#what's a gender identity

[sternenschaukler]

What is Cassgender?

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What does 'cassgender' mean?

Cassgender is a label for people who feel their gender is unimportant or irrelevant to their life. This can include feeling like you have some sort of gender, but it is not something big or important to you. For example you recognize that you're somewhat non-binary/ agender/ demigender/ cis/ trans.. but you don't find it important enough to really "identify" yourself through this.

Cass experiences may include:

- not really identifying as any gender/ not having a strong genderidentity

- feeling like your gender is an irrelevant part of your identity

- Feeling disconnected from other people of your gender, because they put a lot of importance in their genderidentity. (For example they feel very strongly about being male/ female/ agender and not something else)

- feelings of total apathy/ indifference towards gender

- just not caring about gender altogether./ The very concept of gender is unimportant or seems pointless to you.

Some Microlabels under the cassgender umbrella:

Cassflux: The apathy/ indifference towards gender fluctuates.

Cassfluid: Someone who feels indifferent towards their gender, but also knows that their gender is fluid in some way

Demicass: people who partially identify as cassgender but partially also put imortance to being another gender as well

Where does the name "cassgender" come from?

The term "cassgender" combines the Latin prefix "cass-" with "gender."

Latin cass- (cassus/ casso...):

- empty, hollow, devoid of something

- to annul, reject

- useless, fruitless

- to lack

What do the colours of the flag stand for?

- Beige/ tan and slate/ grey both represent apathy towards gender.

- Black for the absence of genderidentity. (This can mean you are genderless (or semi-genderless), not defining yourself through gender, feeling a disconnect from gendered labels and so on. )

- Green for the non-binary spectrum (Alluding to the green in the agender flag. This stripe is also there to include cass people wo still have a gender alongside those who are completely genderless/ unlabeled.)

How does cassgender differ from agender?

While both cassgender and agender involve a lack of connection to traditional gender identities, agender people identify as having no gender at all. In contrast, cassgender individuals may have any gender, or be genderless, but consider this unimportant or irrelevant to their personal identity. (Although cassflux people might fluctuate with how apathetic they are.) Agender people can, and often do, still care about not having a gender.

Do you have to be non binary to be Cassgender?

No, you don't have to identity as non-binary to be cassgender. "Cassgender" is defined by a sense of apathy or indifference towards one's own gender. This identity can be held by people of any gender, whether they are binary (male or female) or non-binary.

How does Cassgender differ from post-modern genders (Pomogender), gender abolitism, gender-fuck/ genderpunk, or similar terms?

- Pomogender people strongly care about not identifying with any existing genders and feel beyond or past gender. Cass people do not particularly care about one's lack of genderidentity.

- Cassgender also says nothing about wanting to get rid of gender as a concept entirely, like gender abolitism does.

- Genderfuck is a culture that has nothing to do with one's actual gender. It's a punk movement that's about actively opposing gendernormativity, resisting gender norms and the like. It's possible to be cass and do genderfuckery at the same time, but the two are not related.

What pronouns should I use?

Cassgender people can use whatever pronouns they like. Pronouns and presentation are not equal to gender. It is possible to have preferred pronouns, or use multiple sets of pronouns, or just accept any pronouns other people use for you.

How is cassgender related to gender dysphoria?

Cassgender individuals may or may not experience gender dysphoria. The key aspect of cassgender is the perceived irrelevance of gender, which can be independent of feelings of dysphoria or comfort with one's body

Cassgender experiences:

(...can, but don't necessarily have to, include: )

some of those points don't really have anything to do with cassgender at all, but are often asked like: "Can I be X and also cass?"

Relatable story by Vilhart: https://youtu.be/hmKix-75dsg?si=F7QJuO-zpjoBt_k2

- Feelings of total apathy/ indifference towards your gender

- Feeling like your gender is an irrelevant part of your identity

- Just not caring about your gender altogether

- You place no value on your gender

- Being (partially-) genderless or agender

- You don't define yourself through gender

- Thinking: because of my AGAB or presentation, people see me as a girl/ boy, so I may as well just be that

- you say you're cis simply because it's safe, easy and comfortable

- "What's your gender/ pronouns?" "Meh, whatever."

