I'm the dumb smartass who makes out with guys no problem and is off-and-on dating one of your fujoshi girl group. I'm the long-haired bro that looks at all of your art and says "Dude that RIPS!" because I've been keeping track of your progress so I can tell you in detail how you've gotten better. I'm the vacant-staring guy that listens to you talk about your OCs for hours and just when that fifth "uh-huh" makes you think I haven't been listening I ask you a hyperspecific question that makes you excited to answer. I'm the scuffed up skater that wears all black but I'll drive you and your friends to the mall anytime, and I'm totally sick at DDR. You think back about when you thought I was unapproachable and compare it to the grinning dork making bead bracelets with you, and can't imagine it.
THAT is my GENDER.
