Megathread Non-binary genders / Enbies - When Male and Female Aren't Special Enough

[catsandsoup]

How did she know they were lazy straights?

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

https://x.com/OliLondonTV/status/1821645361225855272

Non-binary Team USA athlete wears a MASK, sunglasses and green and purple hair during the Paris Olympics. One of the commentators has to be corrected for ‘misgendering’ her after calling the woman “her.” “They are actually non-binary”.

 

[LimeRikki]

Nonbinary = attention seeking as a personality.

These people dress themselves like clowns and then get mad when people laugh at them.

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

Nonbinary = attention seeking as a personality.

These people dress themselves like clowns and then get mad when people laugh at them.

I don't know what's better- the clown attire, the name (she did the goff meme), or the fact that this definitely not a woman has those enormous colorful talons that black ladies are so fond of.

Also no idea if the mask is still a covid thing, a gender thing (like she is binding her face perhaps), or a schizo athlete thing or what.

 

[LimeRikki]

I don't know what's better- the clown attire, the name (she did the goff meme), or the fact that this definitely not a woman has those enormous colorful talons that black ladies are so fond of.

Also no idea if the mask is still a covid thing, a gender thing (like she is binding her face perhaps), or a schizo athlete thing or what.

I think the mask is attention seeking, plain and simple. It's unnecessary, and in a lot of ways, doesn't make a whole lot of sense to wear to a sporting event. it's literally to draw attention to herself, so people will talk about her and how her her hair is so colorful, and how non-binary and queer she is. I mean, how else would we be able to tell she's non binary?

But when asked she would probably tell you it's related to covid. Lol

 

[and I must scream]

Thank you for describing my exact problem with non binary - it's about as scientifically correct as things like crystal healing, i.e. not at all, but gets taken much more seriously, even taught as fact in educational institutions.

I agree, and this is something I think about every time I read another "scientific" study trying to prove that TIM have a female brain (I don't remember seeing a study trying to prove that TIF have a male brain, which is peculiar since there isn't a shortage of TIF nowadays. Maybe there are though and I just didn't see it). I mean, the way I understand that, it's not that female brain and male brain have distinctive different structures in the way that our genitals have distinctive different structures, right? It works on averages and comparisons, i.e. some part of the brain is smaller in women than it is in men, some part tends to be more active in women than in men, but on average, not in absolute. Things like that. So you have two ends of what you consider "a female brain" and what you consider "a male brain", and between these two ends you have countless variations. Why those aren't non-binary, then? Where do you draw the line between what counts as a female brain and a male brain, and what counts as a non-binary brain? You can't say that the brain corresponds to gender identity and say that non-binary is a valid gender identity but then not even mentioning a non-binary brain.

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"Cutting my hair caused me such a gender euphoria!"

But this isn't about stereotypes, not at all.

These people basically divide every behavior, look, haircut, piece of cloth, hobby, etc. into "fem" and "masc", so when they like something they consider masc while being "afab", this means they experience "gender euphoria", which means they must be "trans". It's truly bizarre and the most regressive thing I've ever seen.

By the way, in case you are wondering, she cut off her boobs.

From this video

She also calls herself a lesbian despite being non-binary, and expect people to understand she is gay based on her look alone. I though you can't tell someone's sexuality based on look or behavior, that's what I've been told, but I guess this is wrong?

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Whatever lol. If they wouldn't have hit on her she probably would have posted something about how everyone are so homophobic to assume she is gay just because of how she looks. There is no winning with these people.

 

[Bloo]

it’s always the hair for these people. You’re not an entire different gender because you’re a female more comfortable with short hair ffs. It’s all insanely regressive gendered stereotypes. I could so easily call myself non-binary because I’m not an ultra feminine woman at all.

They actually believe that you have to be like a Barbie doll to be considered a true woman, it’s crazy this is now considered progressive to a lot of people.

 

[2mm and 99 others]

By the way, in case you are wondering, she cut off her boobs.

I don't want to invoke the ''Now I am depressed in Egypt'' meme, but enby women definitely should spend some money on travel and visit a German FKK beach or something like that. Not to ogle the walruses people, of course, but to see and learn there are places in the world where people don't give a shit about their looks and lack of swimsuit and they can express their freedom, also these places are the least crowded.
Yeah, I know the most of these people just want to flaunt the scars to prove they are fully in the cult now, but I believe for some of them, seeing that somewhere things work differently, would change their mindset in better direction.

