So I’ve decided to ask people to recognize my “identity” by my chosen adjectives. Pronouns are so limiting, don’t you think? And still “binary-ish” (as if recognizing binary categories is a bad thing–but never mind). One doesn’t have to declare oneself by the third person pronoun if one can simply declare one’s adjectives. So when you refer to me in the third person (never mind that I likely won’t be there), please refer to me as Sunny/crumpled/bluesy. I’ll leave it to you to work out which of those adjectives refer to the possessive (if you get it wrong, though, you’ll be in BIG trouble.)
I think we should all refer to ourselves by our chosen adjectives. If you’re confused about someone’s adjectives, just ask. Then we also won’t have to worry about messy things like bathrooms. Everyone can just go outside to take care of that, because if you built bathrooms for every ‘adjective identity’, there would be no place for apartment buildings or parking or restaurants. So freeing, no?
If people refused to use your preferred adjective, that would be bad. If, for example, you stated that you’re very sunny today, and someone referred to you as grumpy or sneezy or dopey — they’d be living in a fairy tale and would not be acknowledging your true identity. And probably be denying the existence of all the people identifying as sunny that day. Then again, adjectives are brilliant that way, because anyone can identify as another one another day. Or another moment.
And there are SO MANY adjectives from which to choose. You don’t have to fuss about solidarity, or unity, or joining a movement if you develop a different identity every day. Like dandelion fluff. The pronoun thing has become boring. All this denial of biology and erasure of women, it’s done, it’s accomplished. There are relatively few pronouns, too. She, he, they, it. Let’s all identify as adjectives and become moving targets. Stealthy — that’s a good adjective…
I might give this some more thought. Or maybe not.