Genderlazy. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

I coined this term many many years ago to describe myself. As I just don’t care what you call me. Call me a girl, call me a boy, just don’t call me late for dinner.

See, being male, I never understood how being called a girl is an insult. How does that work, exactly? Do girls say to each other “You’re being a GIRL.” Do boys say to each other “You’re being such a BOY.”

And then there is the insult, “Don’t be a pussy.” Which I have never used, because I don’t get it. Heck, I was never good at schoolyard insults. But this style of language doesn’t make sense to me. What’s wrong with being a vulva or vagina? So beautiful, nice smelling, enduring through menstruation, multiple orgasms for some, aerodynamic, cute selection of panties.... I should let Betty White take over.

(Okay. I literally got this image off snopes, which says this quote was never uttered by her. Still, long live Betty White.)

And then there’s “You’re such a dick.”

A dick. You mean a penis? An innocent organ that relaxes most of the time? And then can rise to the occasion to be strong and powerful? Phallic statues are all over almost all societies. We all like to be a dick in some way at some point.

These insults don’t make sense. They don’t make dollars, either.

You can call me a dick, you can call me a pussy, I’ll take it as a compliment. Just don’t call me late for dinner.