#Just hate it when they say they support genderfuckers

[edwardallenpoe]

man I sure do hope people who say that trans people don't have to present hyper-binary or be passable are normal about masc/butch trans people, including trans women who don't want surgeries or hrt or use she/her pronouns. Man I sure do hope they don't just mean femme trans men and exclude trans women and nonbinary masculine people. Man I sure do hope that they aren't super fucking weird about masculinity, especially when performed by trans women.

#Just. #A lot of people are rlly saying the quiet part out loud when they make posts standing out for transfemme afabs #Lifting up their femininity and right to their expression #Then make posts about ew gross masculinity I hate mascs men eeww #And are dead silent about trans women #They hype up trans men that don't want hrt or surgery #But the only rare discussion they have about trans women is femme trans women #It's almost as if they just hate masculinity and want to preserve femininity #Idk it just rlly grinds all my gears #It's like. Almost TERF-lite #Like they're allies of the most vanilla order #Just hate it when they say they support genderfuckers #But then there's a butch person who uses pronouns other than she/her and still identifies with womanhood to some capacity #Or a trans woman who doesn't want to present femme in any capacity but still identifies as a woman #Then they get fucking confused #it's fine #transphobia #queerphobia #homophobia #trans issues #transphobes #butch #masculine #masculinity #Transmisogyny #I would consider this transmisogyny #Bc denying women's right to express themselves however the fuck they want is a form of misogyny

[whysojiminimnida]

Love when people bring up things JK said (and sometimes was prompted into saying) about girls when he was barely into puberty as concrete proof that he is straight. My friend group and I are nearing 30... only in the last year have a few of us had breakthroughs about our sexualities and gender identities. I still haven't reached a 'conclusion' about gender and I will probably grapple with it for years to come yet. These things are a spectrum, and they can evolve. My brother was asking out girls at 17, and out as gay at 18 - whereas my best friend, who is in a long-term relationship and only ever thought she could be straight, realised this year she is bisexual. Compared to South Korea, we live in an incredibly liberal society, where we had the luxury of figuring some of this stuff out in the open.

Who are we to hold any of these boys hostage to what they said or thought years ago as if that was the last word on the matter? JK could indeed be as straight as they come. But people trying to prove that shouldn't take his 15-year-old self's word as gospel. It's a piece of the puzzle, sure, but not the whole picture.

Thanks, nice intelligent anon, and I apologize in advance because I am about to hijack your whole post and have a whole ass Come To Jesus Meeting.

I’m so disgusted with ARMY right now. Not you, smart anon, but ARMY in general and the transphobic, queerphobic Y/N fanfiction self-inserters whose homophobia is only overshadowed by their hate for anyone JK looks at sideways.

These people out here deciding that since a playlist was trans positive it cannot have been liked by their idol. But let him say boo to a girl - a teenage girl, not a legal adult yet - and she’s getting hate for existing.

No wonder Jimin avoids most social media. Holding them hostage indeed, anon. We really have done exactly that as a collective and that is so wrong.

As a queer person I’m incredibly offended for Jungkook. What if that Genderfuck playlist had been his? What if it WAS his and we’re just getting the oops narrative? Does a queer idol who is also a lyricist not have a right to explore thoughts and feelings related to gender or identity?

Or is gender only a construct if your idol looks pretty in a skirt and keeps their ideas and feelings and identity to themselves?

And then to add insult to injury they’re gonna paint him as a predator. 25 to 19 isn’t a huge age difference in the West but in Korea it is significant. Especially since 19 is not adulthood there. So let’s just make Koo a cishet EPHEBOPHILE because that’s better than being trans or trans-questioning? OH MY GOD.

I am nauseous. And I’m sorry, anon. Your points are well made and I agree with all of them. It’s only reasonable that a closeted idol living in a conservative fishbowl might find some answers in the lyrics of trans artists, and it wouldn’t be the first time. Kim Petras? “Do Me”? 2019, anyone? Jungkook has been toying with gender for awhile and I am amazed that we seem to have not noticed this or have ignored it for so long.

But nobody thought twice about that new Spotify account UNTIL the Genderfuck playlist showed up. If that was a hacker, good for them. Way to be trans-positive and educational while shining a light on the roaches in this fandom.

