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cosmerelists · 11 months

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The Rules of the Cosmere

And by “rules,” I mean tropes that crop up repeatedly in Sanderson’s books, that one could consider “rules” in a nonserious, please-don’t-take-this-too-seriously type way.

Spoilers for pretty much all of the Cosmere!

1. Don’t feed the children

As seen in: Elantris, Oathbringer, Warbreaker

If you see a hungry, homeless child in a Sanderson book and you’re tempted to, say, give them food--don’t! Raoden tried that. And the poor child was horribly mangled by the men who wanted that food. Shallan tried it. And it turned out the child was being coerced into accepting the food by gang leaders--who ended up killing the child. Vivenna didn’t exactly feed them willingly, but the urchins did, like, beat her and steal her food while she was living on the street. So that wasn’t great.

Exception that proves the rule: Stump. She fed lots of orphaned children, and she was only almost killed. So the message is: if you want to feed the children, have a Lift around to protect you.

2. Once Marriage is On The Table, Breakups Don’t Really Happen

As seen in: Mistborn Era 1, Mistborn Era 2, Stormlight Achives, Elantris, Warbreaker

Once characters get to the point of marriage, be they engaged or in an arranged marriage or just solidly A Thing, it is rare for them to break up. Sometimes a breakup is floated--like when Adolin told Shallan she could go ahead and leave him for Kaladin or when there was Wax/Steris tension or when Zane tried to break up Vin and Elend--but in the end, the original relationship tends to hold strong. Siri and Susebron were married before they had even met, but they ended up happy together. Even “death” couldn’t stop Sarene and Raoden’s engagement--Sarene did try to marry someone else, to be fair, but that second marriage did not actually happen and the original marriage reigned supreme.

Exception that proves the rule: Elend’s first engagement did not work out. Vin killed the fiancée. So it is slightly riskier to be engaged if you’re not a viewpoint character, if you’re secretly evil...or if you’re in Vin’s way.

Although...did Elend and Shan actually break up, or was their engagement only canceled by Shan’s death? I guess either way, it didn’t work out!

3. Your enemy will save you...if the sexual tension is high enough

As seen in: Elantris, Rhythm of War

Perhaps appearing in two books isn’t quite enough to call this a rule...but if I had a nickel, etc. Hrathen was Sarene’s enemy...but in the end, he kinda fell for her and ended up killing himself to save her. And in a strangely similar manner, Raboniel used her dying moments to save Navani...after Navani was the one to kill her. Then there’s Lewshi and Kaladin--neither sacrificed themselves to save the other, thank goodness, but Lewshi does help save Kaladin and/or his men on several occasions and their romantic tension is off the charts.

Exception that proves the rule: Even sexual tension doesn’t seem to be enough for Moash to not try to drive Kaladin to suicide.

4. Your fave is (accidentally) queer

As seen in: Stormlight Archive, Mistborn

Sanderson has a tendency to write characters that he innocently believes to be straight...until readers point out how incredibly not-straight they are. Take Shallan, who is as bi as the day is long--which Sanderson admitted, I believe, once it was pointed out to him. Veil is canonically into women, at any rate. And Sanderson has said that both Shallan & Adolin would be open to adding Kaladin as a third, so Adolin is presumably bi as well, to no one’s surprise. Many readers--me included--read Kaladin as some flavor of ace, although again, that seems to be unintentional, canonically speaking. There’s also Lewshi, a woman inhabiting a male body, whose transness is not really talked about as such but is very present. And in Mistborn, there’s Wayne and his gender-fluid SO MeLaan, a queer relationship that I don’t think is ever really identified as such.

And yes, there are also canonical queer characters in actual queer relationships, but so many more seem to be accidentally queer.

Exception that proves the rule: Sanderson insists that Moash is canonically straight...somehow.

5. Don’t trust the underling priest!

As seen in: Way of Kings, Warbreaker, Elantris

If there are suspicious things going on, look no further than your nearest, seemingly loyal underling priest. In Way of Kings it was Kabsal, who turned out to be an assassin. In Warbreaker, the seemingly helpful and awkward Bluefingers tried to sacrifice Siri on an altar. And in Elantris, while Hrathen never exactly trusted Dilaf, he did believe that he had him handled...which turned out to be a mistake, and Dilaf ended up being one of the big bads. The big bad? It’s been a while since I read Elantris.

Exception that prove the rule: Kadash seems like a good dude. I will be genuinely shocked if he tries to, like, murder Dalinar or something.

6. Hoid is there

As seen in: All of them.

Hoid has a supernatural ability to be present at all important moments in the Cosmere, so he can expect to find him in whatever book you’re reading. If there actually are Cosmere Rules, this would have to be one of them.

Exception that proves the rule: I don’t think he’s in all of the Arcanum Unbounded stories--like Shadow for Silence or Sixth of Dusk. So maybe if your story is short enough, you can escape Hoid?

It could be the only way.

#cosmerelists #cosmere #stormlight archive #warbreaker #elantris #arcanum unbounded

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tdbowie · 6 months

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For the character asks… Millie and Heather ^^?

- @sceathered

millie!!!!!!!💞💞

Sexuality Headcanon: she's a lesbian <3

Gender Headcanon: nonbinary millie is very real 2 me..... she goes through the "not like other girls" to "not a girl, actually" pipeline. i believe this. nonbinary lesbian millie they're just like me fr (totally not projecting)

A ship I have with said character: prillie 🔛🔝 but also!! every potential millie dynamic is interesting to me. she needs to get her yuri on next season fr... love the idea of axelmillie because of their joint autism slay. emma/julia/nichelle and millie would be interesting because the former three are at least somewhat famous in one way or another, while millie is just some guy :] influencer gf x has never seen a marvel movie gf. ouughhahs millie needs to talk to more than 2 people next season im going crazy insane

A BROTP I have with said character: the obvious answer is priya, but i also wanna say damien! ripper voice they're NERDS. they should nerd out together!! the dynamics i talked about in the ship question also apply here!

A NOTP I have with said character: chase probably <3 millie should study him under a microscope i think

A random headcanon: she deffo makes sims of people in her real life. sim millie and sim priya are married and have 2.5 beautiful sim children and a beautiful home and they're rich and successful. she puts sim chase in a pool and takes away the ladder (i hope this is accurate to the sims i never get past character creation) also!! i think she'd like minecraft <3

General Opinion over said character: character of all time........ i mean. she wanted uppies. her design is one of my favourites ever. her lesbianism AND autism levels are off the charts. i promise i'm not biased or anything i like millie and all the non millie reboot characters equally!! i love millie sm 5 more seasons of millie

heather >:)

Sexuality Headcanon: that's a lesbian.....

Gender Headcanon: heather is transed gender and she transitioned early on. tgirl heather my beloved <3 transfem h-bombs is canon 2 me

A ship I have with said character: as a kid i remember being so so obsessed with aleheather in world tour so they'll always have a special place in my heart<3 every heather ship is so good though. lesheather, heathney, gweather, joeather, sceather.... the list goes on bc she's such a good character !!

