We've Talked a Lot about my Sexuality But...

Before I start, because I have an unhealthy obsession with prefacing these things, I want to say that this is all true and all stuff that I have never told anyone. I hope that you all can respect and accept that.
As many of you know, sexuality is not the only thing that makes up a person. So, as I've stated a million and a half times before, I identify sexually as pansexual.
Well, while talking in my Sociology class yesterday about gender roles and what makes sex and gender different, it slowly dawned on my that, once again, there is something deviant about my brain.
I am physically a female.
I don't identify with being female though. But, on the same token, I don't identify as being male and that is when my brain slapped my hard across the face. I realized, only upon this discussion in class, that I identify as androgyne.
For those of you who don't know, androgyny or polygender or ambigender or a million other names it has is the gender identity wherein one identifies heavily with traits of both males and females. We display traits of the expressive (the female) and the instrumental (the male).
I think it started because I identified heavily as male as a child. When I say heavily, I mean I was mistaken as a boy up until probably the beginning of eighth grade. I dressed like a boy, talked like a boy, acted like a boy, did "boy" sports, the whole nine yards.
And then in middle school, I started getting bullied for it.
The song "Dude looks like a lady," or however it goes still gives me goose bumps anytime I hear someone say it because people used to say that to me. I was apparently this huge butch kid and I had no idea that it was wrong.
To make it stop, I grew out my hair. I changed, somewhat, the clothes that I wore. But I still catch myself sitting with my legs wide open, still hear the "boy" terminology coming out, still love the same damn sports, still don't wear makeup.
I don't identify as either because I don't think I ever thought of myself as wholly one or the other. Where was the fun in only playing with Barbies or only playing football? To me, it didn't make a difference what I was doing or wearing or saying as long as I liked it and believed in it.
So, here we are.
Avery, the androgynous pansexual atheist.
Could I really have asked for anymore traits worthy of discrimination?
Well, I guess I could be black.