Core gender identity: (n) a person’s inner sense of being male or female
A couple of weeks ago I woke up convinced I was handsome. It was magnificent.
It lasted until I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Then I was conflicted. Should I believe what I woke up with? Or should I deal with
what I see? And is what I see what is really true, or rather, my perception of what I think truth should be?
After all, maybe I am handsome and my inner thinking about being handsome has been tainted by years of being deemed average.
Which notion in my brain should I follow?
Which path seems to have the most promise?
I remember when I was a young boy, just eight years old, I heard a performance by a man playing piano. After the concert hall cleared, I slipped back in, walked up onstage, sat down at the instrument and began to move my fingers the way I had seen the man perform. It didn’t sound a thing like what he produced. At first, I was angry. I wanted to be a piano player. (At least, right at that moment I did.) But it seemed that nature, or God, had favored this man over me.
I remember the first time I asked a girl out on a date. She said no. As did the next three in a row. It crossed my mind, “I wonder if they think I’m gay? Am I gay? If I can’t get a date with a girl, maybe that’s just Earth’s way of telling me that I’m gay.”
This thought quickly disappeared when the fourth girl said yes, and we went and made out like two fish swimming in the bayou.
Turns out I wasn’t gy—but maybe I was gay until I wasn’t.
I saw a man lift weights. He grunted and groaned but was very successful at it. I thought, how hard can this be? I walked over and tried to lift one end of the bar. Could not budge it. Does that mean I’m weak? That I should go out and buy protein powder to build up my muscles, or else I will be overcome by an enemy?
In the process of one day, the human brain of every person alive goes through so many contortions, so many questions, so many different ideas, that it is very difficult to land on true identity.
I don’t think we should ever deny, ignore or reject someone’s core gender identity, faith proclamation or personal belief.
But I also think if we are to be kind to one another, we will allow each other the chance to be dreaming, wondering or even confused—without holding each other to the present whim.