A BROTP I have with said character: i wish we had seen more leshawna/heather friendship (or frenemy ship) post tda. i'm glad heather got put in her place😌 but after that!! what!! in my dream all stars season leshawna and heather make an alliance after the merge and they absolutely dominate before heather gets voted off (leshawna is a finalist) i NEED fanon toxic lesheather enemies to frenemies yuri i NEED it

A NOTP I have with said character: duncan.... no elaboration just duncan

A random headcanon: i like to think heather hung out with chef in the cockpit more than any of the other contestants :) i think they shit talked abt everybody in that plane, especially chris. this is entirely based off of the bit in "come fly with us" where heathers like do you even know how to fly this thing?? when she's up in the front w chef

General Opinion over said character: heather is like. the total drama character ever. world tour was the best season because it was HER season!!! i wish she was bald again in all stars, it would've fixed everything.

#thanks for sending in an ask!!!^_^#i love millie and heather. explodes #my post #long post #😭

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mag200 · 2 years

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No way you’re getting top surgery in 16 days and I’m getting it done on the 15th. The synergy between me n you rn is off the charts. We transing OUR genders TOGETHER

BROOOO CONGRATS <3 SUMMER OF GENDER

#I LOVE THIS #neekssunshine #answered

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otacringe · 1 year

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i don’t think we talk enough about how funny and accurate it is that viktor had back-to-back queer awakenings. like imaging falling in love with a cool milf and realizing you’re mspec and then transing your gender immediately afterwards. his swag is off the charts.

#moony speaks #dumbrellas

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pcketdmnsion · 2 months

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dumb thing to rant about here but

fairies vs walrus.

culturally, it may in fact be less surprising for a fairy to knock on someone’s door.

reason one: they may believe in fairies which are like humans.

reason two: fairies are painted as everyday aspects of the cultures which espoused belief in them.

in fact, by questioning these cultural beings, you may find yourself seeing the world in total absolutes. black and white. cold and lacking in grays. that then becomes your cultural /social perception.

like maybe you concede that purely from a scientific standpoint, sex is a spectrum, but gender is not. maybe you rail against this new “nonbinary” “genderless” “xenogender” umbrella, asserting that only science can dictate human behavior and by extension, only that documented in the domain of this hard cold science that you cling to is correct and mandatory. CULTURE is not something that you can just read off charts or test with monitors. it exists in the mind and the body and dare i say, the conscience or spirit inhabiting us.

let me further state that this knife’s edge perception has proven dangerous to third gender individuals and communities. you need to leave gray area, or your vision will tunnel.

people have imposed their beliefs. their binary of sex and gender and claimed that our brains carry the mental blueprint of manhood or womanhood. this is, by the way, a huge misconception (not even well-supported by science). they argue that third gender people are nonexistent and non-essential. we are seen as myths. we are dismissed.

may i reiterate that this way of thinking is deadly: medicalist takes on transness have worsened the perceptions of individuals in the trans community. people ground their hatred in science and argue that the earth is just an overgrown space rock. people bicker and throw chairs over the longevity and detailed accounts of indigenous community members whose oral traditions (we have always been here. horses were here before europeans. we didn’t hunt everything to extinction. it is not pristine wilderness.) are largely ignored by scientists to favor narratives perceived as thusly infallible and restricting.

a: people have been in the americas for more than 40,000 years. people have been in oceania for more than 65,000 years.

b: horses migrated far from their sources, remained cultural memories when they died out, and were well-received by natives.

c: the overkill hypothesis is one of the most egregious claims to show its face, claiming that the people of this region were indiscriminate slaughterers of meat-bearing animals. /as would be the attitude of people whose ancestors shot all the bison./

d: it has been largely debunked that the world was only wild, unshaped by human hands in remote forests where the natives had been extirpated for some time. traces of the past wherein these people partook in the domestication and forest agriculture have only begun to be embraced by science.

the walrus is known to most. yes. but unlike these widespread believed beings, it’s geographic range is restricted to the polar regions of the northern oceans. therefore, it is more surprising to see the latter in places where it is not seen frequently, if at all.

i am team less surprised by a walrus, simply because i don’t have a belief in fairies. it does not make me right or wrong.

rant over… 🎤

#qillqaq.txt

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c0llar · 3 months

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gonna just post what i was gonna post on main over here bc i'm too scared.

bf sent me a fantasy of his where i basically hypno tf him into a fat transfem so he can service top me and like. i haven't been able to think straight all day about it. my period is already ruining my fucking life and now i'm being upstaged in kinkiness by someone who didn't care abt sex at all until they started hooking up with me. it's such an ego boost and i'm obsessed with it and i've been writing erotica abt it all day and like... i love that this is where my life is at so much. i love him, i love gender fuckery and transness, i just love that i've stopped trying to abstain from indulgence, like that's what life's all about... also i'm SLOWLY convincing him to draw actual Porn Porn with penetration and genitalia and that's going to make me insufferable

pretend this is the tags. ok the thing that i think makes this even more insane to me is that he's transmasc. so the gender fuckery is absolutely off the charts on this one and i'm obsessed with it. this is what allyship looks like!!

#mae barks

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terrisartwork · 11 months

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how 2 reveal that you're transgender

so you walk up to someone and you're like "hey, i'm transgender. i want to be a girl and i always felt this way and the repression of such a thing is a massive source of anxiety to me." and the other person is like "cool, i'll support you with that. in fact, i'll help you be able to attain the changes that you want to make you feel more like yourself." everything goes okay, all that anxiety, whoof, gone.

[no wait, turns out that the world isn't like that, uh.]

now it turns out that if you reveal this to someone then they're like "a-wahhhhhh!" like that one guy out of jaws (1975), and then some people are like "wait, how do we explain this. hang on. this confronts my views of gender so much, actually. wah?" so then it turns out that you're now a part of a satanic conspiracy theory or something, or where it turns out, turns out that you're transness has so many other causes other than just it being a thing. what is transgender really? then you listen to a bunch of perversely sympathetic statements by people who have now declared themselves experts on transness!

the person is like "i'm okay with my boys playing with dolls as long as they're boys but then this person comes in, didn't even play with dolls that much as a child, and now they're like "oh i want to transform into a girl, i realised that this was a massive source of anxiety." nonsense!" and now you have to go through trials to really prove it. i mean it's self-evident to you but now you have to prove it. turns out that you were not transgender this entire time but that... you're something else, what could that be? so now this doctor is all like "hmm, yes. this juxtaposition that i will become obsessed with regarding transgender women. i think this entire time i should call them a guy. hmm, yes." and yeah, you know.

doctor pulls out a chart condescendingly explaining basic sex ed to you. "now." the doctor says. "men produce sperm and women get pregnant. this is how our society is structured. here, you should take this book. it will really help you. it's called jordan peterson's 12 rules of life and it argues that society naturally produces these structures in society, and now you're going against it through post-modernism. yes. i mean, why would anyone want to become a woman. my wife is a woman and she is sooooo unhappy with me." people just don't understand the basics, the reductive! i mean why?

okay, now, turns out your whole experiences are pseudoscientific according to this doctor, but if you're a good girl, maybe he will see you along your way into becoming transgender yourself. shit, uh, actually, you need to be able to cater towards whatever anxieties come up. this is a very pressing matter at hand. what if there was a transgender woman nurse for instance? have you ever thought about that. have you ever thought about THEIR agency. nevermind that i'm badly violating yours. that's just a price to pay if you want to get what you want. after all, i don't value these so-called 'trans-activists' i value these folk that are like "oh baby, i love your imposition and i can take it and secretly i don't actually hate you for the amount of bs that i put you through." if someone wants something then... [i'm such a nice person] turns out that they should give me something back in exchange for that. that's just how i roll. after all i'm generous.

