I’m half-man, on my dad’s side — maybe my mom’s. She told me as a kid she always wanted to play Peter, never Wendy, so I thought it wasn’t weird when I jumped at the chance to be the Spider-Man, the Legolas, never Mary-Jane or Arwen.

I’m half-woman on mom’s side, maybe dad’s? He taught me to cook, to sing lullabies, to clean wounds. Bloody work always seems to be woman’s work, but I faint at the sight of my underwear once a month.

I’m half-something on every side. Bi-gender is more like once every two rather than twice every one.

About the author

L Sparrow is a bigender, bisexual, and bipolar horror author in New York City. He likes long walks on the beach, vampires, and (hard as it may be to believe) happily ever afters. She has previously been published in The Sacrament, a Religious Horror anthology.