so@taibhsearachd and I were talking about gender shit and ended up jokingly talking about how we both kind of exist in this place of “nonbinary feels like it has associations we don’t identify with, and we’re neither of us most comfortable with genderqueer or genderfluid”, and we - laughing and goofing around - brought up first the Crystal Gems (non gendered but don’t mind being viewed as female and referred to as female, bc gender doesn’t matter to them) and then Janet from The Good place (feminine, she/her, presents as female as far as anyone who doesn’t know her could say, but is EXPLICITLY “Not A Girl”) as gender identities.
And then, in the spirit of lighthearted silliness, I looked up a picture of Janet in her most recognizable outfit - purple skirt and vest, white blouse with pale blue diamonds - and used color select to make a “Janetgender Pride Flag”.
This was not meant to mock anyone, btw, this was just us being silly with each other. BUT.
I looked at the flag once I’d finished and had a wave of overwhelming Feels. I turned my laptop around to show Birdie and SHE had a wave of overwhelming Feels. We both looked at this and went “oh no this actually feels RIGHT”. We wouldn’t ever expect to find it on an offering of pride flags, or expect anyone to recognize it, but it’s ours.
So uh. This is the Janetgender Pride Flag, for our fellow genderweird people who don’t want to let go of femininity but also who are adamantly NOT A GIRL. We’re NOT girls. We’re luggage.
I love you.
I already fast-reblogged this but the more I think about it the more it feels like what I’ve been searching for. I have identified as Pansexual as my sexuality for years once I felt comfortable in that definition. But as far as gender it’s been less defined. I am afab. I haven’t ever really felt differently about being referred to in she/her pronouns. That all seemed ok. But when someone refers to me as “a woman” or “lady” or “that gal” or any other form a historically female binary word I just feel “no” like that isn’t right. I don’t feel that. I am she/her but “not a girl”, “not a lady”, “this not a lady”. So I unironically feel that Janet as a gender is valid
Every kisses and hugs for you. We may have been goofing off but I think we accidentally hit on something that a lot of people wanted some acknowledgement was a thing they weren’t alone in.
yeah I’m a nonpracticing woman. I was raised female but I don’t really believe anymore yknow?
I’m culturally female. I don’t really believe in one true gender, but I do participate in some of the rituals I was raised in, when I feel like it. And I enjoy participating in the traditions of other genders too sometimes.
I’m only female on Christmas and Easter, for my parents.
I’m not really into the whole female dogma, but the aesthetic went off, ya know?
why does this feel so true?
This is funny, but I read the first line like “nonpracticing doctor”. You went to school to become a woman, but you didn’t bother to get your woman license so now you just use your woman knowledge to write particularly detailed murder mysteries.
the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you’re really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it’s going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings
[text ID: “And it’s like, Oh my god, humans can be so wonderful when we’re making things, when we’re creating. We’re joining the grand creator, or however you want to describe it. Because we are in creation. I’m not necessarily talking about God. I’m saying there’s something that has been created through a series of natural processes, as far as I’m concerned.
So to be in line with and to join in that creativity is, I think, maybe the highest calling. I think it’s all of our callings, to whatever degree or in whatever context, in whatever corner of the garden we’re meant to tend. And we know it. We know when we’re in the right corner, you know what I mean? We can feel it. We can feel it in our bones. Our blood starts to flow, our cheeks flush, we get that feeling of spring in our bodies, and we come alive. We can feel it when we’re close to the shoreline of ourselves, and then it’s harder to identify when we don’t feel it. It’s a strange thing.” /ID]
