My Gender is a Chainsaw

By Jef Rouner

Gender is a construct. You know, like those killer robots in Chopping Mall. And just like them, it has sharp edges.

It took me forty years to figure out what gender I was, and frankly the question is still far from answered. I recently settled simply on “not cis,” and when people ask me my pronouns I answer “he/him will do.” It’s not me being a melodramatic pain in the ass… well, not JUST that. The mystery and ambiguity of that label brings me back to the gender heroes of my adolescence: …