• masc for masc • Full of bloopers & awkward moments, this ..

• masc for masc • Full of bloopers & awkward moments, this video is an amateurs dream. Calling myself a masculine person always gets a few responses. People praising me for being open with how I identify, others asking if the masc is in the room with us. All of my life I grew up not understanding the set rules between boys and girls. I loved to dance and sing and play dress up… as the prince in all my stories. I didn’t want people to see me as a girl when I was around age 10 so I would wear Etnies skater shoes, baggy pants and baggy shirts. As I aged I found a love for makeup and dresses and heels, and I still love those things, but why is it that when I wear them, people discredit how I identify? I’m Not androgynous enough, not masculine enough, but still I get asked “how are you a lesbian and nonbinary” as if the lesbian flag itself doesn’t have a color for Gender Nonconforming Peoples(that’s me🙋). I’ve walked through this world being perceived as a woman my whole life, so I feel extremely close to the woman experience. Ive birthed a life, fed that life, so I am proud of my body and I don’t feel I personally need to medically alter it to save myself / mental health. Though I’m a HUGE advocate for body modifications (see all my tattoos), as well as gender confirming surgery, that’s just not in my journey. My journey is expressive. I’ve learned quickly that if a man can put on heels & a dress and still identify as a man, then I too can wear a pretty dress an makeup and still use they/them pronouns. Still be confident and sure of my own masculinity. My woman calls me her pretty boy when I’m all dolled up, then calls me big boy when I’m topping her. She eats me out and sucks my dick all at once and to her, the nuance& love without judgment is always present. Maybe the labels I use don’t always fit 100% of how I feel every day. nonbinary doesn’t always fit how I’m feeling, maybe gender fluid is more appropriate, basking in my feminine energy for weeks before cycling back through to my boyish charm. While the internet argues over specifics that cause more separation than community, the real world doesn’t care about labels. No one is arguing at a bar over how we identify or present ourselves. We are all just wine tasting new generes of personalities and loves until we find where we fit in. Not all of us are born knowing who we are, or who we will love. Man, woman, neither, fluid, Ace, Lesbian, Gay, t4t, butch and Femme or masc for masc… it’s what’s in the bottle, not what’s on the label that counts.