- You don't understand gender or why gender and the right pronouns are so important to people

- You are understanding and supportive of other people's gender identity, but you just don't get it

- You don't instinctively know your gender

- You feel like it would be better to redefine gender and gender roles in culture

- You do not care what pronouns people use for you

- You do have a pronoun preference

- When describing yourself as a person, words like man or woman are not an important point on the list

- You can't find a good answer to: "I am X gender because..." that does not involve your body, appearance, or stereotypes

- You can relate to a gender to some degree, (e.g. cis, non-binary, trans, agender, demigenders), but don't find it important enough to need it acknowledged, or to want to socially or medically transition be seen as this gender etc.

- You're feeling a disconnect from gendered labels

- You're feeling like an impostor, or like you're not telling the whole truth when you're in men-only/ women-only groups

- You have looked up a lot of different genders, but find it difficult to fully relate to people in the communities, because they often feel very strongly about being this gender

- You feel exhausted if you have to conform to gender norms

- Feeling exhausted with gender in general

- You feel neither gender euphoria nor dysphoria

- You have gender/ body dysphoria

- If you suddenly woke up as the opposite sex, it would be a change, but ultimately it wouldn't really bother you

- You're cassgender because you want to be free from having to care and think any more about your gender

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[lesbiantism]

Ya know what shout out to butches who wrestle with our butchness because we don’t fit the mold in some way. Butches who aren’t physically strong or naturally caretaking because of physical disability, who need to be cared for, who can’t hold open the door for a femme. Butches with long hair, butches with big hair, butches who express their culture via their hair. Butches who’s masculinity is shaped by their culture, who’s masculinity doesn’t fit the white eurocentric mold. Fat butches, butches with curves viewed as feminine, butches who don’t have skinny, boyish builds. Butches who don’t want to be sexualized, butches on the ace spectrum. Butches who don’t have traditionally masculine interests or mannerisms or whatever. Effeminate butches. Butches who take inspo from gay men. Butches who like the occasional dress or skirt. TRANSFEM BUTCHES!!!!! And any other butches who don’t fit a certain mold!! All butches are good butches and we are all valid.

[meshaamem-li]

"we need weirder queer identities" y'all can't even handle queer mascs

[justdavina]

Such a pretty face. This sweet transgender M2F She's almost 10 months on HRT. I wish I knew more about her.

[abrillustrated]

thinking about mizu from blue eye samurai. thinking. thinking so much. thinking about how mizu operates outside of gender. like we joke about her gender being revenge but straight up? it literally is. like she grew up as a boy and is most comfortable being a man, but behind that is the feeling of betraying himself because he isn't being honest about who he is and he lives in fear of being discovered. and when he lived as a woman, she found joy there as well. she fell in love, and though she wasn't good at it, she liked being a wife and enjoying a simple life. but in that life too, she isn't being honest about who she is. and when she reveals her true self, it's not a woman, she's a demon, a weapon. she's to masculine to be a woman, and too feminine to be a man. ultimately, mizu is most comfortable when they are being a murder machine. that's when they feel they are being the most true to themself. like a sword, they are neither man nor woman, but a blend of both, which makes them stronger.

[lesbianjackies]

hold my hand and say it with me: jackie taylor is not a femme

[knifearo]

ultimately when it comes to shipping and fandom space treatment of aspec characters i just don't accept "aro/ace people can still date/have sex" as an answer from nonaspecs. like yeah. mhm. okay. now i think we both know that you're not saying that out of real interest in the diversity of aspec experiences. so you can turn in your seventeen-page essay on why and how you plan to examine this character's aspec identity within the context of a romantic or sexual relationship complete with evidence from canon and peer reviews from multiple aspec people within the next week or i'm putting you in the pit from the edgar allen poe story

[bossymarmalade]

When I was 19 in the mid-90s the internet was not a readily available thing to explore your curiosities about sex, so I used to phone up a sex line and make an account, leave a message in a boy voice, and see what kinds of propositions older men would leave in my mailbox. Your aunties did their gender identity research in their own ways

[arcanewebs]

personal take on fem tsukasa

[quadrantadvisor]

Pairing Off, in which the Waynes meet the Fentons, just not all at once. 2,443 words

-

Damian feels less than positively about the new girl in his grade.

