Gender Fluid Gentleman
You want to go with them, but the space between you and them is discernible and distant. They emit a vibe, a sonic, undetectable outside earshot. Quietly resonating is kinetic energy. You are different. You know you’re different. They know. They won’t say it. They elect not to speak of it. You do. Gender pronouns. Today’s new nomenclature. When there is gender intersectionality like this there may come heightened identity confusion. Discussion, interpretation, and translation are never fluid. Disagreements heated. Just asked the gender fluid gentleman wearing the gray pork pie fedora. Each one of his pork pie fedora’s bears its owns identity. Her name is asked, he answers—Jim. © emmett wheatfall