*Deep breath, first post on Bad Dragon Chat*
I'm scared that I suffer from "special snowflake syndrome", but I personally like the finely-graded labels. It seems to give everyone a chance to discuss what their identity and orientation means to them, and accept all the ways we can be different. It gave me great comfort to see the subtle shadings between hetero and bi, and realize that just because I'm much more attracted to men doesn't mean that I don't like women too. The "demisexual" term was the biggest eyeopener of all, and it's much easier to talk about it with other people when I know what to call it. Confining oneself to a label is a bad idea, but just finding a label that suits your current status? I like it. It's like a confirmation that I belong, that there are enough people out there like me that we've got a name.
As for bi- vs. pan-, I interpreted it literally, figuring that bi means being attracted to men and women, but not ambiguously-gendered, asexual, or thoroughly inhuman characters, whereas pan would include all of those. *shrug* I'd have to call myself bi in that case: I like stereotypically "masculine"-bodied men and "feminine"-bodied women. I can absolutely appreciate someone's personality outside of those guidelines, but I wouldn't be sexually attracted to them. I'd LIKE to be able to be attracted to more types, and if, say, my husband decided to have a sex change, I certainly wouldn't be going anywhere, but...my brain says "person" not "sex interest" (not that they're mutually exclusive, but you get what I'm saying
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I've only ever known one trans person, a friend of my aunt. But she was older than me and I never really knew her very well, so I never felt like I could say anything to her, but thinking back, sometimes I wish I had. I heard through the grapevine that she was really nervous about attending my bridal shower--a big gathering of cis women--but she did, and I don't think anyone "suspected" a thing. (Not that it should have mattered, but the world sucks right now.) I was so proud of her, wish I had hugged her or something and told her that. It's funny: before I met her, I thought it was going to be weird, but somehow...it just wasn't. She was really tall, square jaw, but it seemed perfectly natural to think of her as another woman.
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