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Genderfluidity is freedom.

It means having more options available, options that would be otherwise be effectively verboten to those with a fixed gender.

It means flexibility, versatility. To transcend the artificial boundaries. To experiment with arbitrarily gender-coded attributes, intermingle them, and possibly create something unique and wonderful in the process.

It means no limits, not being aware there was supposed to be a rule against something because of the way you were born, or being aware of it and not caring. Because it’s a stupid rule anyway.

It means being able to experience the entirety of the human condition, to feel comfortable making friends with anyone regardless of gender, to know how every side feels affection differently.

It means being whole. One does not need to complete their yin with another’s yang or vice versa, because they already know how to harness both.

Most people, at least in European cultures, do not believe such a thing exists. And yet, they’ve been endlessly fascinated by the concept of transmuting one’s gender in fantasy: switching genders to understand the other’s mindset, switching genders to become closer to their loved ones, imagining, drawing, or even cosplaying fictional characters as the opposite sex. Clearly, there’s a will for such an ability.

It’s no fantasy. Many cultures have acknowledged third genders since antiquity, and only now are other cultures catching on. But it’s nice, finally realizing that such a thing is indeed possible thanks to the efforts of those who insist on making themselves seen and heard.

It’s no curse. It may feel that way when those who don’t understand it treat it as such, but they are limited by fear of the strange and unusual. Being strange and unusual, you are not. Those words imply that you cannot conform to social norms. And if you cannot, that means you don’t have to.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. All I know is that there are so many places to go, and I want to experience all of it.