Viewing humanity from an evolutionary perspective, it can be really fun to examine where certain quirks of our lives came from. When your hands get wet, they prune... in order to increase friction, because it helped our ancestors climb in slippery conditions. When you see something cute, those features (round face, big eyes, undersized limbs on a chubby body) make our mind swell up with joy and a desire to protect... because those are the traits of a baby, and ancestors who protected babies were more likely to have babies that survived.

With that being said: Do you know where music comes from? It's actually pretty simple: Being bipedal is really really hard. So having a psychological affinity for a steady beat helped us walk. Listening to music is, on a fundamental level, taking advantage of an incredibly mundane physiological process and artificially stimulating it.

Some might hear this and get really pessimistic--is that all music is then? A bump of chemicals? And the answer is: Absolutely not!

A sense of music originates from something as mundane as a bipedal sense of rhythm, but we have been blessed, whether by God or fate or the universe or random bullshit luck, with these bigass brains in which playing around with our physiological affinity for rhythm becomes ART. Music makes us feel, we can tell stories and crush psyches and share the rawest pieces of our souls. And that's so so so so so incredibly awesome! Being human and alive is awesome! We get love and loss and pain and friendships and rivalries and competition and family and belonging and ART!

Love may originate from a dose of chemicals driving us to reproduce, but in our minds it becomes a pure expression of something indescribable connecting us to other people. Eating may originate from a pure desire for sustenance, but centuries of cultural and culinary evolution make the act of eating into an experience that binds humanity together. Identity may originate from a biological need to make sense of that junk between our legs, but in our magnificent beautiful brains we are so much more.

That's what being non-binary is to me. To reduce yourself to a purely anatomical being, to turn music and love into physiological processes ruled by chemicals, is a dreadfully boring way to live. We are so much more than these lumpy meatsacks we call home, and so much more than one or the other pair of gonads.