Not Your Poster Child

CONTENT WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS DETAIED DESCRIPTIONS OF INTERNALIZED TRANSPHOBIA & INTENTIONAL MISGENDERING

“Transsexual embodiment, like the embodiment of the monster, places its subject in an unassimilable, antagonistic, queer relationship to a Nature in which it must nevertheless exist.”  â€“ Susan Stryker

A human is born
A life has begun
Is it a boy or a girl?
You must pick one

“It’s a girl!” they exclaim,
Teeming with joy.
But what if that human
Is really a boy?

“Sit like a lady” they say,
Your knees must touch;
“Just put on the dress” they said,
“Stop making a fuss.”

Tomboy! Tomboy! Tomboy!
It’s all she hears.
Losing her femininity
Is something she fears.

Fear of losing the attention,
The praise and the love,
So she puts on clothes
That fit her like a glove.

She grows her hair out
Year after year,
Because deep inside her
Is the fear

That one day they’ll call her
A tomboy again,
And she’ll lose her femininity
Before she really can

Grapple with the fact
That she’s not a girl,
And that this gender façade
Makes her want to hurl.

Until age fifteen,
She puts on an act,
Until she knows
For a fact

That this act
No longer works.
Inside her,
This feeling lurks.

But he knows his body
Will never conform
To social ideals
And so he’s torn.

Does he put in the effort
To be seen?
(And what does that
Even mean?)

It means he struggles
Day in and out,
And his mind
Is filled with doubt.

Transness is beautiful,
Transness is great;
But as a trans man,
I’m filled with hate.

I’m tired of keeping quiet
With nowhere to speak up,
I’ve hereby decided
I don’t give a fuck.

Political correctness
Gets you nowhere in life;
I’m not a poster child,
I don’t determine what’s right.

I’m allowed to be human,
I’m allowed to make mistakes.
I’m now living my life,
And I refuse to wait.

My Transmasc Experience with Discontinuous Unity

I was socialized as a girl and had to learn to undo the thinking and processes that held me back from being myself as since I was taught to fit in the role of “girl” from a young age. I was a performer in ballet and Irish Dance, and praised as a good one at that by both adults and my peers. Simultaneously, I became an expert at performing my assigned gender. That’s what my life was, dance and being a girl and a daughter and a niece and a sister– and femme. I didn’t know any different. I didn’t see myself as being able to be any different. I only did, said, dressed, and convinced myself to feel like a “girl” would. I had played so far into being a “girl” that I completely disconnected with my body and lost myself. I never considered who I wanted to be. The modality of femininity, ‘Discontinuous Unity,’ observed by Iris Mariam Young in “Throwing Like a Girl” perfectly describes how I felt in my adolescence with femininity. I felt like I was constantly in a spotlight– viewed by a crowd I couldn’t see, critiqued for not pointing my feet enough, and convinced my body must play the role of “girl” correctly.

It was years until I realized that I had been struggling with internal homophobia and transphobia. It was okay for others to be LGBTQ+, but not for myself? The convincing wasn’t good enough though, because as the world around me crumbled with my first sense of self-realization, I saw that nonbinary lesbian inside of me. It took me 16 years to understand that I wasn’t straight, and another 3 to realize I wasn’t a part of the gender binary. Those last 3 years were the toughest. Validating myself was one of the hardest things I’ve done and continue to do daily. It feels so crazy looking back and sometimes it feels so unequivocally dumb that I couldn’t find myself and still doubt myself, but this is what happened to me and I’m still trying to accept it. I see a sense of femininity still lingering in the jewelry I wear, my short hair that I can’t ever seem to like even when it’s an inch from my head, and the mannerisms I can’t seem to shake. I hope to use these parts of me to empower myself rather than promote disunity of my mind and body. This has been my personal journey from “Discontinuous Unity” to “Ambiguous Transcendence,” where I can freely be myself regardless of others’ views of me.

TLDR; Society pushed me into a role without my consent that led me to disassociate and play pretend as a straight girl until I learned I had free will.

Trans Doubt and Acceptance (9/25)


TW: dysphoria

I am trans… or am I??? Part of me knows that I undeniably am. I have had dysphoria for years, although I did not know what dysphoria was or even what being transgender meant. But even still, that tiny voice in the back of my mind likes to sow seeds of doubt in my thoughts. Maybe it’s denial, internalized transphobia, fear, or some other mix of emotions.

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