it’s so amusing how offended people get when you’re comfortable with yourself. it’s been so great over the past few months watching people love themselves more. i love selfies and nudes and i love when girls call themselves queens and act like they’re the hottest thing on the planet and if anyone calls you self centered or pretentious blow them the biggest kiss and carry on.
this on my blog b/c yes
Today I was working at my neighbourhood friendly Lush shop, and I was approached by a man and his son who were interested in seeing how some of the products worked. The man’s son was an enthusiastic boy named Ryan, and he really, really liked the colour blue.
He asked to see a bubble bar called ‘Blue Skies’ and I offered to sample him a small chunk that he could use in his bath at home, saying, “Alright so you’re gonna throw that guy right under the faucet and BAM, bubbles!”
When I handed him the sample, his smile dropped into a confused stare. His brows furled and he said, “this isn’t a he. It’s an it. You can’t ask it if it’s a boy because it’s a bar.” Reexamining what would make him tell me that, I realized I had been inadvertently assigning genders to products in the store without noticing.
I always considered myself to be a faithful member to all things lgbtq+, but my interaction with Ryan today made me really reconsider how my language must appear to people. It goes without saying that you can learn a lot about someone from the way the walk, talk, dress and act, but something so engrained in the grande societal psyche (like referring to tools of function as he/she) really now kinda seems a little fucked up.
I think the point to what I’m saying is that I was a little blown away with myself. Gender is fluid, but you are the only person who gets to decide your gender. To give anything a gender, whether it be a car, a boat, or the cutie at the supermarket, is wrong. It’s wrong because it’s a force outside of you that you are placing a label on.
*in my opinion