Human standards of gender are weird, made unnecessarily weirder by sociopolitical nonsense that Conner does not want to think too in-depth about.

After an hours long conversation with Kara that he really only remembers 50% of, Conner learns that Kryptonian genders are even weirder.

Conner decides to not think about it too hard, just calls himself a guy and goes about his life without thinking twice about it. Other than that, he doesn’t really care much about what exactly people think being a man should be.

It’s so unimportant in the grand scheme of things. He’s a clone, there are better things for him to be focusing on rather than whether or not he looks like every other guy out there!

He’s a lot happier this way, honestly. He gets to spend his time wearing whatever clothes he likes and looking however he wants without stressing out about what some douchebag who still mentally lives in the 1920’s thinks about his gender. Compared to some of his friends (and Conner says this with love and acceptance in his heart), he’s doing great.

It’s extra nice that he’s surrounded by people who also don’t give a damn. Conner’s always thought he was lucky, but he feels doubly so that the people in his life accept him as he is without any fuss. His family, his friends, the occasional romantic partner… to them Conner is Conner and nothing else matters.

Conner is aware that his experiences aren’t universal, just on account of the way he popped into existence as a teen without the chance for people to hammer in gender essentialism into his head. His younger sibling, just as half and half as he is, was raised by pretty open-minded people, but their head’s still full of those strict ideas of femininity and masculinity.

He thinks he’s the first to notice when they start getting curious about gender themself, when they carefully hedge towards things not quite stereotypical to their gender.

It’s no surprise at all when they come up to him, their cute li’l face all serious and determined. They don’t say anything outright, just pretend that they came by to visit the farm, but Conner’s not dumb. There’s a question in their mind and they just can’t find the time to say it.

Now, Conner could let them kick around and never build up the courage or he could save them both some time that could be better spent on some sibling bonding.

“So…” Conner starts. He has to hide his grin when their eyes jump from the laptop on Conner’s bed to Conner himself, like they were barely even paying attention in the first place. “What’s got ya looking all stormy?”