Exploring your gender is fine and all, but what if you don’t have any attachment to any of them? Let me introduce you to the world of being Agender! It’s true, despite there being a world of genders out there, not a single one ever called out to me. Luckily for me I didn’t have to keep trying them one-by-one, I could just ditch the concept all together. I once had it explained to me that: Non-binary genders take the gender binary and turn it into a spectrum, but Agender replaces the spectrum with The Person. And that’s all I want to be, Ripley the Human.
I hope y’all enjoyed my little experiment in turning an intangible social concept into the tangible! All these little, gooey genders are so cute, it almost makes me want one. But not completely ;)
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Agender: Being More with Less by Ripley LaCross, published June 24, 2025 on ohjoysextoy.com
Ripley LaCross draws in a detailed cartoon-y style with a primarily gray color palette, but pops of specifically-placed color.
Page 1
Ripley and Lavi sit on a blanket in the park, under the shade of towering trees. Nearby, another picnic party sits on their own blanket. They are accompanied by colorful little blobs that are just barely anthropomorphized with legs and arms. Each blob is larger than a handful.
"Hey Rip, can I ask a weird question?" Lavi cautiously says to Ripley. A bright green little blob-person leans against them, relaxing.
Lavi has dark, brushed back hair and a well-groomed, albeit lighter, beard. They're wearing a long skirt that touches just above their bare feet, and a tank top. Lavi has a medium hoop earring in each ear, as well as beaded bracelets on each wrist.
"Go for it, I'm an open book!" Ripley chirps. Their bright green shock of hair crowns their head like a rooster, with the sides shaved down short. They wear glasses and a beaded necklace and several bracelets. Like Lavi, they are also barefoot, relaxing on the picnic blanket in a tank top and long shorts. A smattering of facial hair dots their cheeks, chin, and upper lip.
"You... can see these things, right?" Asks Lavi, holding up their bright green little blob-guy, who waves at Ripley.
"Of course!" Replies Ripley. "That's your little gender!"
"I noticed you don't have one." Continues Lavi.
"That's right!" Ripley concurs. "Honestly, I'm surprised you even see them!"
"Well yeah, it's kind of hard to be gender non-conforming without seeing gender everywhere!" Lavi replies. "But how come you don't have one?"
In the foreground, we can see an assortment of park-goers who each have their own colorful little gender blob accompanying them.
"Ah, I got rid of it." Ripley answers Lavi nonchalantly.
Page 2
"I had no idea that was even an option." Muses Lavi as their green little gender blob tugs at their pant leg and free-spriritedly reaches out with its other little arm at a passing butterfly. "Figured we were stuck with genders for life."
"Well, it's not like we're born with them or anything." Explains Ripley.
Ripley and Lavi's dialogue continues over another scene, showing a doctor holding up a just-born infant who is swaddled in a green cloth. The baby cries furiously as the doctor lifts a corner of the swaddling to peek between the infant's legs.
"But we get them right away, don't we?" Lavi's voice narrates over the scene.
"Yeah, based on the opinion of our freshly-birthed genitalia." Ripley's voice agrees.
Peering with concentration as the crying baby's privates, he calls out, "Nurse! A pink one, please!"
"Yes, doctor!" Replies the nurse, who hauls a pink gender blob out of a container labeled "box o' gender". It is teeming with squirming little pink and blue gender blobs.
A helpful caption accompanies the baby's "WAHHHHH!*" with "*Translation: Who the fuck asked you??"
Now in a different setting, Lavi's voice asks "Which is so weird, if you ask me." over the scene of a baby adorned in pink accessories, poking at their pink gender blob.
"SUPER weird." Agrees Ripley's voice.
Back at the picnic, Lavi lifts their green gender blob up in the air sweetly, announcing, "Even so, I like my gender! Once I started noticing it, I was able to confront all the ways it had been influencing me. And now that it's more in sync with me, I'm so happy!" A little heart emanates from Lavi to their blob, which playfully throws its limbs in the air.
"It's so cool you were able to do that!" Ripley comments supportively. "I just couldn't figure mine out."
Page 3
Ripley's voice narrates over a montage of scenes featuring them over the years with their pink gender blob.
"As soon as I realized it was there, it was nothing but conflict."
A pink gender blob greets Ripley, who recoils in surprise.
"It felt like it was supposed to define me."
