It’s interesting that, rather than wanting to see similarity in our experiences and solidarity, some trans people are invested in only ever separating trans men/mascs and trans women/fems to the point they will deny others’ experiences, regardless of identity, if it doesn’t fit their narrative, and sometimes even their own stated experiences. And it often has to do specifically with experiences surrounding perception of masculinity.
What I’m thinking about specifically right now is with the initial coining of and discussion around transunity.
There was, and continues to be in some instances, a push to separate “MTF” and “FTM” experiences from each other. There’s denial of the ability for transmisogyny and transandrophobia to have any overlap in techniques and targets.
And the most relevant to what I’m talking about, and most baffling to me? The people denying that part of the function of transphobia as a whole is forcibly assigning “male” or “female” or “gross other” to a trans person interchangeably depending on the point the transphobe is trying to make with the transphobia.
I don’t know why, my best guess is it’s because people don’t want to recon with facts that cause dysphoria, but people acted like trans people are actively seen and treated as their gender by everyone, including transphobes. The idea that trans women are only ever seen as lesser women—never as dangerous males—became commonplace. But then, it was also commonplace to see trans men the exact same way: failed women but never portrayed as dangerous males. Ignoring very real experiences of being masculinized as a trans person leading to mistreatment as well as mistreatment coming from being feminized.
Does this wrap back around to the radfem influence in online trans spaces? A specific focus on only feminine traits and eschewing of all things masculine? Maybe. I don’t know.
All I know is I can still find posts on my blog where people chime in and outright try to deny TERFs act that trans women are males as a part of their strategy, and I don’t get it.
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15 questions for 15 mutuals
I was tagged by @pleaseputnamehere & @makgeolii, thank you for tagging me!
Are you named after anyone?
Not that I know of (but with a name like Blessings, I don't think it's common).
When was the last time you cried?
Just yesterday, but honestly all week. I don't know how to deal with stress and being overwhelmed.
Do you have any kids?
Not yet, but I do treat my boyfriend's dog like my baby. (Her name is Remi)
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
It's my middle name. 😏
What sports do you play/have played?
Well in high school I cheered (if that counts), but I have been playing a lot of badminton lately, plus now I learned I am lowkey really good at cornhole and wiffle ball.
What's the first thing you notice about other people?
Teeth, because before I had braces I was insecure about mine.
Eye colour?
Brown
Scary movies or happy endings?
Scary movies, but like cheesy 80s horror.
Any special talents?
Honestly, my ability to sleep wherever I see fit.
Where were you born?
A city in northwest Ohio (don't come for me pls)
What are your hobbies?
Tbh, I used to draw quite a bit, but I lost interest in it. All I do now is work and play minor outdoor sports.
Do you have any pets?
Not exactly, I just claim my boyfriend's dogs, cat, and bunny as my pets. (Their names are Remi, Chopper, Sandy, and Scarlet)
How tall are you?
5'2" (I stopped growing after 7th grade)
Fave subject in school?
Psychology, luckily my high school offered it and now I major in it.
Dream job?
I want to be a counselor in higher education or even a K-12 setting.
I think most of my mutuals have been tagged, but I'll tag @erasabledinosaur , @obscurus-noctem , @sourlemonsimblr , @pizzza365 , and whoever hasn't done it yet! :)
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And Yet-
A/N: I have no idea what to name this, but here’s that thing I was talking about earlier! Like I said, I wrote this so long ago, I have no idea where I was going with it, so I guess just take it and do with it what you will😭
Pairing: Takashi Shirogane x GN!Reader
Tags: Fluff. Disregard for personal space. Also, Shiro is taller than you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Word Count: 0.9k
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Captain Shirogane was pacing the floor of the conference room.
Though it had been nearly a half-varga since the others had called an end to the briefing, he had stayed behind to collect his thoughts about the situation at hand and, apparently, check “run a hole into the floorboards” off his bucket list.
This is how you found him as you approached the room: Alone, with his arms crossed, brows furrowed, and a deep frown on his lips– something you noticed to be more frequent with him recently.
