Many men will remember the first bit of mail they received with Mr <Surname> on it and it wasn’t for their father, but I also remember being cut to the core being referred to as the subject of “watch out for that man” as a child escaped its parent and barrelled obliviously in my direction. To them I was merely an NPC.
My thoughts were along the lines of ’ “That man”?! Me?! Well… I suppose so. But, “man”? What? No. I’m just me. ’
I mean, I’m sure as heck not a woman, nor am I non-binary, but “man” is way too strong a term. “Adult male human” doesn’t even feel right, because much of the time I’m who I was at 7 years of age, just in a shell that’s 7 times that age.
Many men will remember the first bit of mail they received with Mr <Surname> on it and it wasn’t for their father, but I also remember being cut to the core being referred to as the subject of “watch out for that man” as a child escaped its parent and barrelled obliviously in my direction. To them I was merely an NPC.
My thoughts were along the lines of ’ “That man”?! Me?! Well… I suppose so. But, “man”? What? No. I’m just me. ’
I mean, I’m sure as heck not a woman, nor am I non-binary, but “man” is way too strong a term. “Adult male human” doesn’t even feel right, because much of the time I’m who I was at 7 years of age, just in a shell that’s 7 times that age.
But er, maybe that’s just me.
That’s so real.
I can’t be a man, I’m just a guy