Author's Note: I wish this was longer, so sorry about that. This was written for pride month. Inspired from a tumblr post, that I'm too lazy to find.
Jamie. A gender-neutral name meaning supplants or one who supplants. The name that was given to one of the Tyler twins, specifically the one pacing his bedroom floor questioning his gender identity.
He didn't have time for this shit. They were too busy as it was. Repairing the world was as difficult as it sounded. This would have to wait until later.
Something in Jamie gave up waiting and dragged him to the bathroom. There he stood, staring at his reflection. The bags under his eyes served as a reminder to go to bed.
You can't solve a problem without figuring out the source. What was Jamie's problem? Not knowing what gender he – she – they were? Not even knowing what pronouns to use?
Jamie figured it out. His problem was not having a solid answer. Nothing felt wrong per say but nothing was right. It was all close but no cigar.
Jamie's eyelids started dropping. He sighed and went back to bed. This would have to wait until later. But Jamie wanted to know now; to have solid answer to this problem. Desperation clawed at his-her-their heart, eventually lulled by slumber.