’m content in harmony within myself. I’m good.