One of the beautiful things about plurality is when you have a joint project. We love feeling the joy and euphoria of others as they achieve something.
Of late our project has been our gender.
For the past 3 years we have been gender fluid with each alter dressing and performing the gender role that they identified with. Doing so required a regimented structure and guaranteed dysphoria if an opposite sex alter was sudenly called front. It was better we thought that the dysphoria was shared equally amongst us than to relegate one sex as valid and the other as permanently dysphoric.
Life has a way of making you reasses things. Our perfectly segregated bubbles have started to collapse we have had to blend and code switch, half our circles think we are ftm cross dresser the other half think we are mtf cross dresser. We got into trouble at work because we refused to elaborate as to our biological sex.
Coincidently a lot of intersex pride stuff has been showing up on our feed and some of the aesthetics in there felt right not just for one person but for everyone. So now we are going down the bigender route if folk see a bearded lady thats cool if folk see a guy with gynecomastia thats also cool but we know the truth, that we are a Picasso painting a beautiful whole because of its deformities not something to be glimpsed inspite of them. we are going to embrace our body as is and see our selves in it. No more trying to force it into one or other of 2 binary choices and being dissatisfied and dysphoric.