[after spending months/years on waiting lists.]

off, turns out that we can't give you these hormones that you wanted. i know it's like uh kind of just menopause medication but uh.... it's complicated. now i am no doubt sympathetic to your plight and i admire your bravery, your courage, but you need to understand that i can't just help you with something that's clear and self-evident to you.

[you walk back home quiet/dejected]

now you are just scrolling through the internet and every single trans story is a sensationalistic gossip piece. what if there was a transgender barista at starbucks? george orwell was right!!! it's now everywhere. turns out that you're like literally the only trans person that certain people know and uh, we can't have people who experience messy feelings of that nature. see, i love self-actualised transgender people and nobody ever is allowed to feel insecure on my watch, or allowed to be frustrated at how society imposes on people.

we'll just make you so terrified to actually exist, and then every single day will just be a constant battle not only with your brain but about speculative paranoia over how shitty people can be. like what if you purchased a dr. pepper from a small shop up on the hill? what then? how can society cope with someone who decided that they wanted to become a girl? what then? see, we're not actually going to confront ourselves and we're just going to allow all this speculative bs to fill in the inexplicable and then uh... okay, why am i no longer in good company with this person anymore? explain that! must be the ideologies at work!

[you then meet a girl who is like "awwwww, that's so cute and sweet. you can be whatever you want to be." and you just feel so warm inside like oh my god, finally someone (more or less) gets it. i dunno, i'll take it, lol. but i wish it was just more like this, goddamnit.]

Remember folks, if anyone gives you shit for being transgender and sees it fundamentally as a bad thing, it helps if you're totally incredulous towards what they have to say. It should be a beautiful thing to reveal but some folks will not take it and will just turn it around themselves, treating it as inexplicable whenever they face consequences from it. Just remember not to put any value in what these people have to say!

[easier said than done, shit, like all trans stuff, lol.]

(a thorny depiction of trans experiences! what? how could it be?)

legit flinching with this fear of alienating people with every word that i say about this. you made me that way!

#trans #vent #transgender

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kittymeow180 · 1 year

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ikr 💀 she's got a track record dating back to when she was 11 (2014) and it's so fucking funny bc she's always seemed to hate other trannies and thinks she's the only good one, she's extremely anti-feminist and actively threatens gruesome shit to adult radfems but seems to think radfems under 18 can't think for themselves and aren't really radfems, just csa victims like her internalized misogyny is off the charts. she also seems to hold the belief that transes under 18 aren't really trans & doing it for attention/groomed into it as well so at least she's consistent lmfao

THATS SO FUNNY truscums are a whole different breed like she really do be trying to be like the conservative anti sjw men despite them not liking her either, kalvin garrah mfs. shes trying to replicate the redditor incel anti sjw fedora men which is interesting compared to all the tra femboys atleast LMFAO im half expecting her to make a post about how she doesnt wipe either to be a more realistic male

#ask

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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ascendance - 01

PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: violence, dark themes, age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37)

SUMMARY: she was at the wrong place at the wrong time and a misunderstanding dooms her to a life as an ascendance card under the watch of the executer.

A/N: i’m so excited to go back to my mob writing roots with this one. there’s a bit of a few twists and changes to the traditional mob writing i’ve done before and i am really excited to be sharing chapter one with you. hope you enjoy it xx

> NEXT CHAPTER

The ambience was dark, badly lit by the yellow flickering lights in the halls with echoes of the buzzing of the hot old light bulbs. There was no sound but that buzz and the heavy sound of his boots hitting the rotting wood floor boards. The scent in the air was putrid, a mix of what seemed like life meeting its end stage, cheap cider and weed. It was definitely different and he didn’t trust it.

At the end of the corridor there it was. 107. The 107th flat in purgatory with the door slightly opened. He pushed the door open, the smell getting more intense and his boots sticky with the liquor spilled on the floor.

- What did you do? - each word was punctuated with intense disbelief, as if this was all a nightmare.

- Bucky, help me!

PRESENT

The wind brushed and pulled her hair into different directions as she stepped off the train’s step. She rushed through the streets of New York, hair pin stuck in the middle of her teeth as she fought the winds to try and set her hair into an appropriate hair do while running down the street at the same time. The chattering people and the sun peaking through the clouds was hopeful as she grabbed her coffee from the same vendor off the side street as her eyes gazed upon the Metropolitan Opera House which had been gracing the New York landscape for longer than she had been on this earth and now she was part of it, she was a small speck in an almost 60 year long history.

Her smiled widened as her sneakers hit the pavement, eyes gazing over the fountain and the flags of the production coming down from the opera house’s arches. The same production she was part off. Sure, she was a chorus girl but the mere thought of singing on that stage, of watching that public in those red velvet seats under the chandelier just made it all more exciting. She walked inside the theatre through the stage door, meeting the manager at the door.

- Hi. - she leaned her hands against the desk where the manager was surrounded by attendance and cast sheets as well as a big laptop shining a blue light onto her face. The woman didn’t even look up, instead putting up a board with the names of all people in the production in front of her. - Do you need to see my ID?

- Just sign in front of your name.

Y/N giddily looked at the list of names, hers closer to the bottom but there, written in bold Arial font. She signed her name in front of her printed one with the barely working pen, before pinning it over the board and handing it over to the manager who pointed inside the opera theatre. She held onto her gym bag harshly, padding the sublime floors and looking around with such wonder one would believe she’d never been here. She’d been here before, she was here every month to watch a performance but now she was not guest, she was not just another person walking in with a ticket, she was part of it, she was part of the show. After years of doing community plays, workshops and failed auditions, she had gotten here and suddenly all those days spent in bed feeling miserable in bed after getting rejected yet again didn’t matter anymore she was here.

Her eyes glanced at every tiny little ornament in the opera house until she entered the theatre room. Her heart filled with joy and happy nostalgia as the red and golden tones of the room involved her. There wasn’t anyone in the theatre yet except for a few musicians from the instrumental pit and some cleaners so she was free to roam around. Her fingers traced the suede velvet of the red seats, finding a few missing binoculars on the grounds but not really caring.

