My twelve year old self would have told you this with a straight face. Or something involving ritual magick and “the divine androgyne”. Then five minutes later insisted to you that she’s a cis girl and all her issues with gender are just sexual orientation problems and “but when you’re doing certain mysticism and occult practices on your own you have to play two gender roles”.

It was a horrible mess that wasted years of my life with ridiculous cringey phases I have nothing to show for. But hey, at least I probably have one of the most insane “how I hid my fluidity from myself as a kid” stories out there!