I suppose it’s time. After many years of living with my secret, I am coming out with it. I know my friends and family will be shocked, and I’m sure my parents will be disappointed but I cannot hide it any longer. I just hope that those who truly love me will continue to accept me for who I am and not be too quick to judge, though I know that will not be the case for everyone. So here it is: I am Identity Fluid.
I wasn’t always sure growing up what was ‘wrong’ with me. It wasn’t until I saw in the news the likes of Elizabeth Warren, the potential vice presidential candidate who identifies herself as Native American when she isn’t really, or the likes of Rachel Dolezal, the Spokane NAACP chapter director who identifies herself as Black when she isn’t really, that it hit me. It doesn’t matter who I am; all that matters is how I identify myself. President Obama has decreed that this is reason enough to let me use any bathroom I choose. And it turns out that for me, my self-identity changes depending on my mood or circumstances. Thus, I am Identity Fluid. It’s a thing.
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