- You! - she whipped her head towards the voice which came from a woman, probably in her mid 40s all dressed in black with a gold name tag slightly above her left breast.

- Hi. - Y/N smiled, extending her hand towards the woman. - I’m Y/N, I’m the new ...

- I don’t care, we need silk ribbons, now.

- Oh, I ... I’m new, I don’t know where I’d get silk ribbons, m’am.

- The costume room? Go, stop looking at me as if you were Bambi and go.

- Oh, okay.

She made her way hastily out of the theatre room wondering how she was going to find silk ribbons, where she was going to find them and why she had to find them. Maybe it was a hazing ritual for new people, after all, she had been into various hazings during her career, including downing a whole bottle of honey which she couldn’t even finish, only eating one fourth of it before becoming nauseous.

She stopped in the middle of the hall, wondering where the costume room could be. It couldn’t be on the top floor, that was usually where the bars and common rooms were so if the building followed regular construction protocols for opera houses, it was probably on the underground section of the house where the dressing rooms used to be. Y/N ventured into the lift, pressing the lowest number on the number chart of the panel until she reached the underground floor. Y/N looked around, people running in and out yet no one stopped whenever she tried to question where the costume room was. She had managed to find the costume shop but no luck finding the costume room until she was pretty much pressed against a dark door with those exact words by the passing crowd.

She twisted the knob of the costume room door, tumbling onto the dark room as a result. The room was filled to the brim with costumes on each side of the room, a plexiglass divider between the two sides which stopped every meter or so and also appeared to be divided onto female and male costumes with the ensemble costumes at the back. She padded across the concrete floors, looking through dresses and accessories for ribbons but no successful attempt. The ruffling from the other side of the room had her turning around, forehead furrowed as she walked towards the plexiglass divider.

- Hello? - she questioned, wondering if there was someone in this room who could help her find silk ribbons. Great, she had barely joined the company and was already screwing up. Great, Y/N. Way to go, Y/N.

She saw someone all dressed in black just like the women before, yet there seemed to be something which didn’t match up; black jeans, black shirt and black leathe jacket as well as a pair of also black boots, scruffed and probably entirely too old to still be holding up together. Her eyes caught his which despite the low almost non existent light of the costume room, were light, a sort of greyish blue like the calm sea before of storm. His gaze pulled hers in, like gravity and she couldn’t help but clutch the jacket next to her as a bad feeling along with something she’d never felt before settled in her stomach.

His hair was mostly pushed back yet the ones which framed his face fell like dominos. She moved along the side where she was to one of the plexiglass gaps and he did the same still maintaining eye contact with her, until the two reached the gap. She didn’t notice she was holding her breathe in until she breathed out.

- Hi. - her own hand gripped her wrist, shoe grinding against the floors. - Uhm, I’m new here and this lady sent me down to find some silk ribbons but I can’t find any. Do you ...

- I... uh ... I don’t know where they are. - he faltered for a few seconds before regaining his posture.

- Oh, I thought since you were here, you might be one of the stage managers.

- I’m not. - his tone was monotonous, almost as if he had the answer to her question before she even made it.

- Oh ... - she rubbed her neck. - Are you also looking for silk ribbons?

- I’m looking for the dressing rooms, actually.

- They’re down the hall. - she pointed at the door as if it was the “down the hall”. - Hum ... Are you new here too?

- Yeah. Thanks. - he walked towards the door, opening it and stepping out before catching her gaze once again.

Y/N remained in the middle of the room as if she were in a transe and maybe she was. It felt like she was falling yet she was firm on her feet and she did not like that feeling. She did not like that feeling of falling, it wasn’t feeling, it was hopeless falling and she wondered why looking at a man who looked like an 80′s glam rock reject made her feel like that, so lost. Maybe it was the respect he appeared to command by merely looking at her or maybe it was the nerves about being new and not being able to find some goddamn silk ribbons. Damn it.

- Call for 30 minutes before dress rehearsal. - the voice came from the intercom and immediately her mind dropped the idea of finding silk ribbons and moved to finding the ensemble dressing room and get dressed and ready. Damn it, this was going well.

She rushed down the hall, bag almost slipping off her shoulder until she saw the door with the ensemble plaque on it. The young woman peaked inside the room where pretty much everyone with a role on the ensemble were already sat down. She shyly walked in the middle row until she found her own little corner, her name written on a sticker on the mirror along with photos of how the makeup should be done as well as how to get the costume in correctly. The same goofy smile returned as she sat down and saw her name above her. It was fine, she was here, she was part of a company.

- Hey you’re new. - the girl next to her twirled her chair to face her. She already had her makeup on and hair pinned curled up and ready to put a wig cap on. - I’m Elliot but people call me Elle.

- Y/N, I’m the new chorus girl. First day.

- Aw, welcome. - she had a bright smile, inviting and almost as exciting as the whole experience of being there. - Do you want help pincurling your hair? I can get it done while you do your makeup.

- Yes, please. - she pulled out a big box from her bag which had all her makeup and pins.

Elle started pin curling her hair up while she put an inappropriate amount of blush on which was just appropriate to get on stage under the bright yellow lights. Turns out half the practice for opera is learning to do your makeup under bright yellow lights and then learning to sing. 10 minutes to rehearsal start, she was along with Elle going down and up to the main stage where most dancers were warming up. Elle left her to do so, leaving Y/N once again to just stand there, looking around like a little sheep in the middle of wolves.

- I’ve never seen you around. - her shoulders almost went up as he turned to see one of the principal sopranos, if not the principal soprano. She had seen all of her shows ever since she was a teenager and she had even wrote an essay for university on her for a module. Catherine Vargas, the best New York could offer, if not the best the world could offer. - I didn’t know they were still casting dancers.

- Oh, I’m a chorus girl, Mrs Vargas.

- A chorus girl? - she furrowed her brows at her, looking her up and down. - What type?

- The type who ... is in the back with the ensemble. - her voice lowered at least a few volumes down, back curved as if she were bowing.

- I know what chorus girls do. I asked what vocal type.

- Lyric soprano, m’am.

- A lyric soprano in the chorus. Interesting. Where did you train?

- Julliard, m’am.

- Julliard? - she looked her up and down again. - That is a great school. What is a Julliard graduate doing in the chorus line?

- Everyone starts somewhere. - she laughed nervously, scratching her arm as she did so.

- Not a lyric soprano from Julliard. Composers sure do love an ingenue, don’t they? Don’t worry, a few months with me and you’ll be supporting.

- That’s ... that’s really kind, Mrs. Vargas. Thank you.

- Don’t thank me. Could you get me some honey from my dressing room? I’m feeling a bit strained.

- It’s 5 minutes until rehearsal starts.

- It’s okay, chorus normally doesn’t do much during rehearsal. Can you get it?

- Yeah, I think so.

