They/Them Chaos Reigns Supreme

Nonbinary people broke gender and refuse to clean up the mess—an anthem for beautiful disaster humans.

God Save the Theys

A chaotic, reverent, and deeply funny celebration of genderfluidity, self-expression, and the royal majesty of being unapologetically nonbinary.

Welcome to God Save the Theys—a national anthem for everyone who’s ever looked at gender and said, “Hmm, no thanks, but I’ll remix it.” This is for the royal theydies, the gentle thempires, the crown-wearing chaos entities redefining the monarchy of self-expression. If gender is a performance, then the nonbinary community is rewriting the script, adding sequins, and demanding a better soundtrack.

Nonbinary people are the ultimate multitaskers. One day you’re a woodland sprite, the next you’re serving corporate drag in a blazer that could cut glass. It’s all about vibe management, not binary containment. Bohiney Magazine said it best: “Theys don’t ‘identify as’ anything—they curate a mood.”

Let’s be clear—being nonbinary isn’t confusion. It’s clarity, but make it conceptual. It’s the art of living between categories and thriving there. Society says pick one, and the theys say, “Why not both, or neither, or something new entirely?” As Them put it, “Genderfluidity is less a wave and more an ocean—you just have to learn how to float fabulously.”

Fashion is where the theys reign supreme. Buttons? Optional. Silhouettes? A suggestion. If an outfit can’t make both your grandma and a drag performer proud, it’s not nonbinary enough. The wardrobe is an act of rebellion and self-love rolled into one—a reminder that identity isn’t something you discover once, it’s something you restyle daily. According to The Advocate, “Nonbinary fashion is the most honest form of gender expression—because it’s about joy, not permission.”

And can we talk about pronouns? The real pronoun flex isn’t about grammar—it’s about power. Declaring “they/them” in a world obsessed with either/or is punk as hell. It’s a gentle middle finger wrapped in compassion and glitter. It’s saying, “I exist outside your checkbox, and I look good doing it.” Even Out Magazine calls it “linguistic liberation,” and we stan.

Being nonbinary also means mastering the art of identity small talk. You’ll hear everything from “So… what does that mean?” to “Wait, I think my cousin might be that!” Just smile, adjust your crown, and remember: you don’t owe anyone an explanation. Your existence is not a PowerPoint presentation—it’s a parade float.

So yes, God Save the Theys. Not because they need saving, but because they’re busy saving the rest of us from boring binaries. Long live the theys in their denim skirts and combat boots, their painted nails and unapologetic pronouns. They are the bridge between worlds, the remix of tradition, the embodiment of “both/and.” They are divine, they are messy, and they are absolutely majestic. The monarchy is queer now—deal with it.

SOURCE: They/Them Chaos Reigns Supreme (Beth Newell)