Sylvia Aguilar-Zeleny - Mikala

Where were we? Lets see, I already told you that my name is Mikala. Did I mention its Hawaiian? It means gift from God. So you should look at me with my ribbon and everything. I am such a gift (but ungifted because I dont draw, paint, sing or play any instrument). I am Hawaiian, or sorta. My mother and both my grandparents are Hawaiian. I was born in Honolulu, but was brought to the mainland when I was very little (remind me to tell you about this story, its kinda creepy but, oh well). I have never been back to Hawaii (isnt that horrible?) and I dream, dream, dream of doing so.

I dont know exactly how it has worked for the rest of the queer people in the world, but as for me, I believe I was born queer because there are some Mh genes in me. In Hawaii there were people called Mh, and the Mh often did whatever they wanted in terms of gender. What I mean is that they were a little bit transgirls would act like boys and nobody cared that they sometimes had aikne, which means same-sex relationships (and if you ask me, I think aikne rules).

So, as I was saying, the Mh were highly respected, nobody messed with them (unlike every place in the world these days. I mean, think of all the drama a family experiences these days when their kid comes out of the closet). Going back in time, the Mh were even considered the healers of society. I like thinking that this was because they were able to give the same love to a woman or to a man.

Im not saying that Im a real Mh, but I think something Mh-ish is in my blood, because I have always felt I could act and be like a boy or like a girl. So, I thought I was bisexual for a whileI thought I liked boys AND girls. I even went through a very tomboyish period (which Grandma hated to the point that she stopped talking to me for almost a month). But back to my story. There was a point in my life that I thought I might be trans, you know a girl who actually wants to be a boy. After reading and watching testimonies of some trans teens, I learned that no, I wasnt trans. I came to the conclusion that I liked boobs, mine and others, and I didnt want a dick (although being with a girl and using, ahem, a plastic, ahem, dick, ahem, doesnt sound too bad. Am I embarrassing you, Reader? I am embarrassing myself, I think).

Theres no trapped boy inside of me dying to get out. No, not at all. I am just a girl who happens to like girls, all types: tall, short, blonde, brunette, girls with glasses, girls with braces, girls playing chess or playing soccer. Just gimme girls and I will like them!

Do I make any sense? Your options are: a) Yes, b) Kinda, c) Not at all.