Call Me Ronnie

     I don't know if I was bisexual and feminine from birth, or if it resulted from the accident when I was three, or when the family pervert raped me when I was five.  All I can say is that this has always been something I've lived with, but kept hidden away so I wouldn't have to deal with angry outbursts like the one when I was seven and my father yelled at me to quit walking like a faggot.

    I remember when I was little, I loved to watch "The Archies".  The first time I heard the character "Veronica" called Ronnie it resonated with me, because that's what my whole family called me.  I remember thinking, "if I was a girl, I'd want my name to be Veronica."  These days, I think, "if I could change my gender marker, I'd naturally have to change my name to a feminine name.  And it would be "Veronika".  I would prefer, though, if my friends would call me Ronnie.  People who've known me all my life would probably expect me to go with Rhonda, but no!  That's what I would have been named if I hadn't been born with this trouble maker between my legs, but I get to pick my own name now (if I'm ever able to change my gender marker).  It used to be that when anyone would call me Ronnie it would irritate the living hell out of me!  But now, when I go to the clinic, they call me Ronnie and a thrill goes through me.  They're respecting my gender identity, and that's a lot!  Back in the day, nobody called me Ronnie out of respect.  It was to differentiate me from my dad, who I shared a first name with.

    Now, I'm not one of those who are all caught up in their pronouns.  "I'm she/her!"   You can call me she/her, he/him, they/them, ass/hole... I don't care!  I'm not going to let you bring me down by "misgendering" me.  Especially since a large percentage of society these days doesn't know sex from gender anyway!  (Sex = male/female.  Gender = masculine/feminine.)  And they want to say that transfolk have a problem?  Until society can get its collective shit together enough to know male from masculine, I don't think "they" should be saying shit to, or about, "us".

    Anyway, all of this is what was going through my mind this evening while I was in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the woman who has been the love of my life for the past thirty-seven years.  She's not just my wife, she's my goddess/queen/lover/girlfriend/BESTfriend/everything.  Without her support, I wouldn't be able to take this journey I'm now on.  I LOVE YOU, BABY!

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