I've been holding this in for a long time. Keeping it locked up inside me, refusing to let anyone know. Even my closest friends don't know this about me, they think I'm just some normal girl. But I've been in the closet too long, suppressed too many feelings and memories, and suffered too much. It's time to come out.

I don't remember when I started feeling this way, but I just did. Suddenly, I didn't find humans attractive anymore. My friends would point out hot guys or girls and I would just shrug them off, it didn't bother me. In fact, I was nonchalant, apathetic. Many nights, I went to sleep pondering what was wrong with me. Why didn't I have the same affection and attraction everyone else did to humans? Why was I so different? What was so wrong with me? I kept all these feelings bottled inside, too scared to reveal the truth for fear of being ridiculed.

Then I came to college.

I remember the day I saw them. My roommate brought them in, and my jaw dropped. I had never seen something that beautiful before, something that awe-inspiring, something that attractive. It was glistening and fresh. They were so ridiculously cool that I was ashamed to be standing near them because I felt like I was nowhere near their level.

From that day on, I was obsessed. Every day I would walk into my dorm and just stare at them. The beautiful stainless steel finish, the compartments, and the whoosh of chilled air as I opened the door. I knew at first sight when my roommate brought them in that I was in love. Humans no longer held a flame to them, in fact, I now found them repulsive. My only solace was going back to my room after a long day and spending time with them, and so I did. Every day.

I fell in love with a mini-fridge.

Whew, that was hard to say. But it's out there. To everyone reading, I've decided that I've been in the closet too long, too afraid of being ashamed. But I'm here, and I'm queer. I no longer identify as a girl, I identify as a mini-fridge.

It's been hard being a mini-fridge on campus. First of all, there are no restrooms for mini-fridges, which is so offensive and disgusting, I don't even know where to begin with how saddened I am that America will not recognize mini-fridges as a gender. No one sees me for who I am; everyone thinks I'm a girl, but they're wrong.

As a mini-fridge, I have no rights and most importantly, I can't marry the beloved mini-fridge that I fell in love with on my first day of college. Every day I face oppression and harassment from being a minority, and I'm sick and tired of it.

I want America to nationally recognize mini-fridges as a gender. I want my own restroom. I want my own rights. And I want to marry my mini-fridge. For everyone reading this that will inevitably encounter me, my new pronouns are fridge/fridgee/frideir and anything but those pronouns will not be tolerated. I'm sick of being ignored and mistreated because people don't think my gender exists because it does. I'm here, and I'm a mini-fridge.

Please join me in my crusade for gender equality and in my efforts to nationally recognize the mini-fridge class as a gender. Your support means an entire world of mini-fridges to me.

Sincerely,

Mehar the Mini-Fridge