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My Cat Doesn’t Give A F**K About My Gender
I love cats, because they just don’t care
Cedric sits across the room, his eyes blinking, his tongue, licking his chops, and his paws in a regal position, only moved by the occasional lick to wash behind his ears.
I am in distress. Worried, fidgeting, and pacing around the room. No one is there but my cats and me, so I am alone with my thoughts, but not quite.
In a split decision, because I am so anxious, I hug Cedric and then ask,
“Hey buddy, I’m nonbinary, but you still love me right?” and he purrs and rubs his face against mine. I smile for a moment and get into a sitting position on the bed. He walks over and loafs on my lap, purring louder.
I was going through a crisis, but not just any crisis, my gender crisis in 2017. I was preparing to come out as Trans Nonbinary to people I loved and was overcome with grief and anxiety for an outcome that I was only afraid would happen. But my cat, I told him and he didn’t mind, so couldn’t I tell everyone?
Believe it or not, this did actually contribute to giving me the courage to come out to others in my life. My cat, a silly little fur creature that I loved had immediately accepted me as I am! (Or indifferent as long as he was getting pets but hey, I would take anything).
