If you can be pansexual, why not be "Pan-American"?
Some of us are Americans. Some of us are Aussies, Chinese, French, Romanian, or Canadian. But there are some out there that I call Pan-American. These are people with a cultural identity crisis: they weren't born in a specific country, they don't live or work in a specific country, and they don't have allegance to a specific country. They are nomads of sorts, migrating from Canada to Argentina to Cuba to Honduras to the United States to Brazil and all other countries in the Americas, all in a matter of hours. A golf game to them has the first tee in Venezuela, the 5th fairway in Newfoundland, the 11th tee in Mexico, 18th green in Alberta, and the clubhouse in Haiti. Their linguistic skills are incredible; they fluently speak English, French, Spanish, and dozens of Aboriginal dialects from Inuit to Mayan. One second they'll be working on a barge on the Panama Canal; another second they'll be flipping burgers at McDonalds in Toronto; another second they'll be roasting coffee beans in Brazil.
And why not stop there? A person can be pan-coloured too, like a zebra. Or, they can be pan-gendered, exhibting not only male and female characteristics, but all the genders of the world that exist in some animal species.
How about being in a pan-relationship, where all girls are your girlfriend? Or watch a pan-television, where you can watch all the channels of the world simultaneously.
Alrighty, time to go back to my political science paper!