Also it’s a great playlist. Whoever this hacker or JK is, they have fantastic musical taste. I said it and I’m not sorry.

But to go straight *cough* from “My Idol Can’t Have Identity Questions Or Support The Trans Community” to “My Idol Clearly Is A Straight Man Who Fucks Minor Girls” is both libelous and horrific.

That is so egregiously problematic that it makes us ALL look gross and rightly so. We have let these segments of the fandom operate without censure or consequences for too long. We’ve said just ignore them, they’ll go away. NO THEY WON’T. My inbox is living proof.

ARMY, we have toxic pathological homophobes and transphobes in our midst. And TKKers don’t get a pass here. Y’all homophobic as fuck because you’re fine with gay as long as it’s between two hot traditionally-masculine men and you get to pick the man. That’s just Y/N fanfiction only you’re getting off to two dicks instead of one.

TKKers are problematic and toxic because they reduce JK’s queerness to something they can control. There is no support for his words, or Taehyung’s. There is only sick conspiracy theory and adherence to the rainbow font red arrow lies of their leader.

Yep, y'all TKKers sent that shit to a minor female who happens to be an ARMY JK stan. JFC kids. If I were Jeon Jungkook I would take my Jimin and my dog and my retirement fund and I would buy an island, move to it, set up weekly grocery delivery and disconnect the internet. Possibly forever.

#this poor nice anon had no idea i was about to go off #sorry anon #thanks nice anon #that spotify playlist #get off jeon jungkook's dick #and jimin's #and taehyung's #maybe we as a fandom need to reevaluate the membership criteria #nain #libel #homophobia #transphobia #toxic fandom

[steelshatter]

Reasons for Absence

Hey everyone.

So, most of you will likely have noticed a distinct lack of me being around, online or otherwise.  Part of that is because I’m a reclusive bastard.  Part of it is due to burnout.  Part of that is due to work leaving me drained at the end of the day.

None of it is due to me disliking anyone, figured that’s worth mentioning here.

That said, a large part of it has to do with some rather serious life changes.  I’ll go ahead and put the rest of this under a cut.  Here’s a warning for you: dysphoria and dissociation lie within.

For the better part of the last few months, my life has been strangely terrible, and I couldn’t figure out why.  Nothing seemed to click, nothing seemed to work.  My job was a soul-sucking monstrosity, my relationship was down the shitter, I had no energy, no drive, no nothing.  I felt like I was going through the motions for the longest time, like I was just some kind of automaton and watching myself from the outside.  I thought it was my usual nemesis of depression, finding new and creative ways to make my life a living hell.  Ever since I moved into my new apartment with my girlfriend, I just felt like the world was on my back, that I had to handle everything, that I had to take care of everything, that I was expected to act, behave, perform in a certain way to be the “man” of the house.

I think we know where this is going, but I’ll continue with the explanation.

For a long time, I’ve joked about days where I don’t feel human.  Where I feel otherly.  Not in a otherkin sort of way, but like... monstrous.  It had become a running joke on my twitter for a long time, I’d shrug off people’s affections, or comments that I’m cute, or anything positive with Old God quotes.

Example: Christi posting “My boyfriend is cute <3″, followed by me shrugging it off with a simple “I’m not cute”.  She reaffirms, and then I’d follow up with “I AM THE WAKING NIGHTMARE.”  Shit like that.

Well, that feeling of otherness just kept growing and growing over the past months, and I’ve not been able to shake it.  It got so bad, that I’ve had a number of breakdowns, which sorta prompted this hiatus from Warcraft.  Everything kinda boiled over a couple weeks ago, when Christi and I got into it hardcore, just being miserable around one another.  (Lammy, this is why our D&D game got cancelled last minute the other week.)  It was a cycle, and it was a bad one.  We both have our mental health issues that I won’t get into, but I just felt wrong.  Like, down to my very bones, I didn’t feel like Jake.  I felt like something else.

We worked through it, at least the surface issues, and a week went past of relative calm in the household, but I’ve still felt like I’m not me.  Like I’m someone or something else.  I couldn’t shake the feeling at all.