Ripley stands in front of their mirror in only their underwear, arms covering their chest. Though the real life person is all gray, their reflection is green while the pink blobs offer them a pink bra, a razor to shave their legs, and one pushes their mouth up into a smile.
"...How I look, dress, feel..."
Ripley pulls a big, baggy hoodie up over their head, thinking, "I'll just cover up instead..." while their pink blob waves frantically at their reflection from their shoulder, seeming distressed.
In a grocery checkout line, the pink blob flops over the top of Ripley's head, who wears a face mask and is looking very anxious with a bowed head while the cashier (with his blue gender blob on his shoulder) rings them up. "Is he FLIRTING with me?? I just wanted peanut butter..." Ripley thinks to themself.
"...How I interact with the world and how the world interacts with me."
Ripley rushes to their gender blob, which has turned yellow, purple, and black, and is in the process of tossing out Ripley's blue and pink-colored bits of clothing from their dresser. "HEY! Stop that!" scolds Ripley.
"Girl, boy, non-binary..." Each word is presented in its gendered colors, pink for "girl", blue for "boy" and alternating yellow, gray, and purple for "non-binary"
Struggling to pull their yellow, purple, and black-colored gender blob off of their face, Ripley growls, "Ghhh-! Let me GO!" The blob leaves strings of colored goop stuck to their cheek.
"...it held too much power over how I navigated my life."
In exhausted frustration, Ripley holds their multi-colored gender blob by the scruff of what would be its neck (if it had one), scowling at it.
"Again and again, I felt led astray."
Now outside Ripley's house, their hand sternly points from inside the door to the outside world. The little purple/black/yellow gender blob sets out forlornly with a pink bindle over its shoulder.
"So... I sent the damn thing packing." Present-day Ripley concludes, now back at their picnic with Lavi. "And now I'm Agender." The word "Agender" is colored with black, gray, and green.
Page 4
"Dang, it was so easy to work with mine I didn't think it could cause someone that much trouble!" Lavi says, looking at their green gender blob who stands on their shoulder.
"I mean, for most people, it doesn't!" Agrees Ripley as they gently take the outstretched arm-nub of Lavi's blob between their two fingers.
In another montage of illustrations, Ripley's voice narrates, "Lots of folks find joy in their gender without seeing it as this fluid thing we all have."
An assortment of people pose with their blue and pink gender blobs.
"To them, it's inherent and immutable, with no need to look any deeper."
A blue and pink blob regard two gray, yellow, and purple blobs who slide past them.
"But once you see gender for what it is, it can be whatever you want it to be!"
A pink and purple blob shapes itself into a fat little octopus, while a quartet of multi-colored blobs circle up with each other.
"No two genders are the same."
A blue, gray, and black blob morphs into a bubbling mass, almost like a flower, while to its side sits a purple, pink, and blue blob in a fluid-state that is encased in a transparent potions bottle. A set of blue and pink blobs skip down a stream of purple, pink, and blue good.
"But I realized I was better off without it."
The silhouettes of Lavi and Ripley appear, observing the above montage.
"So without gender..." Starts Lavi.
"It's all me, baby." Replies Ripley.
Ripley's narration continues over a fresh set of images showing their day-to-day life.
"Liberated from the pressures of gender, the decisions I make are mine alone."
In front of their mirror their green reflection, Ripley is still drawn in black and gray- but now their hair is bright green. They dress themself in a black t-shirt with a sleeveless denim jacket. They smile at their reflection as they hold some kind of make-up stick.
"Only I get to choose how I look, feel, and interact with the world."
Back in the grocery store checkout line, through their face mask Ripley tells off the formerly-flirty cashier.
"I can finally focus on me and my needs, rather than what's expected of me."
Proudly, Ripley poses at the peak of a mountain, their green hat, neckerchief, and boots radiating color.
Page 5
Back at the picnic, Lavi affectionately pokes at their green gender blob, which sits on their knees.
"That sounds a lot like when I came out as genderqueer!" They exclaim. The word "genderqueer" is divided between green and purple-colored letters. "For the first time, I'm comfortable in my own skin, with the confidence to just be myself. Actually seeing and understanding me gender changed everything. I can't imagine life without it."
Stretched out on their back with their hands cushioning their head, Ripley adds, "Truthfully, letting go of mine felt like a huge leap. I'd expected to feel empty or lonely... But it was quite the opposite. It feels like, I think, how I was supposed to feel with a gender. Full of life and love. I feel like myself, my true self."
"Nice, isn't it?" Lavi smiles.
