Some people have cute smiles. Some people have cute personalities. Some people have cute bodies. You can see where I’m going with this.
I have way too many cute attributes. Especially as society expects a grown man of color to be portrayed as.
Now before you think I’m sucking my own dick let me explain I am no way in any form bragging on my cuteness. Honestly the shits not all it’s cracked up to be after age 5.
Just to emphasize; I went through an ugly duckling phase. Weirdly enough I was an adorable little girl then matured into this awkward prepubescent and then evolved in to this adolescent social butterfly.
Between the ages of 5 – 9 I was adorable my dimple would always get my way and my thick eyebrows and hyperjetic facial expressions got me out of almost anything.
As a child I always heard “you are so cute ” “oh wow she is so adorable” I’d give a little fake smile yada yada.
Fast forwarding here cause we are getting off track ; Now at almost 26 years old this “cute thing” does more harm then good in soooo many different ways. Yes of course I’m going to explain.
It’s is so hard to look my age. A simply task, taken for granted; that so many of you do naturally. It’s the 8th wonder of the world for me. I struggle from what style clothes I should wear. The way I wear my hair. Even the way I walk into a business or establishment. It’s a bother it is. And it’s rooted in the basic fact that I have a cute face. When you hear cute facial features your brain doesn’t necessarily think “man” now does it. So put a cute face on a individual the size of a teenager most likely in a Pokémon Tee plus the amount of facial hair (mainly peach fuzz) of a prepubescent male. You see a sweet innocent cute young man. In some instances I’ve gotten as young as 14 (Caucasian) an in the rare occasion besides when someone guesses my correct age I’ve only gotten as old as 24 on a good day. You know nice suit fresh shave pep in his step kinda days.
Damn this cute face.
Mistaken identity; believe it or not me being so often perceived as a cute little young boy I get mistaken as such like for real. I’ve gotten stopped for being “truant” at 11:30 on a school day. Getting carded while my young barely legal associates walk right on through. And yes even embarrassingly enough mistook for a son when I was a boyfriend. Issa boyfriend. More recently being hit on by girls that are barely half my age. That’s appalling and disturbing to say the least. Not to mention that 16 year olds are staring to look at attempt to act like grown women. But this hasn’t just happen. This has been going on for quite some time in my liddo ol life. Interesting story about my first age ain’t nothing but a number till ha ppl find out scare. But will save that for another day. Point is when you look young you like shift into a whole other age bracket. And that sucks when it’s like been there done that.
Not being taken seriously. One person has a pit bull as a watch dog , another person has a chihuahua as a watch dog. Which person to you think is getting robbed more ? Maybe an extreme analogy but stay with me. Because this cute attribute makes every day like stressful to some extent. Especially when a person like me is already wary of relationships with other humans. Nice guys finish last but cute guys never finished. When you suffer from a cute personality people often see you as docile calm and in no way a threat. And it’s not like a brightly color “oh that’s cute but that shit can fuck me up cause it’s probably poisonous”. Its like that kid that stalks a harmless butterfly because it’s “cute” and then squashes it because it’s in now way shape or form dangerous.
With that being said take into consideration that I am that cute little butterfly every day of my life.
So I ask you is being cute all that it’s cracked up to be
Well hello hello reader & peepers.
Allow me to extend a brief re-introduction. My name is Kristian Iman King. My associates call me Kris, my friends call me King & those who really know me call me Iman. I am 25 year young black man originally from New Orleans, currently living in Houston. And you have stumbled onto the blog of a young introverted black transman trying to find himself and make sense of this crazy world while doing so.
To my return readers… Yet again I find myself apologizing again for the hiatus. 2016 has been not so kind to me. But to my new readers welcome & you have come at the right time, or so it seems.
I have recently relocated from New Orleans to Houston, TX. I am currently experiencing life instead of just living it. Meaning instead of the ball and chain 9 – 5 I am practicing more of an “as the wind blows” kind of lifestyle. Hence me blogging again.
As far as my transition once again I have taken a break from therapy and focus more of myself inwardly rather than worrying about gender & transition. I have taken up a vegan/vegetarianism eating habit. And also focus more on physical well being and staying active. Mental wise I has decieded to expand outside of my comfort zone and experience new things. Out here in Houston everything is new to me anyways! Still working on a future YouTube channel (so be on the lookout)!
There isnt much else to say in this icebreaker. Im glad to be back and happy that you are here too.
Yall come back now, ya hear?
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Peace & blessings yet again everyone. I know the title is a bit unorthodox so lets jump right in and break it down shall we. Great.
First and foremost let me remind my readers that this a personal blog full of personal ideas and some beliefs. Dont get butt hurt cause its different. 👌
Now then.. This blog is me breaking down genders by prefixes and suffixes; mainly to give depth to why I personally changing my vocabulary.
I am no expert on gender, but I think I can give a pretty good jist of it:
Gender non confirming
An individual that does not necessarily fall under 1 gender; no-gender, agender
An individual that can fall under 2 or more genders; combine or separate.
An individual that has made a transition from one gender to another; male to female, female to male.
An individual that is the same gender assigned from birth until death; one gender.
I never did agree on the “cisgender” term. I personally feel like the term
Onegender would be more suitable. Cisgender are women or men that are born into one gender and stay that way.
Cisgender. Its sounds like “ciscioety” and the “cistem” are trying to make onegender the “normal” gender to be. Like cisgender isn’t even a gender, its just a normal person.
Dont get me wrong I love all my onegender people, my wife is a onegender woman; married to a transgender man.
This is my personal opinion on the whole word, term definiton. It is what is in the dictionary(just dont get one 5-10years old).
So from now on my faithful readers when l say onegender you will understand what l mean.
I have love for all genders of course! After all the genitals dont make gender and gender doesnt make a person.
Thanks again for stopping by, until next time…
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