She straightened her crinkled skirt, looking behind her back before going down the stairs which led down to the dressing rooms. This was good, right? Getting into one of the main star’s good graces besides she was right, the chorus didn’t really get much attention during rehearsals, at least not as much as the main characters. It’s easier to get away with screwing up in the back than in the front, her teacher would tell her which would always earn a few laughs from her colleagues. Yet, Y/N hated to make any mistakes. She would stay up all night in front of a cheap piano she had bought from a charity shop, playing and singing the same 5 note progression until her flatmate yelled at her to shut up. For her, if it wasn’t perfect and if she didn’t get any criticism while performing it, she hadn’t done it right. It didn’t matter at the end of the day but what did matter was to climb up the ladder. She didn’t want to be a star, all she wanted was to be able to be on that stage forever with the spotlight shining on her and she knew there was only one way to climb up. Actually there were two, extreme luck and connections. Now, she didn’t have the best of luck so her major choice was to make connections and reach that status.

She made her way into the principal dressing room. It was probably one of the biggest she had ever seen, with expensive decor and various flowers covering it. She wondered how many flowers she received on opening nights if that was the number she had on regular days. Y/N made her way to the desk, opening drawers and more drawers to find honey until she found it on the lowest drawn. She went down on her knees to grab it, mindless and careless to everything that was happening until she felt a sharp pain on the side of her her.

Then everything went dark.

TAGLIST: @lookiamtrying @buckyswillows @blossomslibrary @juliesland @iloveshawnieboi @unmagically

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scriptlgbt · 3 years

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I have a character who was on T as a fully grown young adult for 6 full years then went off it forever. What would they look like? Feminine face/body fat, deep voice, masculine (but slightly thinner?) facial/body hair, enlarged bottom growth?? Any other lingering masculinity? What would happen to all their muscles? They gained 20 pounds of muscles on T before they stopped T but continued going to the gym. They still have an ovary but no uterus so no periods.

First, I want to steer you away from describing the body parts of trans people as masculine or feminine. Not only is it misgendering, it buys into a lot of cissexist baggage about what qualifies as a "feminine" or "masculine" body. Like, what do you mean when you say "feminine face"? What, specifically, are you referring to exactly? Using specific wording about what you actually mean also better communicates an idea. It's much better than relying on the assumption that what you personally think to be "feminine" is what the next person considers to be so.

To get to your actual question:

I would google "temporary and permanent effects of testosterone" for this.

There are a lot of really good sources for this online, including charts about what the expected timeline is for different changes to kick in.

I don't know if the timeline works the same in reverse (as in, amount of time it takes on T for something to happen, meaning that amount of time would be needed for reversal). And it's kind of hard to tell, after going off T, what is attributable to residual T in your system vs something that would still be there without it.

The temporary stuff usually switches back, though it might be not the same as before. For example, muscle gain might be hitting a renaissance whilst on T, but once off it, it's not like they'll lose it overnight. Generally bottom growth is also permanent, but being estrogen-dominant (which may not be the case, for reasons I'll cover) may shrink it a little. Probably not enough to notice though.

I would also ask whether your character had their gonads (ovaries etc) removed as part of their hysterectomy. If they did, they likely will have some symptoms of low testosterone/estrogen. The biggest one I know off the top of my head is having really low energy, but I know it can fuck with libido as well. Having low to no estrogen and testosterone would be like being on hormone blockers. You'd have no B.O. as well.

It's usually recommended medically that we have estrogen and/or testosterone in our bodies, but you won't die without either. People get gonads removed all the time for reasons unrelated to transness and while some of them do go on HRT, some don't. It's really up to the individual.

- mod nat

#mod nat #trans #trans: bodies #medical #hormones #testosterone #hrt #hormone blockers

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veldian · 3 years

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tell us more of ur think tank hcs i personally am at the edge of my seat

HELL YEAH ALRIGHT HERE WE GO. some of these might be against canon in some way but that's your fault for trusting me with this

ALSO, AS USUAL, I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE. THIS GOT VERY LONG. when i think about the tanks i go fuckin wild with it

starting with pride headcanons to get the ball rolling

all the tanks are nonbinary, but additionally, dala is a trans woman and 0 is a trans man

8 hates gender he fucking hates it. every day he wakes up and says "today i will make gender my bitch" and then he does. he says this in the game too you just don't know cuz he only speaks in static (don't factcheck this)

if you ask 8 what pronouns she uses, they will shrug and give you a "i dunno" noise. sometimes it'll make a non-committal hand movement and some unintelligible noises. good luck

god this bitch (borous) is gay! good for him! good for him.

he's also intersex! i don't remember where we got that hc but i like it and im holding onto it

okay but borous calls himself bi because yeah Men, but he also loves dala very much and doesn't want to misgender her. also as previously stated, 8's main goal is to confuse everyone about their gender so the tanks all stick with mspec labels to be on the safe side. you never know what'll happen. gender is a ticking time bomb

bi gang: klein, borous, 0

pan gang: dala, mobius

don't ask her about any of her identities she doesn't know the answer either: 8

have i gone off about polytank dynamics enough? i don't think so

8 and dala started dating first because horny bitches gravitate towards each other. they can also "pass" as a "straight couple" so hopefully no one at work will look at them and call them slurs. hopefully

klein and borous knocked things out of the park for being the first gay scientists ever

8 and dala became polyam icons and pulled 0 in. trans bitches gravitate towards each other

klein and borous did the same with mobius. bitches with facial hair gravitate towards each other

???????

idk and then all six of them started dating somehow. the end

somewhere along the way klein and 8 were like "i like you a little too much" and now they're inseparable

okay anyway. misc hcs

ive mentioned this before but when i pretend everything is in modern times, 0 is a tiktokker and he thrives on the attention and making fun of his coworkers on the internet

"watching steven universe repeatedly when i felt even slightly bad transed my gender" - doctor 8 old world blues

i just remembered i made a carrd for the tanks as if they were kinnies in their early to mid 20s

8 kinned pearl su. borous kinned werewolf cookie. 0 kinned rimmer red dwarf. mobius kinned... morbius forbidden planet. obviously. klein refused to put his kins on it. DID DALA KIN FROM DANGANRONPA

i think at one point we had a half-joking hc where klein gets nauseous if he sees blood

and then that changed to he can't see others blood, only his own

while borous can't see his own blood, but he's fine seeing other ppl's

i know borous said that gabe barked at everyone, but i think gabe trusts the other tanks because he knows borous does

borous set up a kissing booth with gabe. the crowd goes wild

when the tanks get together they usually go to klein's. he's the leader or something. also he has a fucking bar in his house.

he complains about them the whole time but you can really tell he loves having people over. why else would he deck his house out like that? he LOVES hosting stuff. house husband

if you saw my chart where i said klein would rather die than do dishes, i was so wrong. his house is pristine. its easily the cleanest

klein's love language is acts of service. he goes over to his partners' houses when they feel awful and clean stuff up for them when they can't. he also makes them food if they want it. he only complains a little, but you can tell he's mostly teasing

did you know klein has five mugs in his kitchen in-game. he's literally prepared to host his partners at any given moment.

