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How do you identify as an aspie woman? No men please!
Mostly female 18%  18%  [ 11 ]
Mostly male 13%  13%  [ 8 ]
Slightly more female than male 15%  15%  [ 9 ]
Slightly more male than female 23%  23%  [ 14 ]
Even split 18%  18%  [ 11 ]
Trans (F2M) 2%  2%  [ 1 ]
Unsure 13%  13%  [ 8 ]
Total votes : 62

AnaHitori
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19 May 2016, 4:30 pm

Kuraudo777 wrote:
I am a girl, yet inside I just seem like me. :)
^I totally agree with you on that, AnaHitori [I like your username, by the way.] 8)


Thanks, I like yours too! Is it 'cloud'? Or 'crowd'? Or neither?

I had a hard time with my username because everything I entered was already taken. ^.^'


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19 May 2016, 4:32 pm

^In Japanese, it's 'Koo-row-do' [sometimes the o on the end is slightly silent, and sometimes the oo part sounds like an L]. In English it's Cloud. I actually had to choose Kuraudo instead of Cloud for that reason! :) Then again, I like the FVII movie in Japanese best, so it worked out!


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19 May 2016, 4:50 pm

I was having this conversation with a friend last year and I said that I just feel like me. I'm not really bothered about being either male or female. Her response surprised me. She totally couldn't understand. she said, "well, I certainly don't feel male."

And I can't quite get my head around that. Why would "feeling male" feel any different to just feeling how you feel doing what you're doing.

I do feel lucky that it's socially acceptable for me to wear skirts and sandals on hot days to work. I think I'd have a lot of sensory issues if I had to live in men's clothing in the summer. Men can't wear sarongs or shorts in the office in The UK and I think that's nuts. Why do NTs favour looks over comfort?. Don't even get me started on ties. Why should men wear ties to work on hot days and I can wear an open necked smart top? It's crazy.



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28 May 2016, 3:53 am

I said unsure, because I'm not sure if I'm a demi girl or fully agender. I'm dfab though. I don't really consider my interests gendered at all, or how I present myself physically.


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