If you've read other gender discover stories before (including, for example, the previous part of my own), you might be expecting stories about fae genders to follow a similar arc. A journey that starts with suspicions of not being cis, an epiphany of discovery followed by further exploration, and a convenient conclusion, tied up with a neat little bow, of living a more authentic life in a new equilibrium (true "happily ever after" optional).
I do not have such simple stories about gender to offer to you.
If you've read other stories about otherwordly fae (often, nowadays, conflated with marketable faeries), you might be expecting stories about fae genders to follow a miniature arc. Events involving small, winged, magical humanoids, sometimes playing pranks on humans, sometimes hiding away from them, leading to a happy conclusion, tied up with a neat little bow, of the fairies returning to their own realm or enjoying the human realm, having enriched the lives of the humans they encountered (depictions from the fae point of view optional).
I do not have such simple stories about fae to offer to you.
Stories about fae attributes and their associated genderfeels inherently refuse to be molded and tied up into neat little things for passive consumption. Fae, like me, have a deep understanding of the importance of stories (as, after all, a name is ultimately a shorthand label for a life story), along with their irreducible complexity. So, instead of giving you simple answers to be neatly integrated into a status quo, here are some stories bound up in fae attributes, each one individually relatable to humans, perhaps, but with a sum total that is distinctly inhuman.