At that, an idea you’d been nurturing for a while now cemented itself and pushed you to enter fully into the meeting room.
“Sir!” You made your presence known, and saluted your captain. He, taken by surprise at your sudden outburst, paused in his pacing and turned to greet you.
“Y/n, there’s no need to be so formal,” The man says amusedly and steps closer to make the distance a little less awkward for the conversation’s sake, “Please, just Shiro is fine. How many times do I need to ask you?” Though strained from his initial thoughts, his voice was soft and teasing.
“At least once more, Sir,” You tried to keep yourself steady and not to look as winded as his smile made you feel, then continued quietly, “As always.”
He felt something jerk in his chest. You had always been polite and you were very adamant about making sure you were as respectful as you could be. Lately, however, and for some silly reason, he’s felt as if your words belied something deeper than what he first thought them to be. A few times had he accidentally caught your eye, and each of those times he noticed an emotion he couldn’t quite place swimming behind your gaze.
Those occasions, brief as they were, never failed to mystify him. But just as quickly had he seen these emotions, they were snuffed out and replaced with the same composed readiness he would see with any other recruit.
After a couple of moments of you continuing to stand at attention, he dejectedly sighs an ‘At Ease’ and waits for you to continue with whatever you came to inform him of.
At the words, your stiff posture relaxes and you return your arms to rest behind your back.
A few seconds pass in awkward silence.
You.. you had to do this before you lost your nerve.
How long have you been standing there staring at him?
You open your mouth to speak, but the words tangle together on your tongue before you could say them. So you clear your throat once, then twice, and try again, surer this time. “Permission, Captain, to do something stupid?”
He was struck with confused amusement for a moment and took a second to study you, deciding whether or not to humor you and your unusual request. And after what felt like an eternity (see: one minute), he gave in and replied with a cautious, “You may.”
You nodded gingerly and began to make your way closer to him, nearly shaking with each step. What you were about to do could get you into a whole world of trouble if things didn't go right. And that, coupled with the fact that you were now standing so close to him you could see the subtle shift of his eyes as they flickered back and forth between your own– you were surprised you hadn't melted into a puddle where you stood.
It was now or never.
Before you could break your resolve, you lurched forward and enveloped him in a hug. As sturdy and as comforting as you could, you wind your arms around his midsection and held him, hiding your face in his chest.
You felt him release a long, tired breath, and the deep vibrations ripple through his chest where you rested your head and ricochet through you. His soft baritone warmed you down to your toes.
“Y/n, what are you doing?”
You wound your arms around his midsection a little bit tighter, a little more snug, and took a deep breath in, trying to steady yourself, “Something stupid.”
The soft, earthy scent of his cologne did wonders to distract you from the situation you had made. You unconsciously press your face deeper into his chest, chasing the scent when you realized just what you were doing and stopped yourself from going any further.
A few seconds passed with nothing but silence–you standing in awkward anticipation for his reaction to your oh-so grand idea. And you began your mental spiral because oh gosh, oh Gosh, THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA-
“Please do not forget,” his words snapped you back to reality, and you’re eyes met as you chanced a peek up to his face, “We are in a fairly popular conference room of the Galaxy Garrison– the highest distinguished aerospace sector in the country, maybe even the world-”
You felt something in you shatter at that and began to lower your arms from him in embarrassment and dejection.
“Needless to say,” he released a sigh again, then began to wrap his arms around your shoulders cradling you to himself as he relaxed into the embrace, “This behavior is very, very inappropriate.”
What he was saying would have –should have– on any other occasion, made you come to your senses and immediately apologize for your actions. Yet the feeling of his voice, smooth like velvet, and the warm embrace of his smile wrapping around each word he spoke lulled you to fall deeper into him.
Isn’t this backwards? Wasn’t this whole idea to get him to relax?
And yet here you were, being held and swayed, nearly falling asleep on your feet in the middle of this empty conference room.
And yet, you realized as he gently rubbed your back, you couldn’t care any less.
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