"It is." Agrees Ripley.
From a distance, we see their silhouettes, both now sitting upright under their picnic tree.
"So..." Asks Lavi. "Where do you think your old gender ended up?"
"Oh, who the heck knows. Think there's an Island of Misfit Genders out there?" Ripley replies.
By Ripley LaCross * RipleyLaCross.carrd.co
Ripley LaCross draws in a detailed cartoon-y style with a primarily gray color palette, but pops of specifically-placed color.
Page 1
Ripley and Lavi sit on a blanket in the park, under the shade of towering trees. Nearby, another picnic party sits on their own blanket. They are accompanied by colorful little blobs that are just barely anthropomorphized with legs and arms. Each blob is larger than a handful.
"Hey Rip, can I ask a weird question?" Lavi cautiously says to Ripley. A bright green little blob-person leans against them, relaxing.
Lavi has dark, brushed back hair and a well-groomed, albeit lighter, beard. They're wearing a long skirt that touches just above their bare feet, and a tank top. Lavi has a medium hoop earring in each ear, as well as beaded bracelets on each wrist.
"Go for it, I'm an open book!" Ripley chirps. Their bright green shock of hair crowns their head like a rooster, with the sides shaved down short. They wear glasses and a beaded necklace and several bracelets. Like Lavi, they are also barefoot, relaxing on the picnic blanket in a tank top and long shorts. A smattering of facial hair dots their cheeks, chin, and upper lip.
"You... can see these things, right?" Asks Lavi, holding up their bright green little blob-guy, who waves at Ripley.
"Of course!" Replies Ripley. "That's your little gender!"
"I noticed you don't have one." Continues Lavi.
"That's right!" Ripley concurs. "Honestly, I'm surprised you even see them!"
"Well yeah, it's kind of hard to be gender non-conforming without seeing gender everywhere!" Lavi replies. "But how come you don't have one?"
In the foreground, we can see an assortment of park-goers who each have their own colorful little gender blob accompanying them.
"Ah, I got rid of it." Ripley answers Lavi nonchalantly.
Page 2
"I had no idea that was even an option." Muses Lavi as their green little gender blob tugs at their pant leg and free-spriritedly reaches out with its other little arm at a passing butterfly. "Figured we were stuck with genders for life."
"Well, it's not like we're born with them or anything." Explains Ripley.
Ripley and Lavi's dialogue continues over another scene, showing a doctor holding up a just-born infant who is swaddled in a green cloth. The baby cries furiously as the doctor lifts a corner of the swaddling to peek between the infant's legs.
"But we get them right away, don't we?" Lavi's voice narrates over the scene.
"Yeah, based on the opinion of our freshly-birthed genitalia." Ripley's voice agrees.
Peering with concentration as the crying baby's privates, he calls out, "Nurse! A pink one, please!"
"Yes, doctor!" Replies the nurse, who hauls a pink gender blob out of a container labeled "box o' gender". It is teeming with squirming little pink and blue gender blobs.
A helpful caption accompanies the baby's "WAHHHHH!*" with "*Translation: Who the fuck asked you??"
Now in a different setting, Lavi's voice asks "Which is so weird, if you ask me." over the scene of a baby adorned in pink accessories, poking at their pink gender blob.
"SUPER weird." Agrees Ripley's voice.
Back at the picnic, Lavi lifts their green gender blob up in the air sweetly, announcing, "Even so, I like my gender! Once I started noticing it, I was able to confront all the ways it had been influencing me. And now that it's more in sync with me, I'm so happy!" A little heart emanates from Lavi to their blob, which playfully throws its limbs in the air.
"It's so cool you were able to do that!" Ripley comments supportively. "I just couldn't figure mine out."
Page 3
Ripley's voice narrates over a montage of scenes featuring them over the years with their pink gender blob.
"As soon as I realized it was there, it was nothing but conflict."
A pink gender blob greets Ripley, who recoils in surprise.
"It felt like it was supposed to define me."
Ripley stands in front of their mirror in only their underwear, arms covering their chest. Though the real life person is all gray, their reflection is green while the pink blobs offer them a pink bra, a razor to shave their legs, and one pushes their mouth up into a smile.
"...How I look, dress, feel..."
Ripley pulls a big, baggy hoodie up over their head, thinking, "I'll just cover up instead..." while their pink blob waves frantically at their reflection from their shoulder, seeming distressed.