Thursday, I finally had a breakdown again, and couldn’t bring myself out of it.  I hated what I was.  Fat, ugly, stock-standard neckbearded “nice guy” looking jackass who looks like he should wear a fedora.  That wasn’t what I was on the inside, but it sure has been what I’ve been on the outside.  So I snapped.  I grabbed up whatever meager makeup I could, and threw it on my face in a frenzy.  I wasn’t going to keep looking like this.  I couldn’t.  I shaved.  I showered.  I put on the makeup, and I looked in the mirror after what I’d done...

...and I was cute.  I was sincerely cute as hell, and looked like how I feel.  I looked human in the mirror for the first time in ages, and I liked it.  I messed with my hair.  I took pictures of myself (that I will not be posting here for the sake of saving all your eyes, most of them were shirtless and no one needs to see that) and felt... good.

Christi got home from work and saw me like this, and I braced for impact, but she’s been nothing but supportive.  She let me wear one of her skirts, encouraged me to be who I am, and for that, I’m truly thankful.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I don’t know if I’m trans or not.  I mean, I still have days where I feel like Jake, and not like anything else.  But then there are days when I feel like being cute and feminine and feel like getting put together.  Some days, getting home and just putting on a skirt is enough to help me feel like I’m me.

I guess the best term for it is “Genderfucked”.  I don’t feel like I’m NB.  I don’t feel like a woman.  And I don’t feel like I’m genderfluid, where I can easily shift between the two.  And god knows, at my current job, I have to keep being a guy.  But I’m just... me.  And I’m trying to discover who that me really is.  It’s been a long few months, and I’ve still got a long way to go before I fully figure out who I am, inside and out, but it’s slowly getting better.

This doesn’t mean I’ll be diving back into socializing and whatnot.  I still struggle with everything going on, and right now I feel like it’s best that I ground myself in reality as much as possible.

I’ll be honest, I’m kinda scared of what this all implies and entails.  I’m scared of the ramifications of figuring this all out.  And more importantly, I’m scared of what people, especially the people who are closest to me are going to think and say.  I’m scared of losing friends, I’m scared of people accusing me of “just doing it to be trendy” when it’s not that.  Thankfully, there’s a few people I’ve reached out to who’ve been supportive, but it still doesn’t stop the anxiety.

If this is too much for you, or if your perception of me has changed because of it all, then I apologize.  Not for being who I am, but for not being who you expect me to be.  I sincerely hope that if you feel this way, you can come to accept me in time.

God knows it’s taken me this long to discover and accept who I am, and I’m going to keep moving forward until I figure it all out.

If you have questions, send a message or hit my Discord if you have it.  If you have support, I could use that too.  If you have hate... well, this is the internet.  I’d expect nothing less.  But if you have love, that’s always welcome.

~J/Anny/Az/Linza/Perri

#ooc #weirdness #life is strange and wonderful #but mostly just strange #tw: dissociation #tw: dysphoria #dissociation #dysphoria

[rpf-bat]

Truth Is Now Acceptable

Pairing: none

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could i request a oneshot with an ftm reader who is drummer of mcr? where he comes out to the whole band and they all receive it well and cuddles ensue? xx”

“You cut your hair,” Ray noticed as he brushed past you on the tour bus, trying to reach the cabinet where the band kept their food,  so he could have breakfast before you arrived at the next venue.

“…..Yeah,” you shrugged vaguely.

“Well, I like it,” Ray smiled. “I think the pixie cut thing suits you a lot more than long hair, anyway.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back, unsure whether to say more. The haircut was the first step in the beginning of something you’d wanted, but been terrified, to do for a long time now. If your friend and bandmate was accepting of this first change, that was a good sign….right?

Better be brave, you decided, and move on to phase two.

“Is Frank awake yet?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, I’m up,” Frank mumbled sleepily as he got out of his bunk. “Shit, where are we playing today?”

“Chicago, I think?” you shrugged. You’d had a lot more on your mind last night than the upcoming concert.

Maybe I should have rehearsed my drumming more, you thought with a hint of self-doubt. Is it selfish of me to do this now, when it could distract from my music career? If what I’m about to do causes drama within the band, how are we going to perform together?

“Anyway, Y/N, why were you looking for me?” Frank wondered.

“Oh…..um…..” Maybe I should just forget about it, you thought with a frown. You could wear the skirt that’s been your ‘uniform’ for this whole tour one more night. You were used to living a lie.

No, you thought. The dysphoria it gives me is too damn much. You told yourself, firmly, to man up.

