M: [I’m] Maia Fernandez, they/them, queer (to be hyper-specific: Gendervoid quoriomantic demi/noeti/bisexual).Ā
M: I canāt speak toward what being nonbinary means for anyone but myself; the trans community is so wide and has so many differing experiences and perspectives that if you line up 100 people from the community, youāll have 100 different explanations of gender.
K: Can you talk me through your process of coming to understand your specific experience with gender?
M: Gender has always been rather tricky for me. I grew up a tomboy ā as far back as I can remember, I didnāt like dresses, and preferred playing in the dirt and roughhousing. Of course, that doesnāt mean anything regarding gender identity, but it helps illustrate the train of thought. When I was 15, I went on a camping trip with a (gay, cis male) friend of mine. We spoke at length one evening about gender and how we know weāre our genders and what it feelsĀ like to be our genders. I realized, fairly quickly, that I haveĀ absolutely no ideaĀ what it means to be a woman. And not just because I was some precocious teenager; I never felt any sort of identification with being referred to by feminine pronouns.
It was this horrifying revelation; all I knew was male-female for genders, and if I didnāt identify as a woman, then clearly I must be a man. I called my mom in an absolute panic and she just shut it down. I didnāt know how to respond, so I hung up.
The idea of gender stayed in the back of my mind, but never resurfaced until my early 20s when I learned about nonbinary identities. Genderfluid didnāt fit, because my gender didnāt change or shift. Genderqueer fit the best for a while, until I read about agender identities on Tumblr (hey, the site has its benefits). I spent probably too long onĀ https://lgbta.wikia.org/wiki/Ā looking at different gender identities, sexualities, and romantic attractions. I overloaded the hell out of my brain and slowly just came to recognize that I donāt know what my gender identity is because I donātĀ haveĀ one.
When I think about my body, my mind, and the labels attached to it, I never really felt that the concept of gender as a whole had any space. My body has always just felt like this weird, awkward meat sack powered by electric signals, and the idea of assigning an abstraction of gender somehow never clicked for me. My sexual and romantic identities are just as abstract, but those managed to wiggle their way in.
Itās difficult, most days, because I donāt dress or look androgynous, in terms of identity or gender presentation. While androgyny has nothing to do in the grand scheme of things when it comes to being nonbinary, thereās still an implicit expectation that being nonbinary means you actively try to look like both/neither masculine or feminine, but are also thin/waifish, with little curves or contours, and have sharp/angular features. That ārealā nonbinary people walk down the street and the average passerby canāt tell upon first blush if theyāre a man or a woman. Iāve had close friends tell me that because I donāt actively work to look more masculine, they forget my pronouns. That itās hard to remember my pronouns because I ājust look so much like a girl.ā
I never used to like dresses or makeup, and it wasnāt until about 8thĀ grade that I stopped shopping in the boysā section for clothes (cargo shorts are a blessing and I stand by that). As I got older and more secure in my identities, I started dressing more feminine. That, and when youāre in the throes of a horrific depression episode and the idea of wearing clothes is just a nightmare, the ability to throw on a dress and call it an outfit is a blessing.
But I donāt bind my chest, Iām not on T, and I have no intention of undergoing top or bottom surgery. On top of that, Iām fat and dress fairly feminine (I really have to emphasize how amazing dresses are for people with depression). IĀ likeĀ my boobs, hard as it is to find bras that fit, and that doesnāt invalidate my lack of a gender. Deconstructing gender presentation expectations, gender norms, and the entire construct of gender removes the correlation of physical appearance with gender ā as it ought to ā and needs to happen. Strangersā discomfort does not supersede my right to exist, freely and as myself.
K: Have you personally been discriminated against for your sexual orientation or gender identity?
M: I think microaggressions like that ā saying I look too much like a girl to remember my pronouns ā are the more casual forms of discrimination Iāve faced. Granted, there are some people who openly admitted theyāre going to have a hard time with they/them and nonbinary pronouns in general, and a select few are people where misgendering doesnāt bother me. Only a few, though, and they already know who they are. Otherwise, I expect people to use my proper pronouns because it, yanno, denotes basic respect and human decency.
Growing up in Placerville, homophobia was fairly common. Before Prop 8 in 2008, there were the Truth Trucks ā giant, red trucks covered in signs and banners and what have you quoting the Bible and the infamous āGod made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steveā slogan. They had loudspeakers attached to the roof of the truck, driving past schools and shouting their bigotry. I am not a passive person, and I have never known when to keep my mouth shut.
