Looking back on my article from last week, I wanted to look back on Gender Identity Disorder (GID). First, I don’t think it is right to call it a disorder. The general connotation of disorder is something negative, something inherently wrong. Having a different gender identity is not wrong, so I have to say that I hate that it is called a disorder.
According to the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), a disorder is “a disturbance of the bodily (or mental) functions; an ailment, disease. (Usually a weaker term than disease and not implying structural change.” In other words, there is something wrong, and it isn’t quite a disease, though it is close, the difference being an absence of “structural change.” The OED is the end all be all when it comes to the definition of a word, including its origins, where it has been used with that meaning, generally it is academia’s dictionary. So when we follow this definition, I again assert that I do not like the word disorder. There is nothing wrong with me; I just feel differently about myself than do most people.
As I continue to think about my gender identity, I keep coming back to when I was a child. Most people who experience some kind of gender identity issue report that the difference became apparent in childhood, so I keep thinking back, wondering and remembering.
I keep thinking about my love of Spider Man, my distaste for Barbies, my dislike of dresses.
I found out this week that I get to keep my seasonal job. They moved me to part time.
I love this job for many reasons: I get to help people, answer questions, become more knowledgeable, and basically just have a job, which is always good.
One of my favorite things about this job though is the internal policy which bars discrimination of all kinds, including based on sexual orientation and gender identity.
After figuring out that the Microsoft Word on my new computer has not been activated, here we go. I wanted to talk about the holidays. They aren't quite over yet. We still have New Year's. Happy holidays to everyone, by the way.
Any opportunity for presents for a genderqueer individual presents a dilemma, so birthdays and the holidays. Mine just happen to occur within the same time frame. Being a Christmas baby is fun. Anyway, gifts are tricky. Although it shouldn't be this way, almost all commercial products are gendered, including clothes, bath products, and toys, typical holiday gifts. All products are geared toward a certain individual. That is how they are sold: to a target audience.
Throughout our lives, we are burdened with labels, whether they are self-made or the creations of others. Within the LGBT community, they are especially prominent. There are bears, lipstick lesbians, bois, butch, femmes, baby dykes, studs. Even lesbian, gay, and bisexual are labels. I have been thinking a lot about labels lately as I try to identify myself. I have come to a few conclusions.