I’m a genderqueer boi with both tranny and femme tendencies who acts like a faggy gay man with a masculine walk and cocky attitude. If there was a box on OkC for gender identity it would probably be the longest part of my profile. I love transcending normality, and especially transcending gender.

I'm don't identify as gay. I'm queer. I'm attracted to you if I find you attractive. That said, if you're a female-bodied boi/genderqueer/noho trannyboy or even if you just have really short hair, I'll probably find you attractive. If you're a cisman, I will not find you attractive. Everything else is one big grey area (I will add that lately I have really been into ftm transmen). I tried writing and re-writing this section but I think the best thing to do is just to try me.

My friends tell me they like hanging out with me because they don’t have to dominate the conversation and they know there will never be any awkward silences. I like people who talk a lot so I don’t feel like I’m bombarding them with ridiculous. I’ll know we click when our walls start to go down and our mental filter breaks and we go off on the most impossible tangents.

I love when I hit it off smashingly with someone who, "on paper," I have absolutely nothing in common with. Connections for me are more about feelings than logic.

I'm deaf in one ear and hard of hearing in the other. I speak normally, but I don't always hear well in loud environments or with people who speak softly. Knowing how to at least fingerspell the alphabet can come in /handy/ (har har) in hanging out with me.

I'm a nanny, which is the absolute best job I can imagine having without a degree. I plan to nanny my way through college and grad school then start doing sociological/child development research studies, especially in the area of gender identity development.

I moved into my own apartment three weeks after I turned 18 and I've been living here since. I pay for all of my own shit and I take pride in the life I've made for myself. I get along best with people at least a few years older than me and am still coming to terms with the fact that I am actually 19, not 27 as I would like to believe.

Being a friend, treating you right, and jumping over hurdles in a potato sack (not literally) for someone I care about.

Being very up-front, blunt and honest.

Being ridiculous, going off on a million tangents once you get me talking, and laughing ridiculously hard at my own jokes/inappropriate moments/things that aren't funny.

Wordplay. Really stupid wordplay. Actually, it's so stupid it's not even wordplay.

Being politically incorrect and enjoying it.

Open communication, being honest, and helping you find the words for what you're trying to say.

I used to love to cook, then I kind of stopped for a while. I'm starting up again and realizing I'm still awesome at it.

I'll also kick your ass at Scrabble.

If I'm wearing a beater (which I usually am if it's warm enough--you should see my tan line), the two-headed snake tattoo I have on my shoulder and back.

If I'm with a friend, maybe that I make ridiculous facial expressions and often bust out an exaggerated fake swagger while rapping about britches.

If they're talking to me, maybe that I overuse the words "yo" and "bitches" while speaking in a mix of ghetto and southern accents.

But let's be honest. It's probably that I look really, really gay. Apparently I look like a guy from the back, so sometimes people seem to mindfreak when I turn around.

I hope people are at least ocassionally confused by my gender to the point where they're either unsure of my sex or decide I must be a pubescent teenage boy. How often this actually happens, though, I'm not sure.

Also, "BUT HOW DO YOU BLOW YOUR NOSE?"

Stone Butch Blues. Bitchfest. Flowers for Algernon. House of Leaves by Mark Danielewski. Haunted, Invisible Monster, and Choke by Chuck Palahniuk. Random queer lit/research (I've got a pile of it at home). I really wish I read more. I also used to write almost every day but I've fallen out of that habit. Kids, just say no to internets.

Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Shortbus. Hair. Anything with trannies in it. I also thought Castaway was fantastic even though nobody else liked it. I've seen so many good movies that I've just forgotten the names of, mostly indie/queer/foreign films.

I percieve music interestingly. If I don't know the lyrics to something my head will make them up for me based on how I hear it. I promise we won't be bonding over similar musical tastes unless all you listen to is Red Hot Chili Peppers, Green Day, and an assortment of ridiculous songs like "Hollaback Girl" and "Everybody Dance Now." That said, I'm eager to find more music that I enjoy. So anything with a distinct beat (metal makes my brain bleed), bring it on.

Pear and brie cheese sandwiches on fresh-baked French bread. Tomato and red pepper soup from Trader Joe's. Sweet potatoes. Cashew butter. Plain yogurt. Strawberry-banana smoothies with apple juice. Salmon with mango salsa. Smoky grilled chicken breasts. Red peppers, especially cooked with onions and served with black beans. Grilled cheese sandwiches with apple and onion. Raisins, nuts and chocolate together. Deli-style tuna sandwiches on rye. Salted corn. Whole grain pasta with a chunky grilled pineapple-tomato-apple sauce. Anything I cook.

You should know refined sugar kills your libido. But I promise I'm not a food snob! Here, have a twinkie...unless we're going out tonight.

Freedom from authority
Effortless conversation
Spontaneity
The unexpected
Being able to break the rules
Gender nonconformity
Queer people
Asexual nudity
And last but definitely not least, my mom.

Gender issues, gender identity development, gender equality, gender stereotypes. My own gender identity.

Feminism.

Whether that chick is staring at me because she's queer and is trying to get me to look at her long enough to do the nod of queer acknowledgment or because she thinks it's creepy and/or a sin that I'm hairy and wearing men's clothes.

Whether or not that person over there is trans. I spend way too much of my people-watching time speculating about this. Actually, I spend way too much of my time in general thinking about trannies.

Where my life is going, where I want to take it, and how to make my mark on the world.

Hanging out with a friend (most likely melomania) naked in my apartment eating and talking about something really, really stupid while making the exact same sound effect to describe every noise in existence.

Though that last bit's probably just me being deaf.

I want to have sex on the golden gate bridge and fully intend to try to someday.

I'm a hopeless romantic and can get a bit sappy about it. Yeah, yeah.

I'm very toppy (I suppose "dominant" would read better here, but I don't think that's the right word) and tend to make the first move.

I count calories in a tiny book I carry around with me.

And I sleep with a stuffed moose.

We have absolutely nothing in common but you like a challenge.

You're queer.

You want a new friend
You want a girlfriend
You want a boifriend
You want to fuck

My ideal partner would want all of the above. Emphasis on /both/ of the middle two.

I like people who are outspoken about their feelings, needs and wants and will listen to mine as well. I can't build any kind of relationship without the foundation of open communication.

Oh, and you should probably make it clear where you are in the above categories. Alternatively, I'm a sucker for anything and anyone that defies categorization.