Nominative (subject) | Objective (object) | Possessive determiner | Possessive pronoun | Reflexive | |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
Invented pronouns | |||||
Ne (pronounced like "me") | Ne laughed | I called nir | Nir eyes gleam | That is nirs | Ne likes nyself |
Spivak (old) | E laughed | I called em | Eir eyes gleam | That is eirs | E likes eirself |
Spivak (new)[20] | Ey laughed | I called em | Eir eyes gleam | That is eirs | Ey likes emself |
Humanist[21] | Hu laughed | I called hum | Hus eyes gleam | That is hus | Hu likes humself |
Hy | Hy laughed | I called hym | Hys eyes gleam | That is hys | Hy likes hymself |
Ot | Ot laughed | I called ot | Ots eyes gleam | That is ots | Ot likes otself |
Yt | Yt laughed | I called yt | Yts eyes gleam | That is yts | Yt likes ytself |
Thon[22] | Thon laughed | I called thon | Thons eyes gleam | That is thons | Thon likes thonself |
Ve[23] | Ve laughed | I called ver | Vis eyes gleam | That is vis | Ve likes verself |
Xe[24] | Xe laughed | I called xem | Xyr eyes gleam | That is xyrs | Xe likes xemself |
Ze (or zie or sie) and zir[25] | Ze laughed | I called zir/zem | Zir/Zes eyes gleam | That is zirs/zes | Ze likes zirself |
Ze (or zie or sie) and hir[26] | Ze laughed | I called hir | Hir eyes gleam | That is hirs | Ze likes hirself |
Ze and mer[27] | Ze laughed | I called mer | Zer eyes gleam | That is zers | Ze likes zemself |
Zhe, Zher, Zhim[28] | Zhe laughed | I called zhim | Zher eyes gleam | That is zhers | Zhe likes zhimself |
En | En laughed | I called en | Ens eyes gleam | That is ens | En likes enself |
Co | Co laughed | I called co | Co's eyes gleam | That is co's | Co likes coself |
Phe | Phe laughed | I called Phe | Phe′s eyes gleam | That is Phe′s | Phe likes Phesself |
Per(son) | Per laughed | I called per | pers eyes gleam | That is pers | Per likes perself |
A blog exploring gender identities and life.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
ze, zir, hir, zhim
Monday, March 28, 2011
A poem by my s.o
Her name was Blue.
She was sad sometimes.
But a very pretty Cloudy blue.
She met another Color named Yellow.
Bright and sunny!
One day they met.
They Loved each other from the beginning.
But one day yellow got a feeling that
Blue was hiding something.
Secretly.... Blue wanted to be green.
Yellow could not understand why she wanted to
be green! Blue was such a pretty Color, and yellow could not see her as anything other then blue.
But the more yellow blended with blue, the more green came out. Green was confident, green was happy. And if they work together, and supported each other, the more prettier the green became.
In the end, we are all just colors...blue..yellow...green...even red! As long as we love each other, and blend well, it doesn't matter what color you are!!
<3
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Filled with Happiness
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Another little update: Disney
Dysphoria
I seem to be getting to a point where speaking in my female voice seems to be getting unfamiliar. . Like when you hear a recording of someone and don't recognize the voice. When I look at the mirror and I see a female, I don't see myself, I see someone unfamiliar looking back. I've never been uncomfortable of my female self. Sometimes I don't mind her. Sometimes its ok. But right now, its not. Right now I want to be a guy and that’s it. I want Lesly to go away. I know I'm not transgender FTM to the entire extent. I know that if I was to transition I would regret it when female me decides to reemerge. But there are some times when I just can't take it. There are some times when I just lay here and cry. Why is this so unbearable? And why is it that I feel like no one is here for me? I want to see a gender therapist I do… but for financial(as long as other reasons) I won't be able to until April. I know its not far. We're in March here soon, but time seems to be going so slow. I take a deep breath and deal with this. It's my problem right? Its mine to deal with. I don't really want to get the other people in my life involved with this because I'm afraid I'll push them away. My identifying as bigender has already pushed one of the most important people in my life away a bit. I'm afraid to push her more, and I'm afraid to push everyone else.