Danielle Fenton has already garnered a bit of a reputation. Her uniform is clearly second hand, and rumors abound about whether she has joined them at Gotham Academy on a merit scholarship or as “one of Wayne's charity cases.” Neither is true; Father has offered no fiscal support to the Fentons, and yet both she and her older brother attend the Academy, leading Damian to believe they've somehow paid their own way.

Her lower class status and midwestern accent ought to make Fenton a target, but her response to being cornered or talked down to by other students was an unsettling combination of cheerful and aggressive. She is now mostly left to her own devices, despite her notoriety. 

Damian has no interest in the girl. While it is true that she excels in both mathematics and social studies, her performance in English and science are unremarkable, and she poses no challenge to his rank at the top of the class. If he finds himself pushing harder in certain classes this semester in order to maintain the edge, it's no one else's business.

Now if only she would leave him alone.

Damian preemptively slams his sketchbook shut, just as a brash, inconsiderate, annoying girl hops up to sit on his desk. “Hey Dami, what're you drawing?”

“It is none of your business,” Damian seethes. “Remove yourself from my personal space before I-” he isn't allowed to threaten classmates with bodily harm, imply that he has brought weapons to school, or use words that are derogatory to women “-do so myself. By force.” He would avoid her altogether if he could, but Fenton is annoyingly (suspiciously) sneaky. He can only ever seem to sense her when she's just about on top of him.

Fenton merely laughs, high, bright, and joyful, and Damian grits his teeth. “Did you draw me yet?” she asks, and doesn't move an inch.

“No, I have not drawn you. I never said I would, and I have no plans to. Stop asking me.”

She shrugs and kicks her feet. “Maybe you'll change your mind. Can I see what you're working on?”

Damian pulls the sketchbook a tad bit closer to himself (a protective reflex that shows his weakness, he should be better than that by now.) “Never, imbecile.”

Fenton sticks her tongue out at him like a child. “Mean,” she says, still smiling. “I wanna see your art. It's so good!”

Damian tilts his nose up at her. “Of course it is, plebeian, I have standards-” he starts, but is cut off by the teacher entering. Fenton slides off his desk and heads to her own seat. Damian stows his sketchbook in his bag and tries not to think of the unfinished work inside, featuring a girl with dark hair, light eyes, and a mischievous grin.

-

There's this brownstone on the outskirts of Crime Alley, an old townhouse recently converted into commercial space. There's a coffee shop on street level, a tattoo parlor down the stairs, some sorta wine emporium on the second floor, and on the third, a little second hand bookshop

It's outside the border of Jason's territory, but he feels sorta responsible for it, given that he frequents the place.

It's a little out of his way, but the atmosphere is nice, alright? Clean, with soft lighting, but not sterile or corporate like the bigger places downtown. The owners are an older couple who Jason has met a couple of times, and they seem pretty happy with the new location. They're collectors, really, who run the shop to make ends meet.

Mostly, Jason talks to their employee. Jazz.

Jazz works in the afternoons and evenings, after her classes. She goes to Gotham U, double majoring in pre-med and psych, on top of a full time job, because she's almost as insane as a bat. She assures Jason that she does alright, gets a little downtime to study on her shifts.

She always makes time to talk to Jason.

Jazz is an interesting person to talk books with. She cares less about plot and literary themes, and more about diagnosing every character with their own personal malady of the mind. She dissects their thought processes and behaviors, ruthless in her analysis.

She's gonna be a brain surgeon someday, open people up and see what really makes them tick. Jason doesn't doubt it for a second.

So maybe Jason is a little bit in love with her.

It's not a big deal. Obviously it's not going anywhere. It's just nice to have something normal, to talk to someone normal, about normal stuff like books and college and sibling antics.

Jazz's stories about her sibling, Danny, rival Jason's own, and his family is fucking disastrous. Jason isn't actually sure if Dan is older or younger than Jazz is, or, for that matter, what pronouns he should use for them, since Jazz mixes it up pretty regularly. He knows that Jazz absolutely adores them, though, and it's heartwarming, the way she smiles as she talks.

All of that to explain why Red Hood is keeping an eye on a brownstone that technically falls outside of his territory.

There's a girl inside that he needs to keep safe.

-

“Hey bud, late night?” Dick asks the man lying prone in an alley, a block away from the Iceberg Lounge.

The response is slurred with sleep and muffled by a cheek pressed hard into asphalt. “S'at you, Dick?”