Btw., I don't know that many cases to support that as it's only people I know personally, and maybe it was talked about enough already - In case of those very low-effort girly enbies it seems to me their enbying is more a form of handmaidening, than fitting in a girl group.
I mean, they feel bad for flaunting the femininity they got for free (=simply existing as a woman) before male troons in their friend group, and they want to sort of appease them like that. Little do they know they really can't, because everyone, yes, everyone, knows what is a woman. Just like everyone knows, what a horse is.

 

[Jacques1194]

I agree, and this is something I think about every time I read another "scientific" study trying to prove that TIM have a female brain (I don't remember seeing a study trying to prove that TIF have a male brain, which is peculiar since there isn't a shortage of TIF nowadays. Maybe there are though and I just didn't see it). I mean, the way I understand that, it's not that female brain and male brain have distinctive different structures in the way that our genitals have distinctive different structures, right? It works on averages and comparisons, i.e. some part of the brain is smaller in women than it is in men, some part tends to be more active in women than in men, but on average, not in absolute. Things like that. So you have two ends of what you consider "a female brain" and what you consider "a male brain", and between these two ends you have countless variations. Why those aren't non-binary, then? Where do you draw the line between what counts as a female brain and a male brain, and what counts as a non-binary brain? You can't say that the brain corresponds to gender identity and say that non-binary is a valid gender identity but then not even mentioning a non-binary brain.

My absolute favorite is gender-fluid. The more I thought about it the more crazy the idea of a "gender-fluid brain" sounded. The definition is "when a person doesn't identify solely as male or female, and their gender identity changes over time." It sounds crazy but if we took the idea of a "gender-fluid brain" as fact then wouldn't that mean that their brains are constantly switching from male to female to non binary brains? Really, wouldn't this be a sign that their brains are truly messed up if it's constantly switching genders? If you think about it gender-fluid sounds like "Dissociative identity disorder" but with gender where their brains are switching personalities.

 

[Bloo]

Agender is also one of my favourites. it’s literally the same thing as non-binary yet without a gender at all. It means literally nothing.

 

[Spangled Drongo]

My absolute favorite is gender-fluid. The more I thought about it the more crazy the idea of a "gender-fluid brain" sounded. The definition is "when a person doesn't identify solely as male or female, and their gender identity changes over time." It sounds crazy but if we took the idea of a "gender-fluid brain" as fact then wouldn't that mean that their brains are constantly switching from male to female to non binary brains? Really, wouldn't this be a sign that their brains are truly messed up if it's constantly switching genders? If you think about it gender-fluid sounds like "Dissociative identity disorder" but with gender where their brains are switching personalities.

"Gender fluid" always struck me as yet another case of the enbies taking a common experience and giving it its own special name so it makes them seem more unique than the "cishets" they want to distance themselves from. It's especially normal as a woman to have some days you get all dressed up, others you're content to slob around in track pants, and as far as interests go, just about every woman has something more stereotypically masculine she engages in, be it video games, playing a sport, cars, beer, you name it. Less so for men - most (straight) guys avoid anything that could be perceived as girly, else they get mistaken for gay, yes it's a double standard but that's beside the point. It's simply not worth making up a label that describes something so normal, but then again the gendies think entirely in labels and aren't willing to just go with the flow and live their lives without worrying about whether they should call themselves this, that or the other.

Similarly a huge pet peeve of mine is when someone has multiple pronouns listed - I'm seeing more and more "she/they"s insisting that when talking about them you alternate between pronouns, leading to sentences like she loves their cat which needlessly complicates things. It was bad enough when it was simply a way to hop on the gender bandwagon while making zero effort to look androgynous or like the opposite sex, i.e. "I don't mind if you call me a they!" even though 99.9% of the time people are going to use the pronoun that corresponds to your sex. And yes, it's easy to tell even without getting undressed, you don't have to actually see someone's junk to know what kind of anatomy they've got downstairs.

