*bursts out of a closet* I HEARD THERE WAS A THING.

 Today is National Coming Out Day.

Most of you who know me know the drill already—I am pansexual, yes.

You may not know I am genderfluid and genderqueer and don't always identify with what my meatsuit is shaped like. And I've been increasingly uncomfortable with one thing.

ANY FISHEYE COMPARISONS WILL BE SUBJECTED TO THE MOST MERCILESS PUNNING I CAN MANAGE AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE.

While on most days I'm firmly centre-of-ID, on days when I'm further from that girl-sense, I can't bear hearing myself called one. So, let's formally put it out there:

My pronouns are ze/zir/zir/zirs/zirself.

I got no problem with dudes or bros or gurls (SOMEHOW the language's rendered these effectively neutral, especially 'dude'), but there's the facts.

That's all.

EDIT: Hey, Dreamwidth Rich Text Editor, dafaq? 
SON OF EDIT: I give. This is just gonna be nigh unreadable here, ain't it?
SON OF SON OF EDIT: In an amazing twist of fate, it works just fine over on Livejournal (for your peeps confused over there, the entry began life elsewhere), who seems to have gotten its coding schtick together lately. It even doesn't hurt my eyes. I give up. DW PEEPS, HIGHLIGHT TO READ IF IT'S TOO DARK. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY THE EDITS ARE FINE, AND EVERYTHING ELSE ISN'T. O___o