“Sure is. We've got to stop meeting like this,” Dick tells him, and means it.

The guy's name is Dan. No last name offered, which was fair, since Dick hasn't mentioned his.

What was weird was that Dan didn't give Penguin his last name, either, when he signed his employment contract. Just Dan.

Penguin has been trying to expand his influence into Bludhaven, and Dick's been trying to figure out why. Cobblepot is a very Gotham sort of gangster, all wrapped up in the city's ideas of style and respectability; Dick honestly would've thought that Blud was beneath him. He needs to figure out who he's contacting and what they're offering him, and he needs to do it before Penguin can get a foothold on his turf.

Running into Dan was a side effect. Dick didn't mean to keep doing it. It's just that Dan has this weird habit of completely disregarding trivial concerns such as his own health and safety, and doing weird shit like, as a random example, getting tired, laying down, and passing out. In the middle of the street. In Gotham.

The main part of Dan's job seems to be bouncing at the club. It makes sense—if you wanted to hire a guy as muscle, you couldn't do much better than Dan. He's at least 6 and a half feet tall, with a chest wider than Jason's. 

But Dick has also seen Dan traveling with Penguin before. Add in the fact that it's almost impossible to dig up info on him, and that tailing him is somehow even harder, and a picture starts to come together. A very vague, very suspicious picture.

It's too bad that Dick sort of likes him, and that he's incredibly hot.

Dan has removed his face from the alley floor, and is in the process of pushing himself up. “Not your business, man,” he retorts. “What are you, a cop?”

Dick can't help a wry chuckle at that. “Not anymore.”

“No shit?” Dan asks, hauling himself to his feet. He towers over Dick like that, but it's hard to be intimidated by a man whose cheek is red and pockmarked by little bits of gravel. Dick is legitimately embarrassed that he finds it charming. He needs to get better taste in men. “Yeah, no, that makes sense,” Dan continues, looking Dick up and down. “No way they could keep your ass on the force.”

“Oh yeah?” Dick asks.

Dan snorts. “I can smell the idealism on you from here.” He starts walking, heading straight past Dick, who falls into step beside him. “You remind me of this kid I know.”

Dick gives an interested hum, hoping that if he doesn't interrupt, Dan will elaborate, but no dice.

“So, where're you taking me this time?” the big man asks, still leading, and Dick stifles a grin at how silly the whole thing is.

“Maybe if I take you out for coffee, you won't faceplant onto any more concrete,” he says, reaching up to brush off some of the little rocks. Dan stutters to a stop as Dick touches his cheek, letting him, then strides off again as soon as he's done.

“Don't care, as long as you're paying.”

Dick stops him with a tug to his arm. “Coffee shop's this way,” he explains, pointing, and Dan doesn't hesitate, pivoting to take the lead once again. Dick rushes to keep up with his not-date, a criminal who he literally picked up off the street and who has no idea where he's going. He can't see his own smile, but he knows from experience that it is both delighted and a little manic. He admits to himself, begrudgingly, that he likes his men with something wrong with them.

-

The biggest reason that Tim played so much Doomed with Ghost_Boy, a couple of years ago, was that they were the only player he knew who kept hours as weird as his were. There were worse reasons to form a friendship. Ghost_Boy was a great player, and was always funny in chat. They were upbeat when things went well, and they were sarcastic but not bitter when things went poorly. Playing for the game's sake eventually changed to booting up the game to hang out with Ghost_Boy. They talked about how different their lives were, with Ghost_Boy in the midwest and Tim in the crime capital of America, and they talked about the things they had in common, like falling asleep in class. It was Tim's favorite form of stress relief, back then, when being Robin was new and overwhelming.

Then Tim got busy. No, that wasn't true—Tim had always been busy. More like, Tim's life fell to shambles, over and over again, and he stopped making time for stress relief when the very concept seemed out of his reach.

That was over dramatic. Tim fell off the game, and didn't keep in contact with his friend. That's all there was to it.

That was all there was to it, until a few nights ago, when he booted up his old Doomed file for nostalgia's sake and found a message from Ghost_Boy, sent a couple months back, that said he was planning to move to Gotham and, if Tim wanted, he'd be happy to meet up.

Tim immediately replied in the affirmative, and then he freaked out that he'd done that and started cyber stalking the guy. He couldn’t be bothered to pretend to be embarrassed by this behavior. He knew who he was.