 

[Aero the Alcoholic Bat]

My absolute favorite is gender-fluid. The more I thought about it the more crazy the idea of a "gender-fluid brain" sounded. The definition is "when a person doesn't identify solely as male or female, and their gender identity changes over time." It sounds crazy but if we took the idea of a "gender-fluid brain" as fact then wouldn't that mean that their brains are constantly switching from male to female to non binary brains? Really, wouldn't this be a sign that their brains are truly messed up if it's constantly switching genders? If you think about it gender-fluid sounds like "Dissociative identity disorder" but with gender where their brains are switching personalities.

And at the same time, they make the claim that gender identity is set in stone and that brain scans prove that you can be born with the brain of the opposite sex.

But these are coom-brained lunatics we're dealing with, of course they're going to contradict themselves in trying to justify their willful stupidity.

 

[TruffleSpark]

they/them and self described fat cripple makes up a bunch of lies about being sexually desirable

 

[PigFarm]

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they/them and self described fat cripple makes up a bunch of lies about being sexually desirable

I actually don't doubt people said that shit.

What she fails to recognize is that feeding a BPDs ego is a sure way into their pants, and these people just want an easy fuck. They know that if you make the topic about her enough, she'll strip down and suck you off

 

[Izdaja Slika]

Agender is also one of my favourites. it’s literally the same thing as non-binary yet without a gender at all. It means literally nothing.

Actually, agender is useful, because it can be turned on gender cultists.

Using their logic, a trans person is someone whose birth sex does not match their gender identity. Now, I freely acknowledge my birth sex (male), but I don't have a 'gender identity'. I'm a gender atheist. I don't 'feel' like a man, I just am one. I am my body. I don't have an age identity, I just am a certain age. I don't have a racial identity, I just am of a certain race.

But since I am 'agender', I am trans, according to their own catechism. And therefore I give myself the "T-slur" pass.

 

[Wallace]

In which Anna's uterus is haunted, and she is salty because everyone thinks having a uterus makes her female.

 

[LimeRikki]

So this person is in the beginning stages of menopause and decided to go on testosterone, and is now wondering why her menopause symptoms are suddenly getting worse?

For real? This is like a whole new level of stupid.

 

[Wallace]

So this person is in the beginning stages of menopause and decided to go on testosterone, and is now wondering why her menopause symptoms are suddenly getting worse?

For real? This is like a whole new level of stupid.

No no no. She's *non-binary*, which means that testosterone is magically going to make her into even more of a not-woman so no one will even call her ma'am again and cause her to sob uncontrollably for hours after. I'm sure giving someone who is emotionally unstable and has severe repressed anger a cross-sex hormone that has increased emotional instability and aggression as known side effects will never backfire!

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

So this person is in the beginning stages of menopause and decided to go on testosterone, and is now wondering why her menopause symptoms are suddenly getting worse?

For real? This is like a whole new level of stupid.

And she thinks shooting up T is a great solution to her problem but thinks treating moderate pain by "mixing tylenol and advil" (something every urgent care doctor and dentist on the planet tells people to do multiple times every day) is some kind of extreme reckless advice.

 

[Wallace]

Anna writes some more fan-fic of two of her characters having sex. And if I have to see it, you have to see it.

Spoiler: text: NSFW

Kissing, as it usually did, led to other things. (Even after more than two years together Corey and Dee still struggled to keep their hands off one another when given the opportunity.) Corey was almost unbearably sweet as he undressed Dee, asking if they'd wanted to leave their binder on (they didn't) and urging them to tell him if something felt wrong.

However, while Dee wouldn't have said that anything felt wrong, exactly, neither did it feel right. Corey was doing all the things that used to drive them wild, but the physical sensations felt as if they were coming from a million miles away. As if they were happening to someone else. Their body gasped and moaned at his touch, but it didn't feel like it meant anything.

Corey's tongue was warm and hot as he lapped at their clit, but Dee found themself reaching for their bond, for the feeling of Corey's cock, which was hard, throbbing, and entirely too untouched for Dee's liking, as he was entirely focused on them at the moment.

What was wrong with them? Why couldn't they just enjoy this?

When the answer hit a moment later, Dee felt as if all the air had been knocked from their body. They weren't enjoying it because they... didn't want to be doing it. This. Because what they wanted...

Their brain struggled to complete the sentence as Corey's hand teasingly brushed the inside of their thigh, then slowly traveled upward.

What they wanted--

...his fingers gently stroked the outer edge of their labia, before...

