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Almost exactly one year ago, my Dad made fun of some some cosplayers heading to the annual anime convention. This single mention sent me on the following sequence of thoughts and actions:
Remembering that I always wanted to go to anime conventions back in high school but was scared of my family disapproving.
Realizing that, now that I'm an adult with my own car and money, I can go without even telling anyone.
Realizing that, if I went, I'd want to cosplay.
Realizing that, even though I thought of myself as male at the time, the only cosplay that was appealing to me were female characters, specifically Hitori Gotoh from Bocchi the Rock.
Studying and practicing makeup to see if I could pass as a woman, specifically Hitori.
Despairing that I would never know enough makeup to pass as a woman.
Realizing from the crippling dysphoria I was suddenly feeling (and a bunch of other shit that I'd repressed for years) that I was trans.
Coming out to a bunch of people.
Getting laser hair removal.
Going on HRT.
Buying a $32.99 Hitori Gotoh cosplay set.
Buying a ticket for the local anime convention.
And tomorrow I'll go to the convention wearing the cosplay that sparked my transition. Thank you, Bocchi!
Caption: [A stitch with user @/sapphicyuji. The text on screen reads, " "you can't misgender cis people!", you have never had your gender questioned outside of your transness and it shows. sincerely, a trans poc".
I'm actually super glad we're having a conversation about this. The masculinization of black and brown women, because for years I felt like I endured this unique form of trauma until I realized other people went through the same thing too. And if there's one thing that I'd like to add to the conversation, there seems to be this misconception that this is something that starts at puberty. Like boys tell you you look like a man to hurt your feeling when that's so far from the case.
The first time I was purposefully misgendered was in kindergarten. I was constantly referred to by the masculine variant of my name, I was chased out of the women's restroom, and I had grown adults questioning what my biological sex was before I even knew what the difference was. And those behaviors persisted into adulthood because now if I present as anything less than 100% feminine, people will either compare me to men or animals.
And for myself and for many other brown and black women this is a life long act deliberately intended to humiliate, shame, and other us for the features we were naturally born with and I'm glad we're having a discussion on how harmful it actually is.]