In a grocery checkout line, the pink blob flops over the top of Ripley's head, who wears a face mask and is looking very anxious with a bowed head while the cashier (with his blue gender blob on his shoulder) rings them up. "Is he FLIRTING with me?? I just wanted peanut butter..." Ripley thinks to themself.
"...How I interact with the world and how the world interacts with me."
Ripley rushes to their gender blob, which has turned yellow, purple, and black, and is in the process of tossing out Ripley's blue and pink-colored bits of clothing from their dresser. "HEY! Stop that!" scolds Ripley.
"Girl, boy, non-binary..." Each word is presented in its gendered colors, pink for "girl", blue for "boy" and alternating yellow, gray, and purple for "non-binary"
Struggling to pull their yellow, purple, and black-colored gender blob off of their face, Ripley growls, "Ghhh-! Let me GO!" The blob leaves strings of colored goop stuck to their cheek.
"...it held too much power over how I navigated my life."
In exhausted frustration, Ripley holds their multi-colored gender blob by the scruff of what would be its neck (if it had one), scowling at it.
"Again and again, I felt led astray."
Now outside Ripley's house, their hand sternly points from inside the door to the outside world. The little purple/black/yellow gender blob sets out forlornly with a pink bindle over its shoulder.
"So... I sent the damn thing packing." Present-day Ripley concludes, now back at their picnic with Lavi. "And now I'm Agender." The word "Agender" is colored with black, gray, and green.
Page 4
"Dang, it was so easy to work with mine I didn't think it could cause someone that much trouble!" Lavi says, looking at their green gender blob who stands on their shoulder.
"I mean, for most people, it doesn't!" Agrees Ripley as they gently take the outstretched arm-nub of Lavi's blob between their two fingers.
In another montage of illustrations, Ripley's voice narrates, "Lots of folks find joy in their gender without seeing it as this fluid thing we all have."
An assortment of people pose with their blue and pink gender blobs.
"To them, it's inherent and immutable, with no need to look any deeper."
A blue and pink blob regard two gray, yellow, and purple blobs who slide past them.
"But once you see gender for what it is, it can be whatever you want it to be!"
A pink and purple blob shapes itself into a fat little octopus, while a quartet of multi-colored blobs circle up with each other.
"No two genders are the same."
A blue, gray, and black blob morphs into a bubbling mass, almost like a flower, while to its side sits a purple, pink, and blue blob in a fluid-state that is encased in a transparent potions bottle. A set of blue and pink blobs skip down a stream of purple, pink, and blue good.
"But I realized I was better off without it."
The silhouettes of Lavi and Ripley appear, observing the above montage.
"So without gender..." Starts Lavi.
"It's all me, baby." Replies Ripley.
Ripley's narration continues over a fresh set of images showing their day-to-day life.
"Liberated from the pressures of gender, the decisions I make are mine alone."
In front of their mirror their green reflection, Ripley is still drawn in black and gray- but now their hair is bright green. They dress themself in a black t-shirt with a sleeveless denim jacket. They smile at their reflection as they hold some kind of make-up stick.
"Only I get to choose how I look, feel, and interact with the world."
Back in the grocery store checkout line, through their face mask Ripley tells off the formerly-flirty cashier.
"I can finally focus on me and my needs, rather than what's expected of me."
Proudly, Ripley poses at the peak of a mountain, their green hat, neckerchief, and boots radiating color.
Page 5
Back at the picnic, Lavi affectionately pokes at their green gender blob, which sits on their knees.
"That sounds a lot like when I came out as genderqueer!" They exclaim. The word "genderqueer" is divided between green and purple-colored letters. "For the first time, I'm comfortable in my own skin, with the confidence to just be myself. Actually seeing and understanding me gender changed everything. I can't imagine life without it."
Stretched out on their back with their hands cushioning their head, Ripley adds, "Truthfully, letting go of mine felt like a huge leap. I'd expected to feel empty or lonely... But it was quite the opposite. It feels like, I think, how I was supposed to feel with a gender. Full of life and love. I feel like myself, my true self."
"Nice, isn't it?" Lavi smiles.
"It is." Agrees Ripley.
From a distance, we see their silhouettes, both now sitting upright under their picnic tree.
"So..." Asks Lavi. "Where do you think your old gender ended up?"
"Oh, who the heck knows. Think there's an Island of Misfit Genders out there?" Ripley replies.
By Ripley LaCross * RipleyLaCross.carrd.co