What they really wanted--

...he slid two fingers into them, and--

And they couldn't bear it, couldn't stand the way it took them out of focusing on what he felt and how it reminded them of what they didn't have. Because what they wanted was for Corey to touch himself, to feel second-hand through their bond what he felt with a hand wrapped around his dick. They wanted to come from feeling his pleasure, because they couldn't feel their own anymore.

"Stop," Dee gasped, bursting into tears.

Corey stopped immediately, and the sense of shared awareness faded as Corey lost his concentration. Dee felt that loss of sensation almost as keenly as they felt the pain of realizing that they didn't want to be touched - all of which was wrapped up with intense self-disgust. They curled into a tiny ball of shame and sobbed, feeling as if their world was coming apart at the seams.

"Hey. Hey, now." Corey's voice was soft and low as he wrapped himself around them. "You didn't do anything wrong, okay? So just breathe."

Dee tried to do as he said, but they were powerless against the tremors wracking them. "I wanted to like it. I used to like it so much."

"You can't force yourself to like something," Corey said firmly. "And you shouldn't try."

"But I don't want to hate having sex with you," Dee all but wailed.

Corey hesitated. "I... Obviously I can't know what you're feeling. But I promise you that we'll get through this, okay? However you feel right now isn't the way it's going to be forever."

Dee laughed despite themself. "You can't know that," they hiccuped.

"Yes I can," Corey shot back, a smile audible in his voice. "You know how stubborn I can be about pointless stuff. Imagine how much more stubborn I can be about something that really matters to me."

Again, Dee laughed, then shuddered as they were able to take one shaky breath. Then another.

"Good." Corey kissed the back of their neck. "Now. Talk to me?"

"It's probably weird, but it's like... my body is reacting like I'm enjoying myself, but I can't connect with it, because I..." Dee had to struggle to force the next word out. "Hate. Not having a dick. And when you touch me like that, I can't... I can't not think about how much I hate it."

Corey was quiet for a long moment, and Dee could feel him probing tentatively at the edge of their feelings. "You've been having these feelings for a long time, haven't you?" He finally asked. When Dee nodded miserably and tried to curl into a ball, he wrapped his arms tightly around their waist. "You're okay. I'm not upset."

"It's not you! It's me! It's everything I grew up with telling me that I'm gross, and awful, and disgusting. And the Pope saying I'm a fucking war crime for having those feelings."

"Okay. Well. Can you turn and look at me here?"

Grudgingly, Dee uncurled and turned over so they could see Corey's face.

"You're not a war crime," he said sternly. "And I don't think you're gross and disgusting. Obviously. So. Set those feelings to the side for now and talk to me about this dysphoria. How did all this start, and where are you now? I want to understand so I can help you better."

Dee nodded and wiped their eyes as they consulted their feelings and tried to put them into something resembling a logical order. "I didn't realize until... pretty recently that what I was feeling was dysphoria," they said slowly. "Because it just started as thinking. You know. Wouldn't it be hot to have a dick? When you do that thing where you turn on Feelings Sharing, I liked feeling how you felt when I touched your dick. And, God, I liked feeling what it felt like when you fucked me. And for a long time that's all it was. Thinking about what it would be like to have a dick, but being fine with not having one.

"Until it started becoming... not fine. So I just... started focusing more on you and less on me when we had sex. And then finally, a couple days ago, I realized that I couldn't come at all anymore unless I was focusing on what you felt and pretending that you were me. And that's when the wheels started coming off the bus."

Corey's expression was gentle as he tangled his fingers through Dee's hair. "That's why you've been mostly wanting me to fuck you these last few months?"

Dee cringed. "I could tell you liked feeling what I felt, and I told myself what I was doing wasn't any different. Because acknowledging how I felt would have meant doing something about it, and I was scared. And ashamed."

"Okay. Well. Tomorrow I'm going to talk to Barnabus. Because honestly, that sounds pretty bad, and like something we should take really seriously. And no, I won't mention anything embarrassing. All right?"

Dee nodded, hating the way their lower lip wobbled as they did so.

"Great. In the meantime... what do you want to do right now? Do you want to stop?"

"No," Dee grumped, which earned a confused look from Corey. "I'm just mad that you eating me out is off the table because you're really good at it."

Corey's lusciously thick lips curved into a smile. "Okay, well. Why don't you use our magic while I fuck you, since you said that helps your dysphoria?"

