the point of my masculinity and male positivity posts are to underline that masculinity and manhood are seen as a threat or in direct opposition to queerness, and that often times in order to be seen as queer you have to be partially or wholly feminine or gender neutral, or express your manhood in a feminine or gender neutral way in order to no longer be threatening, invasive, or a problem.
it is very difficult to exist in queer spaces as a hyper masculine person & a man. you're made to feel like you need to walk a tight rope feeling like you're inherently out of place, as if you existing and being masculine or a man in queer spaces makes others uncomfortable inherently.. just know that when i make positivity posts it is to remind us all that masculinity/manhood and queerness are not opposites and that you do not have to be a feminine man or masc person to be viewed/seen/heard as queer.
chasing men, masculine people, and masculinity out of queer spaces isn't helping anyone currently and won't help anyone down the line. please accept masc enbies, butches, bears, and masculine trans men with the same kindness, love, and passion that you do neutral and feminine people. that's the point when i make these kinds of posts. thank u
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part of what makes me so passionate about this blog is that the version of black masculinity that most cishet black men portray is NOT the only version of black masculinity allowed to exist.
My father is an empathetic and emotional man. when i cried in front of him he didn't think anything of it. He freely talks about his own emotions. We're both weird recluse nerds. He made a career out of weird computer shit just like im doing right now. He shamelessly loves plushies and little figurines. We both have barely-mitigated rage that blossoms at the drop of a hat. I love my dad. He didn't raise me yet somehow i am a beautiful mirror of him.
I didn't grow up with him in my life though. Instead all black male figures in my life growing up were either assholes or didn't do shit for me. I hated watching how my god brothers' father treated them. I hated how they were berated for cursing. I hated how they so easily shunned me when we got old enough for us playing football to become "inappropriate". I hated how they reinforced their distance from emotionalism through calling harmless and natrual behaviors gay.
When i think about being a man, i think about my father. I think about nerdy cisbi/cisgay black men who try very hard to keep to themselves and keep their heads down. I think about a gay boy i knew in highschool who loved dancing and was still a pretty masculine guy. I think about how unfair it is that my white counterparts get so many examples and options for manhood while black boys get one culturally accepted version of it.
Admittedly, i don't always love being the soft little freak i am. But thats okay, it doesn't have to feel good all the time. It doesn't have to be perfect. I only need to keep my drive for who i am. And that's enough.
All this shit to say: I hope all the black men following me know they're allowed to redefine masculinity without inherently being comfortable with femininity. Yall are allowed to be masculine in all the different ways and nuances that white men get. We aint just allowed to exist, we have a fucking right to.
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I've finally gathered the words to talk about my personal experience being a trans guy. I want to find other trans guys who can relate and have someone that will help them understand things better. I value sharing and relating experiences. Understanding others' experiences has helped me as a trans guy to put my experience and feelings into these words.
For starters, I've experienced gender dysphoria since I was 5-6. But due to my lack of thought regarding gender and my own identity, I didn't have any understanding on my gender dysphoria. There was a growing off feeling throughout my life that pushed me to realization at 12. Cisnormativie society made it easy to suppress who I am and make me partially go with what they want me to be.
Due to being in a cisnormative and suppressive society, it made it difficult for me to think for myself. So I just went by what people saw me as- a weird cishet girl with an obsession with cis men. The fat manly-looking bum. I was a target of mocking, and people would insult me for not being feminine and thin. People would call me a man- I only found this offensive because it was a jab at my lack of femininity. It was ill-intented to shame me, for people to express their disgust with me. I was only thankful for being ugly because that meant men wouldn't like me, and I wouldn't be expressing the femininity and showing off the very womanly features that make me so uncomfortable and out of place.
I didn't know who or what I wanted to be in life. Androgyny was my best bet and safe haven, since my maleness was suppressed but I didn't enjoy being a girl. Throughout my life I'd try expressing femininity and feeling good about it but it always turned bad for me- it made me so dysphoric, I felt like a clown expressing femininity. It got far more off-putting as I went on with life, yet I tried to suppress the feeling despite how embarrassed and uncomfortable I was.
I never wanted to be a mother, but I wanted to be a parent. Cisnormativity suppressed part of my gender dysphoria, but not all of it since I ended up using androgyny to escape some of this gender dysphoria. I was far too suppressed to identify my maleness yet. To the point of feeling like I was chained to the role of a girl, and I couldn't see a clear and passionate future for myself.
I didn't see girls as competition for me. I couldn't link well with their girlhood and competition, so I didn't value it. I didn't feel pressured too hard by societal expectations of women, and I always brushed it off. And so boys were my competition.
I felt uncomfortable doing certain things that were perceived as feminine/girly, but my excuse for it at the time was that people see me as a girl anyway, so I can let it slide, even though it makes me feel so weird.
I viewed feminine beauty and womanhood as something unlinked to me, it's something I admire from afar. My admiration for women isn't one of influence and idolism, but one of appreciation for their unique ways of expressing themselves as women. In ways I never could, because I could never find my place within femininity or womanhood.
