I loved my sister’s emo phase. She was a true 2010 Hot Topic warrior. Despite what all of my middle school friends would say, I don’t think I ever personally had an emo phase but the early alternative influence was definitely clear. She dyed her hair green at 15 so I dyed my hair pink at 12. She went to Warped tour and had the time of her life, so I tagged along the next (and somewhat last- rip national warped tour) year. I listened to Panic!, and Get Scared, and Motionless in White because she swore they were the best music had to offer. Reading the “What Growing Up Punk Taught Me About Being Gender Nonconforming” reframed how I think about that time though. In the alternative scene, there is such a strong emphasis placed on expression. Whether you were pastel goth, scene kid, or tumblr alt, there were hundreds of different labels you could use to encompass the community you belonged to and the idea you wanted to portray yourself as in society. I think gender builds on the same idea. 

Coming out as queer felt so much more straightforward than being non-binary. I knew what a crush was supposed to feel like, and I knew I had them towards girls. In a way, it wasn’t personal, it was just something that I was, in the same way I’m hispanic, I really didn’t have much say in the matter. 

To me, being non-binary is much more intentional. Not in the sense that it’s a choice, but because I had to come to terms with whether or not I wanted to take it on, allow it to influence my life. Clarifying pronouns, speaking up when tasked to choose between the two binaries, speculating a name change- it’s a constant effort, not a one and done like “I’m gay” felt. 

But I’m thankful I was given the space to explore it, that I never felt trapped between hyperfem and machismo masc. Growing up, all my favorite artists wore makeup, and annoyingly skinny jeans, and cut up to shirts, regardless of gender, there was so much grey area it never really occurred to me that the way I felt towards expression could be from not being cis, I just assumed that was the alternative mindset, which in so many ways it still is.

I hope to continue exploring. I hope to continue to accept myself though every transition with the same empathy I would exert a stranger. The author of the piece confessed they let fear rule them as they got older, I’ve been privileged enough not to experience such discrimination yet but I know it’ll likely catch up with me soon. I hope I make it anyways.