"I mean." Dee bit their lip anxiously. "You're sure it's okay for me to use you like that?"

"Put it this way," Corey said, the love in his big, beautiful brown eyes so intense that Dee wanted to melt right into them. "Your dysphoria is clearly causing you a lot of pain. So given a choice between 'not having sex because it's painful and distressing for you' and 'using our magic to make sex enjoyable and non-dyphoric for you', which do you think I'm going to go with?"

Dee's throat closed again and they had to breathe deeply to fight off yet another wave of tears. "That makes sense," they managed.

"In fact, let's try this. Lie on your back and close your eyes."

Curious to see where he was going with this, Dee complied, and a moment later felt it as Corey invoked the bond between them. (He'd tried before to explain how he'd did it, but his explanations had never made any sense to Dee.)

Corey's voice was low and soothing as he spoke. "You don't have to touch me, okay? And you don't have to think about you. Forget the sheets, forget the pillows, and just focus on what I'm feeling."

Dee breathed slowly as they cataloged the sensations of their own body before setting them aside. They could feel Corey stretched out on the bed next to them, all of his weight on one elbow. His cock was mostly soft, but they could feel his warm rush of arousal as he began to harden again.

"You with me?" he asked quietly as he placed a hand on his cock.

"Yes," Dee groaned.

Corey's rich baritone was playing arpeggios on their spine, even as they could feel his cock hardening further. "There's no you and me like this. We're both me right now, and that's okay, because I want to share this with you. Understand?"

Dee shivered as Corey ran a thumb over the tip of his cock. "Yes."

"Good." Corey took himself in hand. "Now feel your hand wrapped around your cock," he instructed, with only a faint emphasis on the pronouns.

Dee's eyes prickled with unshed tears as the power of that phrase - your cock - sparked something big and powerful and inside them.

"Now feel yourself stroking your cock," Corey continued as he started to do so. Dee focused on the feeling of delicious opposites - the soft skin of his cock against his lightly callused palm, the hardness of it against the fleshy base of his thumb. It was easier like this, they discovered, to feel their own arousal, even as they were focusing on his.

"Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," Dee gasped.

Corey chuckled as he leaned over to get the lube from the bedside table. A moment later, there was the strangely appealing sensation of Corey applying lube to himself, and then he was on top of them, his weight carefully on his knees and elbows as he gently kissed their forehead. "Do what you need to do," he reminded them. "If that means lying still, then lie still. Whatever you need."

Dee nodded, not trusting their voice.

Corey carefully positioned the head of his cock at their entrance before slowly sliding into them, taking several second to bury himself to the hilt.

Frustratingly, Dee found it difficult to hold onto the idea that they were Corey now that he was inside them. How could they be fucking themself? But somehow, Corey divined the source of their difficulty, and said just the right thing. "You're not fucking you, right now. You're fucking me, because we switched." Slowly, so very fucking slowly he began to withdraw from them. "And I said that was okay. So that makes this your dick, that you're using to fuck me."

That did the trick.

Dee moaned as Corey... as they reversed course and slowly fucked back into Corey. And sure, the analogy didn't totally make sense, but it didn't need to as long as they focused on the feeling of their dick and how incredible it felt thrusting into Corey's wet velvet heat.

"Yes," they whispered. "More. I want to fuck you harder."

Corey groaned, the rush of arousal he felt as he obliged spilling over into Dee, who reveled in the feeling of blood rushing to their already achingly-hard cock. And suddenly, after months of increasingly-maddening struggles to connect their body to their feelings, Dee had what they needed to get out of their own way.

They moaned, and Corey moaned, and they both moaned as Dee fucked Corey. Distantly, somewhere far away, they knew they were crying, their tears leaking down the sides of their face and into their hair, but that was something they could deal with later. Right now all that mattered was the feeling of Corey wrapped around their cock and the slick, incredible friction as they fucked him. They weren't able to last long at all before Corey clenched around them... or they clenched around Corey... it was hard to hold onto the metaphor as their, his cock twitched and spilled into them, and their body writhed underneath him with the power of his, of their mutual, utterly shattering release.

If you valued your sanity and didn't want to read that, the short version is that Anna wishes she had a penis for erotic purposes. My guess is Anna still has some trauma regarding prior abuse, and she is experiencing dissociation when she thinks of herself as being both female and sexual.