Daniel Fenton was, in fact, a real teenager from a real midwestern town (Amity Park, Illinois.) He had moved to Gotham right when his message said he would, and lived with his older sister, Jasmine (who had custody over him,) and his younger sister, Danielle.

And that was where Tim was planning to stop his research, for the sake of his friend's privacy. Once he confirmed that he wasn't being catfished by either a supervillain or a run-of-the-mill creep, he was going to stop looking.

But Danielle Fenton's situation was incredibly weird.

Apparently, she had never lived with Daniel, Jasmine, and their parents before. Instead, after she was born, she'd been adopted by the kids’ godfather, eccentric billionaire Vlad Masters, and he was still her legal guardian. It was only after the Doctors Jack and Madeline died that she moved in with her siblings and started attending Gotham Academy, states away from her adoptive parent.

Vlad Masters was a man of eclectic tastes. The stories about him in the news were always covering some weird investment he had made, like purchasing a cheese castle in Wisconsin, or buying up property in Green Bay just to have a stake in the Packers, or pouring money into experimental forms of alternative energy. He was always refined in his public appearances, but he had the desperate edge of new money wanting to fit in with the old. Tim knew of him, but had never given him much thought before. He'd never made a move into Gotham, after all.

But the whole story was bizarre. Masters had gone to college with the Fentons, the three of them creating their own field of study in “Ectology,” before Masters had been contaminated in a lab accident, bedridden and unable to finish his degree. Jack and Maddie had continued their research, garnering just enough interest in their work to receive the funding needed to keep afloat, until some sort of breakthrough a few years ago added validity to their theories. They were practically celebrities in the niche forums Tim skimmed through. Masters, meanwhile, stopped working directly in the sciences and instead turned to networking, gaining some generous help from the friends he made and playing the stock market like a fiddle, until he was one of the most well known and lucrative investors in the world. He owned a few companies publicly, and managed some others under the table (Tim had to snort at the ridiculous naming of Dalv Co.) 

And then the Fentons had kids, and they raised two of them (seemingly quite happily, if the photos on their memorialized facebook accounts meant anything.) And then, for some reason, they named the third one nearly identically to their second child and gave her straight to Vlad. Masters raised the girl in Wisconsin, until suddenly relocating to Amity Park and becoming the town's mayor. There he stayed, until the Fenton's recent passing in a lab accident of their own.

Tim doesn't know what it all adds up to. But there was something going on, with both Vlad Masters and the Fentons, and if there's something nefarious in Masters’ actions or his wealth, it could be entirely possible that Daniel was a plant—a way for him to get an in with the Waynes. Tim has to be cautious, and he has to get to the bottom of this.

That's why Tim is waiting in a coffee shop, pretending to be engrossed in his laptop while keeping an eye on the door, waiting for the appearance of a teen with black hair and blue eyes.

Tim idly thinks that Bruce had better not adopt this one.

[fangthroat]

say it with me kids. just cause i experience nonhumanism, alterhumanity, otherkin feelings, physical and non physical therian feelings, gender identity a certain way doesn’t mean someone else does. my experiences do not define the labels others use to define themselves. i can freely and happily explore my identity whatever that entails no matter how many times it changes. it is okay if i explore something and it turns out it isn’t for me. gender sexuality and species identities cannot be limited by rules and boxes. no you are not faking it if you truly and deeply feel a certain way. i don’t have to seek validation from others to confirm my feelings and my experiences. i don’t have to be like everyone else to feel validated.

[problemnyatic]

When you knowingly misgender anyone for any reason no matter what you concede that someone's gender is up for debate and not actually theirs to decide, thus justifying misgendering all trans people forever. Use faer neopronouns or die by my blade.

[geisterzeit-art]

I CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS NO MORE, FILLING A LIFETIME WITH REMORSE

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[cosmicredcadet]

A character looks straight into the camera and says "I'm not interested in romance" and people will still say "No, it's not confirmed they're aromantic!!!" "They could change their mind!!!" "it's a challenge for them to overcome!!!" "They'll have character development that makes them fall in love"

It's like they are given the most blatant answer to a character romantic orientation and they actively ignore it. all the while all it takes is subtext for people to speak as if it is fact for a character to be any other sexuality.