the group have learned that letting 8 come over when their house is a mess is a Huge mistake. it goes from 8 trying to help "tidy up" to "im going to put your books and albums in alphabetical order by artist also your clothes are going to be hue-sorted"

"8 why are there only 8 books on each of my bookshelves"

"it looks better"

"it literally does not"

8 can no longer stomach going into 0's house

on the other hand, 0 hates staying in 8's house. the ticking of all their clocks is sensory hell

on 80 date nights they have to do rock-paper-scissors for which house they go to. or they go out. they love each other but their houses drive the other fucking nuts

oh speaking of their houses. yes dala said she didn't like Literal Teddy Bears but that is null and void considering she has teddies in her house

and she has 5 on her bed. five of them :)

she named all of them after her partners! its mostly cute but there is a slight bit of concern because they know what she does with them <__<

not that 8 has any place to judge. mobius found batteries under its pillow once. all 8 said was "they can vibrate." mobius regrets touching them.

i don't know what to say about dala's mannequins i don't have anything funny im just scared

WHY ARE 0 AND KLEIN THE ONLY ONES WITH BATHROOMS IT DRIVES ME INSANE 0'S BATHTUB ISNT EVEN LAYING DOWN ITS AGAINST THE WALL WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT GENERATOR IN HIS BATHROOM DO THE OTHER TANKS JUST SHIT OUTSIDE I'M SEEING RED

mobius and 0 are both into robotics, and they worked together to make muggy, so they've had date nights where they mainly tinker with electronic things.

0 gets very excited when he makes a breakthrough, and seeing that warms mobius's heart. mobius made a habit of kissing 0 on the forehead or squeezing 0 into a hug when they figure things out.

(0 remembers he likes men.) 😳

dala/klein date nights are essentially just them drinking and gossiping chatting

i asked polycule for some more, so here are ones from your local think tank kinnies

borous -

"klein and borous both like classical music in very different ways. klein mostly likes it to feel smart (see: wheatley) but he just started associating it with the others so it felt nicer And borous just likes it bc hes borous"

klein also likes jazz, but so do all the rest of them

8 has a cochlear implant

"dala likes dressing up to look pretty (see: runway) but is personally embarrassed by it (until she gets encouragement) bc she feels like the others dont support that"

"0 loves collecting and reading those stupid magazines with the birthday party products and themes that ud wanna buy from as a kid but are way too expensive"

"mobius has a secret love for puppetry and will try to bring it up sometimes whenever he can. hes made 3 separate sets of the other tanks as puppets and they freak 0 out"

"borous, in an attempt to better his faults, has started learning from dala and 8 on how to take care of plants instead of what he did before. his basement turns into a cool little green house cozy cuddle area"

"to add on: 8 gardens to cope whenever hes alone bc (projects onto ur kin) he mood drops very fast when alone"

"mobius likes dressing in cozy sweaters and fancy stuff"

0 -

"0 doesn't like anal that much" (thanks.)

dala -

"their new rap album called boyz in the tanks" (THANKS.)

and to top things off, :) here are the normal names for them all, created primarily by our borous kinnie

klein - Ernest Klein (nicknamed ernie)

mobius - Wilbert Mobius (nicknamed bert)

borous - James H. Borous (nicknamed jamie)

dala - Dala Theodore (HER NICKNAME IS TEDDY ITS GENIUS)

8 - Emmett Handley (nicknamed 8 + emmy)

0 - Robert O'Barrick (nicknamed 0/O + robbie (HIM SHARING HOUSE'S NAME IS INTENTIONAL. HE'S TRANS HE PICKED HIS NAME WHY DID HE DO THIS))

#tech.txt #old world blues

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too-cute-foryou · 6 years

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I'm glad you like the WHO decision! I'm glad you like that actual dysphoric trans people will not longer be able to have their surgeries covered by insurance and have to pay out of fucking pocket to feel correct in their fucking bodies! I'm glad you like that suicide rates of actual trans people are going to go through the roof! I'm glad you like that transness is not a mental illness anymore, but seen as a sex disorder such as pedophilia! I'm glad you're fucking transphobic!!! I'm glad!!!!!!!!!

First of all, there was no need to phrase this so angrily, but I’m not going to hold it against you. Clearly the WHO decision elicited a very emotional response from you. And, clearly, you’re taking it out on me via my inbox. I get it. You’re probably stressed, you’re definitely jumping to conclusions, and you’re incapable of talking to the World Health Organization. What they decided made you mad or scared, but you don’t have any way to tell them that, so you’re telling me. Or, yelling at me and accusing me, more like. That’s fine. I really don’t blame you.

Emotional responses are hard to control, and sending messages like these can be some sort of release. I’m not upset and I don’t feel attacked. If anything, I’m glad you took it out on me specifically, because I know there are a lot of people who would be hurt by somebody coming into their inbox and screaming at them for being happy about something.

But, enough about that and enough about feelings, let’s talk about what your message is really about: The WHO decision.

From what you’ve said to me, I can assume that following things. You’re afraid it’ll affect your insurance coverage, you’re worried about suicide rates increasing, you’re concerned about being lumped into the same pile as pedophiles, and that I’m “transphobic”. So, I’ll acknowledge all of those things.

I honestly hope it helps you out, and I hope it calms your nerves and makes you feel less mad/afraid. I’m not trying to be condescending when I say that, and I’m sorry if it sounds like I am. Tone of voice is impossible to convey over text. It’s going to sound like I’m preaching from a soap box and looking down on you. But I swear I’m not. The rest of this is going to go under the cut, because I this is gonna be long.

So, number one, let’s talk about insurance companies and their coverage from now on.

I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know much about insurance. I’m 16 and I’ve never had to pay for it/worry about it. All I know is what we’ve talked about in my personal finance class and also one time my parent’s insurance stopped covering my therapy for a few months. That’s kind of the extent of my understanding. I’m gonna have to talk through the words of others.

The WHO’s decision probably won’t affect american insurance companies much, because the DSM is what stands in the states. I don’t know if you live in the states or not, but I hope that’s at least assuring? The WHO affects Europe. And, even then, Julia Ehrt (executive director of Transgender Europe) has said that she’s “elated to see that the WHO understands gender identity isn’t a mental health issue”

The WHO moved being transgender to the “sexual health” chapter. They didn’t remove it from the books entirely. Tt’s still there. It wasn’t ripped out of the records, and it wasn’t classified as cosmetic. It was simply moved to a category that fit it better.

My attention span isn’t too good right now, but after a bit of research, I found out that at some point the DSM did something similar(?). In the DSM-IV-TR it was “placed in the category of Sexual Disorders, with the subcategory of Gender Identity Disorders“ I’m not sure if it’s still there, since the DSM website doesn’t want to load for me, but it’s important to note that this is a change that is similar to the WHO decision. (I think, at least. Like I said I should probably do more research, but focusing is hard right now)

When The WHO decision was made, it wasn’t to fuck with insurance, and those concerns were explicitly addressed. “The change is expected to improve social acceptance among transgender people, while still making important health resources available”.

