{"id":2025,"date":"2013-02-27T20:19:18","date_gmt":"2013-02-27T18:19:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=2025"},"modified":"2013-02-27T20:25:10","modified_gmt":"2013-02-27T18:25:10","slug":"persoonlijk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/persoonlijk\/","title":{"rendered":"persoonlijke voornaamwoorden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I have always felt this way about gender pronouns, that &#8216;she&#8217; pinches a little and &#8216;he&#8217; slips off me too easily. I&#8217;m often asked by well-intentioned people which pronoun I prefer, and I always say the same thing: that I don&#8217;t really have a preference, that neither pronoun really fits, but thank you for asking, all the same. &#8230; I know it would be easier if I just picked a pronoun and stuck with it, but that would be a compromise made for the comfort of everyone else but me. &#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Perfect strangers have been asking me if I am a boy or a girl as far back as I can remember. Not all of them are polite about it. Some are just curious, others ask me like they have every right to know, as if my ambiguity is a personal insult to their otherwise completely understandable reality. &#8230; In my braver days, when someone asked if I was a boy or a girl, I would say something flip and witty, like &#8216;yes&#8217; or &#8216;no&#8217; or &#8216;makes you wonder, doesn&#8217;t it?,&#8217; but I found that this type of tactic greatly increased the chances I would get the living shit kicked out of me. &#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>in: <a title=\"website Ivan E. Coyote\" href=\"http:\/\/www.ivanecoyote.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Ivan E. Coyote<\/a>:<a title=\"Bow Grip by Ivan E. Coyote\" href=\"http:\/\/www.vrolijk.nu\/bow-grip-novel-ivan-coyote-nl.html?filter_name=ivan%20coyote\" target=\"_blank\"> <em>The Slow Fix<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n<p>(Also check out this short film of one of Ivan Coyote&#8217;s stories: <a title=\"No Bikini - kortfilm\" href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=oe_RP1HarAo\" target=\"_blank\">No Bikini)<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/tekst\/persoonlijke-voornaamwoorden\/attachment\/010220133549\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2026\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2026\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/persoonlijk\/attachment\/010220133549\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/010220133549.jpg?fit=630%2C840&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"630,840\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"toen ik nog een jongen was\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/010220133549.jpg?fit=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/010220133549.jpg?fit=625%2C833&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2026\" alt=\"toen ik nog een jongen was\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/010220133549.jpg?resize=225%2C300\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/010220133549.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/010220133549.jpg?w=630&amp;ssl=1 630w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I have always felt this way about gender pronouns, that &#8216;she&#8217; pinches a little and &#8216;he&#8217; slips off me too easily. I&#8217;m often asked by well-intentioned people which pronoun I prefer, and I always say the same thing: that I don&#8217;t really have a preference, that neither pronoun really fits, but thank you for asking, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8pym5-wF","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2025"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2025"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2025\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2032,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2025\/revisions\/2032"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2025"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2025"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2025"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}