Albus Dumbledore taught me that fear of the name increases the fear of the thing itself.
That being said…
TRANSSEXUAL TRANSSEXUAL TRANSSEXUAL TRANSSEXUAL TRANSSEXUAL
I am a transsexual. I am also genderfluid*. It keeps life interesting.
Transsexual is a helpful word to articulate that I have taken medical steps to transition from one place to another. I have been diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder. I continue to use the word transsexual despite recent online kerfuffles about it because it accurately conveys to cisgender people what I have done with my body and what I continue to pursue.
To me, transsexual implies movement. Physical change. Transgender feels… too big. For me, it’s too much an umbrella. I need transsexual for it’s specificity. If I tell someone that I am transgender, they might ask, “Well what does that mean to you?” which is totally a fun question. If I say that I am transsexual, I will probably get rude questions about my genitals but at least we have a more solid jumping off point for me to investigate what the fuck this person knows about trans*-land.
Identity labels exist for the specificity of the nature of a person. (‘Cause being trans* is totally natural y’all. And it’s a choice. It’s also a religion, a lifestyle, and an inclusive fuckin’ party where the food is for vegans and omnivores.)
Basically, I am fed up with people asking me about my gender because I have gotten too many rude questions. I like the word transsexual. You may not. We have different opinions about identity politics. We can still respect one another and communicate with tender openness.
*Genderfluid is a nifty word to use to describe the dynamic nature of my gender. My gender is not static. My presentation shifts. My pronoun comfort shifts. Etc.
Anonymous asked: Last night I had a dream in which I was running on a Hogwarts corridor (probably late for a lesson) and this Gryffindor girl was clearly checking me out and she pointed her wand at me and I just felt her looking up how I identified with some sort of a spell and I gave her permission to know it while still running full speed.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yall are having queer hc dreams now this is awesome
A tough Wyoming cowboy who just happens to like blouses
Sissy Goodwin isn’t gay; he’s been married for 45 years and has two adult children. As a young man, he was a rodeo cowboy who rode bulls bareback, a free spirit who never shied away from a fistfight. The former aircraft mechanic loves to drink beer, play golf, throw steaks on the grill.
What sets him apart, he says, is what he calls gender independence: He just likes to do most things in a dress.
A resilient guy living it out in Wyoming, a state he refers to as “the Mississippi of the West” for its disposition toward him, Goodwin has been beaten, arrested and glared at for years - but he continues his defiant dressing habits to this day.
Photos: Mel Melcon / Los Angeles Times
This weekend, do you.
and never stop.
"i am a thousand different characters telling a thousand different versions of the same/different story.
names mean everything. and nothing. sometimes names are the only thing that remind me who i am/supposed to be. remind me that e has no place at work, is still finding that place.”
yes. I have definitely told many stories of myself too. I think I need to spend time very soon re-writing them again (and again).
I have had many moments of “names are nothing!” and it is a relief to see another trans* people write the same thing. but names are also everything, which is important to acknowledge and honour with love and respect forever.
I was looking in an old journal yesterday and found a page where I had written a paragraph of my name. oliveroliveroliver
sometimes I think I will never find a place in this world. which is interesting because I definitely have had many moments of home and safety. yet something still does not feel quite right. maybe I need to move out to find what I need?
and if I don’t find a place in this world, that’s okay. I’ll manage somehow. I’ll be a handsome poet who tours around the continents, offering stories to whoever will listen.
I think it is important to romanticize your own life because not many people will do it for you, if ever. Especially as a queer or trans* person.
‘explore your gender’ is such a good phrase. go on a quest across the lands of gender. fight off evil dysphoria dragons who lurk in dark forests. save a beautiful prince/princess/princex who calls you their hero. and then discover your true gender before returning from your travels with stacks of gold and the heads of all the rude cisboys who dared cross you on your adventure.
navigating my gender and sex presentation feels like this never-ending balancing act of body parts and cloth and accessories, each of which is embedded with gendered and sexed meanings that are subjective and arbitrary and impossible to pin down. And amidst all of that I’m just trying to find ways…
So-ometimes I misgender myself
thanks to brainwashing
So-ometimes I wish I was cis
But what-ifs are not helpful
Gender and I are not friends
Oh no, not friends
But not enemies either cuz
that is too haaaaard
We mostly just side-eye each other
on the bus!
So-ometimes my past is a ghost
and haunts me on the street
making me think I see the old me
but it is not truuuuuue.
So-ometimes I wish I wasn’t
and I could be a squid
a dragon, a mermaid, a gargoyle
because it’s preferable to
being called it
but monsters are called it too
so maybe I will be friends with monsters
instead of being friends with gender
since we mostly just
side-eye each other on the bus!
Okay, I’m trying to figure out what the “opposite of my gender” is.
A cis butch lesbian who rides a motorbike and enjoys vanilla sex?
A macho cis straight man who likes to top in bed?
I dunno, does anyone wanna guess? and I’d love to hear what you think the opposite of your gender is, for all you saturday night tumblr kids who are blogging alone in your bedrooms (me too).
Cute and femme don’t just apply to women, ya’ll.
You can be a furious little genderqueerling and still like things that most people would say are “feminine.” Genderneutral and genderqueer doesn’t need to be “plain” or “masculine” by default, and enjoying or choosing to dress in a way that is seen as feminine or girly isn’t weak or submissive, and anyone who assumes that to be true is a misogynistic piece of shit.
Things that define your gender identity:
- Your feelings, opinions, desires, thoughts, needs, etc
Things that do not define your gender identity:
- The color of your clothes
- The gender of other people who wear clothes like yours
- Whether you sit or stand to pee
- What combination of sexual organs you were born with
- What combination of sexual organs you currently have
- The gender of your romantic partner(s)
- The gender of your sexual partner(s)
- The kinds of sexual activity you enjoy
- Other people’s assumptions
- Other people’s opinions
- I could literally sit here all night and type up this shit
- But I am going to sleep now ok
This is a big deal.
The violinist and I are really fucking struggling to come up with a gender-neutral variation of “fangirl” / “fanboy” and “fan” just doesn’t communicate the intensity of the Violinist’ fanness SO PLEASE PLEASE what do you guys think should be the gender neutral variation?