Personal Narrative: Remain The Same Gender

Diversity can create many challenges when studying with people different from myself, indeed. Everyone is unique, and a certain degree of diversity will exist in every interaction that I have; however, the degree of the diversity and impact it has on creating challenges is dependent on the biases, along with other factors that exist. Moreover, biases and how I weigh my differences will determine the magnitude of the challenges. Some of the differences might be race, religion, physical ability, experience, age, ethnicity, and gender, along with much more. Additionally, diversity can have positive and negative effects while studying in a diverse environment. At any rate, I can overcome the challenges of diversity, but must understand

I am not a repressed housewife. I am not a sweet dormouse that fears making waves. I am a millennial, and I am loud. I am a person who believes in America, and its policy of justice for all. Feminism is a huge aspect of our society. It's hard to scroll through social media without seeing a post about infringement on women's rights. I've never considered myself to be a feminist, and I still don't. However, one incident changed the way that I looked at the world, and how safe I felt within it. This incident showed me who I want to be in the world. My mom and I had just stopped at a Hardee's not too far from my small hometown. We were returning from a college tour downstate, and were starving by the time we reached Manistique. We could smell

For the most part when people think coming out, they think of an all at once announcement telling the whole world that you're gay, then, having a lot of long emotional talks with your family. They think of it as everything changing. For the most part, that's from the eyes of people who will never really have to come out as anything. As for myself, coming out was none of those things and nothing seemed to have really changed at all. For me it was something that took a lot of learning, but in the end it was well worth it.

I was born and raised in the small but growing city of Perris, CA. This isn’t the best city out there but it tends to grow on you, and you begin to truly love it for what it is. The people, however, not so much. The community can vary from which part of the city you’re in. That’s because there’s diversity here in Perris. I’m a product of this diversity, being half Mexican and half African American. My parents fell in love after high school and later on began a family. I am the youngest of five. I have two older brothers, an older sister, and an older cousin who lives with us. The order is boy, girl, boy, boy, girl with my cousin being included in there too. We all live in the same house with my parents and are quite close with each other. They all seem to have raised me growing up due to the fact that my parents were busy trying to provide for us. This was a challenge by itself, resulting in lots of house moving and my father being unemployed for six years after losing his job. I never complained about moving because I knew that my parents were doing their absolute best and were working with all that they had and then some. This unquestionably made me adaptable to new environments and gave me a

Matthew is my best friend, my fiancé, my partner in crime, my rock, my guide. Everything anyone could ever ask for in a significant other. I consider myself the luckiest person in the world to have him.

This is for all of my homegirls that have decided to explore outside of what they’re accustomed to. The girls that, despite understanding the fluidity of sexuality, are still freaked out by how this one guy seems to have caught your attention beyond a “friend” level.

I lived far away from my hometown. At beginning, I concealed my sexual identity. I was living at bottom of society and struggle for survive. I had done a lot of odd jobs. I met some friends at work. In my naivety, I thought I would be accepted by friend as a homosexual. I told one of the co-workers who I believed he was my friend about my being a gay. Somehow all others knew my sexuality. Some co-workers force me to get drunk, then they sexual assaulted me. Every time I tried to protect myself by law, they would tell the police that I had mental disease and they asked policemen take me to the mental hospital. These happened several times, each time I was hurt and was fired. At the end it was miserable, nobody would

I went to pee just now. Finally moved from where I think she lied last. In this bed. There was point in time when babe couldn't’ get me out of bed unless she had left it. Two Twin XL beds pushed together with my grandma’s queen-sized quilt spread on top them. It’s dainty flowers and embroidered pretty underneath us. Body pillows and the decorative ones all displayed around us. The cover is somewhere between us, as if we started a tug-of-war around midnight but settled for each other as prizes. The throw blanket covering from the ankles down and draping over the highly lofted pegs of the standard dorm bed. She asked me a couple of times to move off campus. She hated how high I kept the floor from the ground. “Let’s have a read bed with headboard.” I said no. I couldn’t afford it. I never told her that i had been cut off from them the moment she went from the gay friend to “your lesbian lover who you are relations with.” I don’t call them family. Anywhere is home as long as you’re naked in my bed. That’s what I told her and she never brought it up again. We are both anemic” she

I believe that people should identify themselves as whatever gender they want. My reasons are both political and science based.

I am currently in the “Single Young Adults: Leaving Home” stage and I would say that I am at the very beginning of this stage. I am still living with my family and thinking about leaving home soon. I know that this will be an issue in my family because I have brought the topic up before and they did not take it well. The textbook explained the tensions that can come up with a person being an individual and being in the overall family system as a young adult (Gladding, 2015). I can relate to this idea and can see how guilty can become a big part of this in many families, such as my own. I currently help my parents pay the bills so I do not want to leave them in a position where they are struggling, but at the same time I know that they can survive without me. Also, I want to find my “own way” in life and my own identity as a single young adult female. The book mentioned this part of life

What I think it means to be someone of my gender is always doing what is expected of a girl. Always being polite and caring when necessary, but also standing up for yourself and never cowering down. As for what I think it means to be someone my age, which is 20 years old, I think it means finally starting your life. Obviously your life has already been started but once you're 18 you start to get a little bit more of a taste of what you're going to have to deal with as an adult and I think that getting up to 20 years takes it even further. By 20 years old you've most likely started college, working a new job, or maybe even both. Attending an ethnically and racially diverse school, being white or any other race or ethnicity was never a problem.

In my home life growing up, I didn’t learn much about sex or gender outside of the standard binary functions perpetuated by my cultural/ethnic background. It wasn’t until I took sexual education classes in school that I learned what sex was in terms of a more negative view of it (i.e. sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies, etc.). And really learning about gender, as in gender as a spectrum of identity rather than predetermined by biological characteristics, was another matter entirely. I didn’t learn about gender from either my family nor my school, it was through social media that I was taught the spectrum of gender and sexual identities. About five years ago when I first moved to Washington from Denver, I was starting my senior year of high school while also attending college courses through Running Start; because of this I didn’t really have any friends for the first few years I lived in the pacific northwest.

When I was as young as two years old I had my first memory, It was of me and my sister trying to walk, but our oldest sister would always come over to trample us in her attempt to get to the play kitchen first. Ever since this young age, I have memories that all include the same person, my twin, Heidi. We were inseparable at this young age, being able to have somebody to play with whenever you wanted to, but like any other siblings we would fight. We were always told that it would be “so much” fun and “so awesome” to have a twin, every single time somebody told us this we would always respond by saying that we wished we were seen as two different individuals, rather than just being known as ‘the twins’.

I believe in equality. No matter what race or what someone believes in we are all equally the same. Just because someone of one race commits a bad act does not mean everyone of that race is a bad person.

Many argue that a person’s sex and gender can be changed or up to that person. Times have changed where people can now change body parts and look almost exactly like the opposite sex. The thing is, gender and sex are not the same thing but both have different meanings which has also changed throughout the years. I will be refuted on why sex cannot be change but gender can.