I always hated being seen as attractive by boys. It always felt so repulsive and off-putting to me. I desired to be attractive, but not in a feminine or womanly way. I didn't want to appeal to men. That is where my envy for cis men comes in. Ever since I was 5, I've had this fascination with cis men. Their manhood and manliness, their ways of expressing androgyny, and them attracting women. It stirred up my dysphoria, which got me hooked to them.
Growing up with female puberty, I couldn't connect with it. I found periods and hair-growing interesting, but I couldn't connect with the femininity and womanhood involved in female puberty. It was just there. I never had appreciation for my growing chest, so there were only three options to pick from:
sexualize it
ignore it
hate it
Ignoring my chest is something I did well at- usually. It helped with somewhat alleviating my dysphoria, since I was distracted by other things. They never felt like another part of me, just something to either objectify or be repulsed by.
I didn't understand why girls enjoyed comparing chest size and having bigger boobs than each other. I could never truly enjoy it, and I always looked at flat-chested girls with secret envy.
I started puberty at 8. I started learning about periods at 9 since I knew I'd get mine at 10. I was never excited to get my period, I was only curious- my body was always just an experiment to experience for knowledge, it isn't a connection to who I am and appreciate being. And therefore, my period never made me feel happy and prideful, and it didn't make me feel like I was becoming a woman. That felt like such an off term to use for how I felt and still feel.
When I was in 5th grade, females and males in my class were put in separate rooms to learn about puberty. The whole time during a video of female puberty, I felt my dysphoria stirring with bonding about female puberty and the differences and similarities me and other classmates had. I suppressed my hate for it. I wanted so badly to see what was going on in the other room, to see boys bonding and relating over puberty, to see their reactions and all. The male body fascinated me anyway, and I always enjoyed it. I couldn't bring myself to be really sexually attracted to male bodies as I was fascinated by them and curious. Even if it seemed like it was a sexual attraction to others, it wasn't.
And added onto this, my attraction towards cis men is usually envy towards them and their unique expressions of manhood and masculinity that I couldn't get to express. But my true self was suppressed so it was passed off as me having feelings for them.
I at some point had started to wonder if I was a lesbian but I realized how wrong the label felt for me, so I didn't go with it.
As I'm nearing 16, it's been 3-4 years since I've realized, so it's still somewhat unfamiliar to me to now know why I feel the way I do. I've been dysphoric for 10 years and I've only known of terms to use to understand my feelings for 3/4 of those years- my life is still the same in this regard but the difference is that I have terms to use to describe my feelings and experiences, and others who can relate.
I worry about my past, present, and future. I have somewhat of envy for people that knew their gender since 3-5, so it's no news for them. I spent most of my childhood feeling like I was destined to be a girl and suppress that off feeling growing inside of me.
I'm glad to have been given a second chance to think and feel for myself and finally understand myself and my experiences.
My past self is withered next to a blooming new me. The boy in him didn't get to grow and reveal itself, so he was deprived of life, and died for it. But I was given the chance to find him and finally be him. My younger self would've drowned searching for him, he was too young to dive deep.
And I'm thankful to finally understand myself.
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Rosvebird
[Image ID, a flag striped flag with the colors top to bottom being dusky pink, magenta pink, purple, soft blue and teal ID end]
Rosvebird is a identity in which one feels like a man and woman, masculine and feminine, boy and girl, but doesn't feel like their gender is multi-faced, multigender, girlboy/boygirl, or both binarys
Rosvebird is from being in the cultures and lifestyle of both womanhood and manhood, this may be from being raised as one and becoming another, being bigender at a point, being intersex, being one sex and the other binary gender, living as both or many other experiences
The name comes from Rooster and Dove, Roosters being a symbol of masculinity, Doves being a symbol of femininity and Bird to show common ground between both, as Doves and Roosters are birds
The colors stand for the culture of women and girls and feminine people, womanhood or girlhood, the mixture and grey area of both, manhood or boyhood, and the culture of men and boys and masculine people
This may related to one's gender, sexuality, lifestyle or labels and more
But it is not any of those in itself
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Something I've been reflecting on again is my childhood as a (then unrealized) trans man, and just how it's impacted how I move about now.
I remember as a kid distinctly feeling almost predatory for even breathing near girls my age or women, and while I didn't have the words to understand why that is, I still distinctly feel that way. It's definitely something that weighs on you, especially when you try your best to be upstanding and decent. It's hard to quantify my experiences as a trans man in many ways because they aren't quite the same as cis men or cis women's experiences, and I think people expect trans men to either be the exact same as cis men or admit we aren't "really" men (because, obviously, cis men are the standard (sarcastic)).
All this to say that trans experience is complicated. Support all trans people, and listen to us at all ages. I really wish somebody had somehow noticed and told me I wasn't a monster for how I felt. I hope no young trans person has to ever feel that way.
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