I dated a guy when I was 18 who kept telling me that Iām not actually bi because I hadnāt had sex with a woman in over a year, and was thus actually just bicurious. Mind you, this was around a year into our monogamous relationship. Logic.
More recently, aphobia ā the belief that those on the asexual spectrum don’t have a place in the LGBTQIA+ community (despite the, you know. A) ā is on the rise. I also recently figured out that I fall under the ace umbrella (demisexual) and the aromantic (itās like asexual but with romantic attraction) umbrella (quoiromantic). The idea, Iāve seen, stems from asexuality being a relatively new term, compared to gay, lesbian, and bisexual. Historically, ace folk were lumped in with bisexuality because, reductively, no attraction to any gender is still equal attraction to any gender. Iād like to say that aphobia will gradually fade away and people will begin recognizing asexuality as part of the LGBTQIAA+ community, but seeing as people within the community are still transphobic and biphobic ā to say the least ā doesnāt offer much hope.
K: What would you like cisgendered people to know about you or the queer community in general? Any advice on how to be a good ally to the LGBTQ+ community?
M: Honestly, the best way for people not part of a community to combat their implicit biases, microaggressions, and conscious or subconscious participation in oppression is to listen, not get reactionary / defensive, and understand that a person within that community probably has a better idea of what the experience is like. Itās like having a cis man tell a woman what itās actually like to be a woman, yanno? Justā¦stop. No. I donāt need a cis person telling me how to look nonbinary, just like I donāt need someone who isnāt bi or demisexual to tell me what those terms actually mean, just like I don’t need someone who isn’t mestizx or Mexican telling me how to be Mexican.
Another part of that is humility. Nobody is perfect and everyone has hurt someone else, intentionally or not. Whatās important is to accept with grace that someone trusts you and your relationship with them enough to tell you that youāve hurt them. Itās a huge display of vulnerability on the hurt party, and overcoming the kneejerk reaction to deny, get defensive, and shut them down shows not only extreme emotional maturation, but strengthens the relationship. Itās something I had to work really hard to do, both because I hate the idea of hurting people, and I hate the idea that I can be problematic. But both are true and both still happen. The important part is to accept the criticism and grow from it. Acknowledge the hurt youāve done, apologize, and consciously work to not repeat it.
K: Describe your support system. Are there any causes that are particularly important to you that you’d like to shout out?
Iām really lucky and grateful that Iāve never had to hide who I am from my mom, and that I never felt I would lose my home / stability / life for being queer. I recognize that isnāt a privilege a lot of people have, and I try to exude the same love and compassion toward them that momās always shown me (even if she doesnāt understand everything Iām saying). Sheās one of my best friends, and an absolute pillar when it comes to my support system. I have a pretty large support system, if I really think about it, and I also recognize how lucky I am for that, too. Not only do I have my 2 boyfriends and other partner, but I have a hefty handful of friends who are there for me when I need them ā just as I am for them. I think stabilizing a support system and really solidifying those bonds and relationships are crucial during the pandemic, even if itās with people you canāt regularly see in person. Having these systems are doubly important for the LGBTQIAA+ community, those who are mentally ill, and PoC āĀ especiallyĀ Black folk.
Which, with the current affairs of the world, all I can really say is Black Lives Matter. Support your local Black community, the BLM movement at large https://blacklivesmatter.com/, and look into organizations in your area that offer aid for protesters. The officers who murdered Breonna Taylor need to be arrested and charged for their crimes. My fellow trans folk need protection now that the Trump administration decreed we do not deserve access to healthcare. Indigenous tribes are being ravaged with coronavirus deaths and received no aid. Our system is inherently designed to kill and hinder, and it is our collective responsibility to fight and enact change and equity. We are all allies to one another, and we need to work together.
Big thanks to my studio assistant, Maxine, for keeping everyone happy!
Kate & Maia: 2020
When Jackie first reach out, we spoke candidly about the fact that her strong, hard working, smart, loving husband had just been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. She explained that all the members of their family were scrambling to wrap their minds around it, but that one thing was certain: they wanted to take photos with the entire family right now to commemorate their tight knit bond before treatment started, ājust in caseā. When someone says ājust in caseā in a conversation like this, you donāt even have to think. You hold back the tears stinging your own eyes and say, āabsolutely I can fit you in, are you free Saturday morning?ā.
In hindsight, the nickname Superman seems to have come with a purpose; to be a reminder of his strength in all of lifeās challenges. Rafael was Superman and Superdad and no one will ever forget that. If you’re wondering what you can do to celebrate Rafael’s life, take some time to give to 
