Femaric Coming Out Stories

When I came out to my parents it was because I just couldn’t sleep that night. I stood in front of my parents room pacing. I guess they heard me, because they called me in and asked what was wrong. I wanted to say “next year in English (my family is multi-cultural, and we speak Spanish and Portuguese at home, which don’t really have gender-neutral pronouns) I want to use he/they/she pronouns.” I ended up saying “Today in English class…” I realized what I was saying and stopped. My parents started asking me what happened in English class. Eventually I told them that I wanted to use she/they/he pronouns, and that I am part boy, part nonbinary, part girl, (and a little bit agender, but I didn’t say that part). Since then, I’ve come out at school because I have a very supportive school. Many of my friends are queer or allies. But from my parents I’ve received lectures about how I don’t need to know everything now, and how everyone has bit of every gender inside of them. I am still a girl to them. But I know who I am. And I am demigender and proud (and femaric). (Demigender/11/Femaric)