n3rd gender
A gender so weird it makes your brain hurt and you question why you ever left the house.
'I’m not a boy or a girl, I’m a n3rd gender,' he said, like that explained why he wore socks with sandals at 3 AM.
'Why do you need to know my gender? I’m just here to take over the world,' she said, ignoring the question.
He texted me: 'I’m a n3rd gender. You’re not. You’re just confused.'