It was a couple months ago when school just got out for the day. I was walking towards my school bus when a little girl walked up to me. "Hello!"

I looked down at her. "Oh no, not you." I said. The last time I saw her, she was on my bus abusing me and my friend. She even called me an a-hole, and I'm pretty sure she's in the 2nd grade.

She grabbed my arm and started pushing me toward the other busses as I was trying to walk towards mine. "Why?" I asked in an exadurated tone. "What did I ever do to you, small child?"

She looks up at me as we keep walking. "Are you a boy or a girl?"

I decided to test her. "I don't know, do I look more like a girl or a boy?"

"You kind of look like both." She said.

"Well, then, I guess I'm both." I said, sort of proud of myself.

"You're a girl." She said, getting on the bus.

"Dammit." I said under my breath jokingly.

This was the first time I got asked if I was a boy or a girl. This was before I started questioning.

-12 June 2017