My brother was just kind of talking to himself out loud and said "bro" at the end of his sentence and my dad immediately said "Don't call your sister bro."
Everyone else was confused but then my dad continued "That's not her name. You can either call her Savannah or Sissy." I immediately bit back with "Sissy's not my name either." but I don't remember what he said after that, but it was probably stupid. I would much rather be called bro than sissy (it grosses me out) tbh. But it fucking hurt when my dad said that. Like I genuinely felt like crying.

But then my brother just called me boy and that honestly made me feel a bit better. Like I don't even really like being called boy/girl/man/woman but it was slang and it honestly just felt good and i kind of felt seen. Idk, I can't really explain it.

I'm not sure if my dad wasn't understanding that it was slang, misunderstanding the slang, genuinely being like "she's a girl you can't call her that." or what but it hurt a lot. I don't want to be put in a male or female box, I just want to be a person, free from the confines of gender.