During my "production-phase" I imagine the Universe going back and forth on whether I should be a man or a woman. It kept changing its mind again and again, over nine months, until it was time and then the Universe gave up and said to itself: "You know what? Why not let them decide – on a 'case-by-case-basis', to say? And when they don't decide, let them be neither..." And so I was born, on a cold winter morning, on a Thursday at around 9ish in the morning*. And lo and behold, some idiot saw what was between my legs and decided for me, because that idiot was deaf to the Universe's voice. Thank you, you beautiful Universe 😍😘🥹 #NonBinary #GenderFluid #Enby *: no, it is NOT my birthday; my biological mother remembered it was in the morning and that it was snowing outside. She also remembered that it was a Thursday. But she neither could remember the month nor year, so we had to do some calculations and came up with a probable date, taking into account that my biological father was a Guest Worker in Germany during those times and my mother was in Turkey, so we had to calculate and so on and so on...