“I was wondering if I could borrow one of your shirts,” you confessed, before you lost your nerve.

“Are all your shirts in the wash, or something?” Frank asked, raising a confused eyebrow.

“Well, you’re the smallest, so you’re about my size, and…..”

“You don’t have to borrow Frank’s stuff,” Mikey interrupted, setting down the bass he’d been tuning. “We can tell the driver to make a pit stop at a laundromat if you need to wash some clothes. Or even the mall, if you want some new dresses or something…..”

“I don’t want dresses!” you snapped. “You don’t get it!”

“What’s the matter, girl?” Gerard asked, looking up from the comic book he’d been reading in his bunk.

“Don’t call me ‘girl’,” you pleaded. Fuck, this was all going wrong.

“Why not?” Gerard asked, confused.

“Because…….” Your heart pounded like a kick drum in your chest. Did you dare say it? You’d wanted to tell them, for so long. They were your four closest friends. You guys had always shared everything with each other, especially in those early days, when the five of you were crammed into a tiny van, like sardines, unsure if you were ever really going to be able to leave Jersey, or go pro.

And now you were pros. You’d fought through so much as a band to get here, from haters who didn’t understand your music, to addiction and mental illness, to deaths (you still remembered Mikey crying on your shoulder at his grandma’s funeral), to being blamed for deaths (fuck the Daily Mail)…..

The five of you had stuck together through far bigger things than this, you realized. And you hated keeping such a big secret from them for so long. You had to believe that your friends would accept you. And so, taking a deep breath, you summoned your nerve.

“Because I’m not a girl,” you said quietly.

“You’re……not?” Ray blinked, simply confused at first.

“Does that mean…..you’re a boy?” Gerard realized.

“Yes,” you confessed, relieved to finally be able to say it, after all this time. “I’ve known for a long time. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I think I started to realize it around the time we started touring in support of Bullets, and…..”

“Why wouldn’t you just tell us, man?” Frank gasped, pulling you into a hug. “Did you think we wouldn’t want to be in this band with you anymore?”

“I….I didn’t know what to think,” you admitted. “But…..yeah, I’m a man on the inside. And….I want my outside to match my inside.”

“Well, don’t borrow Frank’s clothes,” Ray chuckled, putting another arm around you. “We can get you some masculine stuff to wear at the mall today, that doesn’t smell like unwashed guitarist butt.”

“You smell like unwashed guitarist butt, too, Toro!” Frank protested, and everyone laughed.

Your bandmates were taking this so…..easily. You almost couldn’t believe it.

“Are you sure me being a man doesn’t…..change the way you feel about me at all?” you asked uncertainly.

“Nah, it just means I get a new brother,” Mikey grinned, jumping onto the hug pile.

“And as the biggest brother,” Gerard smiled, wrapping arms around the lot of you, “It’s my job to punch out anybody who tries to mess with you.”

“If anyone on this tour gives you shit for being transgender, just tell me,” Frank agreed. “I’ll set ‘em straight.”

“You have all of our support,” Ray promised seriously.

“Thank you, you guys,” you said, nearly moved to tears.

“Hey, if you’re gonna be a man now, no crying,” Mikey teased, playfully punching you in the arm.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wiping your tears on the back of your hand. “I just love you guys a lot. It means so much to me that I can be out to you now, and you accept me.”

“Of course we accept you,” Frank assured you. “Whether you’re a boy, or a girl, or neither, you play drums like a beast, and that’s all that matters.”

“Besides, this band was always a little genderfucked, anyway,” Gerard chuckled. “I mean, I’m a man who wears makeup every night, for Pete’s sake.”

“And made out with a dude with a beard,” you reminded, sticking out your tongue.

“Well, if you’re well enough to tease Gerard, I guess you’re feeling better,” Ray said, looking satisfied.

“I am,” you nodded, so relieved to finally be able to be yourself.

“If you’re no longer identifying as female, then what name should we call you?” Mikey asked sensitively.

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted. “I’m still deciding.”

“Well, whatever you decide, just let us know,” Frank replied. “For now, we’ll just do our best to remember to call you ‘he’ or ‘him’ when we talk about you.”

“That would be great,” you nodded.

“Alright, then, boys,” Gerard grinned, “who’s ready to put on our first show as a five-man band?”

#trans reader #band member reader