And, on top of that, Dr. Lale Say (coordinator of WHO’s Adolescents and at-Risk Populations team) says that it was “taken out from the mental health disorders because… leaving it there was causing stigma… to reduce the stigma while also ensuring access to necessary health interventions it was placed in a different chapter.”

I don’t know how insurance works, but I honestly don’t think it’ll affect insurance. And, even if it does, there’s no need to yell at me like I have a say in what is and isn’t covered. I’m just a stupid fucking sixteen year old on tumblr, my opinion makes no difference in what companies want to cover.

Now that we’ve covered that, let’s explore the next concern: transgender suicide rates and how the WHO decision will affect them. I’m going to have to be honest again because like… this is a hard topic to research? I can’t find very many sources or concrete statistics overtime. It’s hard to see if suicide rates have gone up or down, because I can’t find charts anywhere? (If you fine any, tell me) But, I don’t think the WHO decision will have much of an affect on suicide rates? Trans suicide rates are very high, but there’s so many factors that play into those rates, that it’s hard to say. I don’t know. There are plenty of resources out there, though, so I hope nobody kills themselves over this.

So, since I can’t say much about that, let’s move onto your next thing. The fact that being trans is now in the same category as pedophilia.

Before I even talk about that specifically, I wanna mention this: Margarine is one molecule away from plastic, humans are a few DNA links away from chimpanzees. Being close to something and being in the same category as something, doesn’t mean they’re the same or even similar.

But, that aside, let’s talk about it. The WHO now considers being transgender to be a “sexual health” thing. That’s a very broad category. Yes, that category has paraphilias in it (such as pedophilia) but it’s not just “oh there’s two sexual heath things, and those things are being trans and being a pedophile!”

The sexual health page on the WHO’s website mentions things like the need for knowledge about the body, education about healthy relationships, gender equality, the need for freedom from discrimination based on sexual orientation, access to reproductive health care, and many many more things.

They’re not saying trans people are the same thing as pedophiles. They’re putting being trans in a category that fits it more. It’s not a mental disorder, it’s identifying as something that isn’t your birth sex.

Say what you want about this, and think what you want about the category, but don’t go running around screaming that “THE WHO THINKS TRANS PEOPLE ARE PEDOPHILES!11!!1″ because that is not what’s happening at all.

And, to talk about your last point, I’m not transphobic. I’m literally trans.

The WHO decisions probably won’t have the implications you think it will, and it’s more than likely a good thing. You don’t need to run around scared and screaming like a chicken with it’s head cut off. And, you don’t need to yell at me or accuse me of being a terrible transphobic asshole because I apparently “like the idea of these terrible consequences that won’t even happen.”

This is probably my longest post ever, so sorry for that. I hope this was coherent. I’m tired. Idk. You’re getting panicked over something that shouldn’t be causing panic, and you’re yelling at me for a decision I didn’t even make.

#truscum #transmedicalist #transmed #anti-truscum #anti-transmedicalist #anti-transmed #tucute #transgender #world health organization #who decision #discourse

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aceadmiral · 7 years

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Liminal Identity, Forbearance and Hope

OR: How I learned to stop worrying and let myself be trans

Overthinking identity, the words used around it, and the strategy behind those words is this blog’s bread and butter. One might conclude, therefore, that of all people I would have a detailed, nuanced explanation of my gender identity and the words I use to express it. In fact, like most people, I’m a bit lazy and couldn’t really bring myself to be clear about it until something forced the issue. I had a hazy idea I technically fell into a non-binary category, but I had nothing more than that light from the cracks of the closed doorway.

And then, at the start of this year, I started down a path that forced me into “being” trans, and that long, easy season abruptly came to a close.

Negative Identity vs. Positive Pressure

I’m quite comfortable with negative identity--that is, one formed by what one is not rather than what one is--as a concept. Obviously, my main label of “asexual” is exactly that.

Though on its face it seems like a contradiction to build something out of a series of nothings, I’m not bothered by my null values anymore. It is, however, a lot of work to pull off such a feat. Not only does the negative identity holder live in the uncertainty that they could one day be one of the things they’re currently not, but it’s also just exhausting to fight against societal expectations all day every day.

The way I find to balance that pressure with my personal well-being is to act in the way that will make me happy and let other people come to whatever conclusion they will. This strategy works fairly well for asexuality; eventually the person at least cottons on to maybe leave me out of their heteronormative discussions.

It doesn’t work as well for gender identity.

Cis-by-Default

Okay, but why the difference? People ascribe to me qualities/thoughts/desires I don’t have in both instances. And yet, one is an irritant to my personal integrity and one isn’t.

Ultimately it comes down to that old cliche “gender is a social construct.” How people perceive me informs my gender, almost to the exclusion of any other indicators, since I myself return nulls. If my behavior generally falls into one binary gender box or the other, as drawn by society, then how do I assert that I don’t belong in it? How could I?

Ultimately, if I am viewed in the binary box and can accept being there, I benefit from it regardless of the “truth.”

The Truth

It’s impossible to determine the truth. The best we can hope to do, I think, is to determine a truth.

My truth is that I don’t much have a feeling about gender. Living my truth generally means wearing as dapper a suit as I can manage and honestly not much else.

Of course, I knew all this many years ago. I “transitioned” to looking how I wanted to look in 2010. I’m keeping my name. I never cared about my pronouns. And honestly I still only want to put only as much effort into my gender identity as is absolutely necessary.

Necessity

My calculation of that necessity irrevocably changed on December 26, 2016. The short of it was, the only way I could access the healthcare I needed was to be trans. No one was really interested in the nuanced sort of explanation I might obliquely limn in footnotes of an unrelated post on this blog; if I couldn’t connect my condition to my gender identity, then I would just have to learn to live like a normal woman.

Obviously this was a pretty lousy choice for a lot of reasons--not least of which because it knowingly destroyed my mental health--but I did have an out; I could always just be trans.

Will you blame me for taking it?

A Mile in Other Shoes

Once I started seeing professionals who specialized in working with trans people, doors opened for me. Suddenly the thing that had only been a pipe dream for a decade was on the calendar; from impossibility to reality in six months.

The thing of it was, I was also suddenly treated like a trans person. I had doctors messaging me to make sure they got my pronouns right on the chart and making sure to “support [me] in this important time.” I had people in my corner, helping me craft the best strategy to get my non-binary self through a process made for one binary narrative.

One of those people in particular kept telling me that I was allowed to demand the healthcare that was right for me. By the end, I think I was convinced that I was deserving of that care.

But was I allowed to keep this new way of being seen by the world?

Forbearance

The only reason why I got to be seen as trans in the first place was because I was forced into using the language out of necessity. There was no other way to explain what I was doing in a sentence or less; there still isn’t.

