This was one of my favorite books as a kid. I checked it out of the library about a billion times.
If you’ve never read it, then you probably don’t know about The Story of Baby X!
1974. Thirty-three years ago. This anthology included a story. About a kid being raised without an assigned gender. As a positive thing.
I didn’t know I was genderqueer at the time, or that that was a thing, or… anything. But it had a huge influence on me. It made it very easy to imagine raising a kid by using gender-neutral pronouns, and waiting to hear a gender, and/or pronouns, from the kid themself.
And here it is.
Once upon a time a baby named X was born. It was named X so that no one could tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
Before it was born, scientists created an Official Instruction Manual that would help the families raise baby X.
Many families were interviewed to find the perfect parents for baby X. Families with grandparents named Milton or Agatha, families with aunts who wanted to knit blue shirts and pink dresses, families with other children who wanted a little brother or sister. All of these families didn’t want a baby X, they wanted a baby girl or boy.
Finally, scientists found the Jones family The Jones family wanted to raise a healthy, happy baby, no matter what kind. They wanted, most of all, to raise a baby X.
The Jones promised to take turns holding X, feeding X, and singing X to sleep.
They promised to never hire any babysitters, because babysitters might try to peek at baby X’s secret.
The day the Joneses brought home their baby, everyone asked, ”Is it a boy or a girl?” To which Mr. Jones replied proudly, ”It’s an X!”
No one knew what to say. They couldn’t say, “look at her cute dimples” or “look at his husky biceps!” And just saying “kitchy-coo” didn’t seem right either.
The neighbors were unsure, and the relatives were embarrassed. “People will think there is something wrong with it!”
And the Joneses didn’t understand this. “What could be wrong with a perfectly healthy and happy baby?” they sat and wondered.
Suddenly everything changed for the Joneses: The cousins who sent a tiny helmet did not come and visit anymore. The neighbors who sent pink, flowered dresses pulled their shades when the Joneses passed their house.
The Official Instruction Manual had warned the new parents this would happen, so they didn’t worry too much. Besides, they were having too much fun raising baby X.
Mr. & Mrs. Jones had to be very careful. Because if they kept bouncing baby X up in the air and saying how strong and active X is, they’d be treating baby X more like a boy. But, if they cuddle and kiss baby X and tell it how sweet and dainty X is, they’d be treating baby X more like a girl rather than an X.
So they consulted the Official Instruction Manual, and the scientists prescribed, “Plenty of bouncing and plenty of cuddling. X ought to be strong, sweet, and active. Forget about dainty altogether.” [Continued below the cut]
Are you comfortable to share your coming out story with us? Much love from a tiny baby bi that's peeked out the closet a couple times but hid again.
(( OOC: *chokes*
… Welllll… *sweats* Um… Okay. So, here’s the deal.
Years ago, I went through the process of figuring myself out and exploring my sexuality (which is a continual process, lemme tell you).
I had two co-workers who were both bi. They had been talking to me about it, a lot, and urging me to experiment.
Sooo… one night, at a company party… at my house… I got a little black-out drunk. This is the ONLY time I have ever gotten that drunk (please drink responsibly children, it’s not fun to get to that point. Not fun at all.) and I guess… at some point, I decided it would be a great idea to make out with my co-workers S.O.
I knew that the S.O. was bi, and I guess somewhere in my drunk brain I decided, “HEY! GREAT IDEA!”
I have no idea who initiated, pretty sure it was me… but don’t worry! They were both perfectly alright with it and it was completely consensual.
So… yeah. That happened.
The next day, I woke up with a terrible hang-over and had a bit of a panic attack as it all came flooding back to me.
I kind of sat there for a while, debating with myself as I tried to figure out how to tell my parents. I’ve always told my parents everything, and I wasn’t about to hide this, but I was terrified.
I went upstairs and pulled my mom aside, then kind of just blurted out, “I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it really fast. I made out with insert-name-here last night.”
My mom just kind of sat there for a minute, then sighed really loudly and went, “Really… insert-name-here?”
What a relief.
My mom then went downstairs to dish to my dad, and I heard my dad laughing hysterically two floors below me…
He then proceeded to tease me for the rest of the day… and that was pretty much it.
So… as far as coming out stories go… mine was pretty alright. ;) ))
Since it’s otp i got really motivated to work on them.
The upper names are the names given by Nectos, he’s really into Halloween stuff so Peek and Boo are easy for him to remember and it’s the name they get called. Tenkei’s names are bellow a bit more complicated but with great meaning behind them >:3 (
The smack of a hand on your ass
makes you jump and squeal, but before you can turn around, Jim’s body is
pressed against your back, pushing you forward until your stomach is pressed
against the counter. You laugh as his
arms come up around you, caging you in.
Your boyfriend plants a huge wet
kiss on your cheek, cutting your protest off.
One of his arms encircles your waist, and his large hand sprawls across
your stomach, probably trying to discreetly cop a feel after you slipped out of
bed this morning before he woke up.