Découverte de la non-binarité : le témoignage de Cami

Even if you don't understand

You can still
support and standy by us.

Our Identity is real

and it exists.

(Non-Binary Stories)

My name is Cami, I am 22 years old,
I am non-binary,

and i'm here
to explain non-binary to you.

Non-binary,
is an umbrella term

which includes
all gender identities

that are neither
exclusively male

or exclusively female.

It can be agender,
the "a" meaning a subtraction

of gender or gender neutrality

or it can include
all fluid identities.

Like if we imagine gender
as a spectrum with two poles,

male and female.

You can have a moving cursor

that includes all people
who are gender fluid,

demi-gender, pangender, etc.

I've never really identified
with femininity.

At 18 years old, I already started

to ask questions

on my gender identity,

and I met a trans man

With whom I'd been with for a while,

and together we were able define
my identity

which was non-binary.

I think it was due to him

having way more
information than me

that helped me find the words
to explain my identity.

Gender identity is about who you are,

the gender we feel,

that we live in,
that we experience,

and gender expression,
is what we show to others.

It's how we express this our identity.

It's possible to have a gender identity,

that's for example, male,

you are a man,

and then have a gender expression

that is feminine
with many markers

society considers feminine.

Like for example,
Bilal Hassan, is a man

with a feminine gender expression.

I came out to my parent
as non-binary

and that I wanted
to change my pronouns

at the same time.

I was 20, it was two years ago.

My mom took it well.

She was already well-versed in gender issues

She was quite casual and very safe,

I felt safe.

With my father,
it was little trickier

it took me a little longer
to tell him

and i didn't do it in person.

I sent him a text

Because it was easier
for me to handle.

He reacted fairly well.

He said that
he didn't understand it all,

but that in any case
he'd be there for me

and that it changes nothing
for him

and that he loved me all the same.

For my grandma, it wasn't as simple

as it was something
very unfamiliar for her.

She grew up in the countryside,
later moving to Paris.

She lived with my grandpa for 50 years.

She was in very
cis-heteronormative social spaces

where she never had questioned
her identity

or the identity of others.

When I told her,
she was a bit taken aback,

but she always made sure and insisted that

She would act in the best way
she could with me.

She puts in a lot of effort