But the necessity of talking about it has also gone away. Unlike my actual transition--such as it was--I had a private, invisible medical procedure and was only forced to interact truthfully about it to a handful of medical professionals, almost all of whom I’ll never see again. It was an event, a fixed point in time, and now it’s over.

My natural inclination was to put down the narrative of transness, gingerly. I could just hold my peace about this and not have to worry about what I was “allowed” to do or the implications of whether someone from the margins helps or hurts the Cause.

I don’t think that’s the Right thing to do, though.

Hope

As I’ve puzzled through what I should do over these past weeks, I’ve of course overthought the problem. I’ve looked a lot towards my experience of choosing what words to use to describe my asexuality. In some ways, it’s helped drawing those parallels between how I feel about marginally (gray)asexual people finding utility in aceness and giving myself permission to be “trans enough.” I looked at my hierarchy and criteria for all the words I choose to use or not to use or allow or not allow, and I made a very neat, scientific framework.

Ultimately, though, I was looking in the wrong place. My motivation for basically all of this--blog, scholarship, overthinking way too many things--is to lessen suffering and, at the best of times, inspire hope.

I’ve been to the depths of despair more than once on this issue over the past 10+ years; I spent most of January and February there, in fact. No one else should have to spend any time there.

There have got to be other people like me, who maybe feel like they aren’t “enough.” They’re suffering, but they don’t know if they can or should allow themselves to ask for help. I think they don’t deserve to suffer. I think they’re “enough” to deserve better than that. I deserved better than that.

I can’t share this story without sharing the trans part of it. It falls apart without at least that framework to lean on. Certainly if I’m going to give anyone hope that they can convince their doctors to do what’s actually right for them, it’s a part of the story that needs to stay.

So I’m staying trans.

#gender #asexuality #identity politics #identity #community #forbearance #trauma(?)#personal narrative

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askatransguy · 7 years

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I have a transmasc nephew, and was thinking of offering to buy them a binder for Christmas, since their parents are mostly just trying to ignore the transness until it goes away. But I'm kind of the weird vodka aunt who shows up at holidays to shit stir and then fucks off, and I can't figure out what to say to them about the offer that isn't weird, especially since they'll need to measure and pass it along for accurate ordering. Do you have any advice?

What a lovely thing to do! If I was in your position, I’d honestly just offer straight up. It will probably be a lot less awkward than it feels. Saying something like “I was thinking about what to get you for Christmas, and I was wondering if you would like a binder?” will probably do the trick.

If you’re worried about asking for measurements being awkward, most companies have sizing charts in their online stores. Your nephew would be able to go look at their products and sizing chart, and then tell you which binder they wanted in what size. My favourite binder company is GC2B, but your nephew may have suggestions on a different company they’d prefer.

Good luck!

#trans #transgender #binding #gc2b #Anonymous

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love-stone · 7 years

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19: Talk about something that happened in middle school. 27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.

19. Oh gods, I can think of very few good things that ever, ever happened in middle school...

I do remember there was this one kid (let’s call him Lester) in my group of “friends” who got really into cooking/baking early in the semester, and started bringing the food he made to lunch with him. Of course, it seemed hella impressive at the time, and he decided to sell his goods to us for a couple dollars. He left after about a year because his parents had to move for work, but damn if that kid probably didn’t make bank off of us during that year of selling us homemade croissants for $2 each.

We also had these ridiculous vocab sheets for my science class (the kind where you had to, like, define it, and draw a picture with at least four colours in it (so you didn’t just half-ass it), and come up with a mnemonic, and use it in a sentence, and come up with synonyms/related words, etc etc.) This same kid sat next to me because our last names were adjacent, and he would spend hours meticulously doing these vocab sheets each week.

Well, the way these assignments were graded, was the teacher would wait until the bell rang, then would have you lay out the vocab sheet on your desk, and he would come around with two stamps. If he decided your sheet was complete, you got one stamp, if you “made an effort”, you got the other stamp for half credit, and if you hadn’t done enough for half credit, you got no stamp.

Well, I was a pretty shit student in middle school (actually, it was jr. high because my town’s school system is the equivalent of America still using the imperial system of measurement, but whatever), and was infamous for being incredibly last-minute about doing my homework. I always managed to do it on time (except for Geometry, but that’s a whole different story)

And I kid you not, every Monday morning when these vocab sheets were due, I would ask Lester to hand me his copy of his vocab sheet and four coloured pencils (which he always had in his pencil case), and would set about expertly copying his work. Not word-for-word of course, since plagiarism was a worse crime in my school than actual sexual harassment (but again, a story for another time), but changing just enough so that it looked like my own work. Our last names started with an “S”, and since the seating chart was in alphabetical order, it took a while for the teacher to snake his way around to our desks to stamp our homework.

I never got less than full credit on these vocab sheets that I did 5 minutes before class. Lester would always seem furious about it, but continued to lend me his coloured pencils and vocab sheet every morning for the whole year. That kid was a true bro, and I hope he went on to do cool things after he moved. I remember he had super tiny handwriting (which sort of inspired my tiny handwriting), and also had a similarly obsessive origami phase when I met him in elementary school, where he made super intricate original pieces that I realize, looking back, were pretty impressive for a sixth grader...

Anyway, yeah, Lester was a cool kid. Probably one of the better people I met in jr. high tbh...but now I realize I could probably rant about jr. high forever, so we’ll just leave it at Lester...

27. Like, favorite part of someone else’s body in particular? Or just of other bodies in general?

(I guess nsfw/trigger/dysphoria warning for genital mention upcoming?...)

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Idk, this may be somewhat clichée/squick-y as a trans gal, but vaginas have always been fascinating to me? Like, not even in a sexual way, just in the “I’ve never had the opportunity to have this and want to know what it’s like” kind of a way. And this hasn’t been a recent curiosity; in fact, it’s probably one of the earliest signs that would have made me go “golly gee, I’m probably trans” if I had had the language and understanding of transness when I was younger (even though I know genitalia doesn’t equal gender, I know...).

And, like, I’m planning on getting SRS sometime in the next few years if everything goes smoothly, and am really excited for being able to have that experience finally? So that’s kinda cool I guess...

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(nsfw/trigger/dysphoria warning ends here)

I guess another thing would be long hair in general as well? Like, super long, flowy hair in complex braids or tight buns, or whatever? Idk, I’ve always found that super cute, and while my hair is growing slowly but surely, it’ll probably be a while before it gets close to being like that.

Idk, I guess aside from certain bits down below, I have the same body parts as most other humans, so I guess there aren’t any things I specifically admire or am intrigued by other than a few things that I haven’t been able to experience (yet). Not that I’m 100% in love with my body specifically, but it is a body just like everyone else’s, so I guess I don’t quite see the use in pining after specific parts of other people’s bodies that are probably only slightly different from my own? But maybe that’s just me, who knows...

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