Because of past legal issues, I sometimes trot out the fact that I could be a queen if I wanted to be one, legally, except I have no fellow countrymen and no borders because I have no physical country.
Yep. When I got divorced 15 or so years ago, the judge was much struck by the fact that I was not born in the US or in US territory. He didn't care that I had a US passport, US driver's license, US marriage certificate, US diplomas, US Social Security Card, and US voter ID card.
None of that mattered to him. I was not born in the US and therefore, because I was getting divorced, I had to be deported right this instant.
There was a snag to that, though. I wasn't born in any other country, either, and therefore had no remote claim to citizenship anywhere else.
The judge still wanted to deport me so I retained an immigration attorney, who ended up doing it all pro bono because he thought it was the greatest fun he would ever have as an immigration attorney. He successfully argued that because I was not born within the borders of any country in the world, their territories or embassies, and could not therefore be claimed as a citizen in any other country in the world, I was therefore sovereign of my own nation and needed to be treated with all the due respect, courtesy, and pomp of a sovereign of a foreign country. The US needed to immediately create an embassy for me, we needed to sign treaties, and as an impoverished country with no physical land and no fellow citizens and no national income, that technically made me an impoverished sovereign), the US needed to extend aid to me so I could have all the things a sovereign needed: embassy, land, employees, income, citizens, etc.
The judge could accept that I held dual citizenship in both the US and my own bordeless, landless, citizenless country and allow me to continue to function as a US citizen, as I'd done for the previous (at that time) 50 years of my life with the support of the US, as evidenced by all my official paperwork.
I still, all these years later, haven't decided if the judge's decision was the right one or if I'm happy with it. I feel as if I'm in some sort of twilight existence and now that ICE and DHS are getting so ansty and nasty about what constitutes citizenship, I sometimes wish the judge had chosen Door Number One (I was a sovereign of my own landless, citizenless country) or created a Door Number Three (I was a full citizen of only the US).
But I have this dual citizenship of the US and - nowhere.
I've sometimes called myself a "citizen of the galaxy" (obligatory Heinlein reference), and sometimes I say I'm the Constitutional Matriarch of a country I've arbitrarily named Terra Mer (so I can say I'm a Terra Merican - say it fast).
A friend was obliging enough to create a flag for Terra Mer:
We created a constitution, and national holidays and a cuisine and a few other things, but it languished.
And then I read this article on a color wheel of the Queen of England's outfits. Her color choices are not mine, but her fashion advice to adhere to a monochromatic color scheme is a sound one. Like the Queen of England, I am not tall or thin or young.
I tend to wear turtle necked tops in solid colors and a midcalf skirt (half are prints, the other half are solid colors) with crazy patterned or decorated stockings and a matching beret. I may discard my printed fabric skirts and replace them with skirts of solid colors to match my turtle necked tops. I may make matching skirts and jackets and then contrast those with the turtle necked tops. I think, though, I will keep the crazy stockings. I made some of them myself by gluing lace and ribbon flowers and such to the stockings and they are pretty unique.
I am always willing to consider advice from my peers, and in some convoluted, twisted, American way, I am a peer of the Queen of England, even if she has borders and citizens and I don't.
We shan't let a little thing like borders and citizens spoil a bit of fun.