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#transgender experience
onlytiktoks · 27 days
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desiretoadore · 2 months
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Being a trans afab person who loves being feminine is so annoying because no one will ever take you seriously. Like yes, my favourite colour is pink, I love wearing skirts and dresses, I love wearing makeup and jewelry and feeling pretty, but that does not make me a girl!! I am so sorry I don’t fit into your perception of gender, but I’m not doing this for you! I’m not here to preform for you, put on a show of what you think a trans afab person should be. I’m here to express my true self.
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vinnystaysawake · 26 days
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More serious work about my experience with gender. Sorry that this isn't my usual stuff, but I think it's important to be vocal about experiences.
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nyquil-guzzler-420 · 7 months
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I love how as a collective we see something gory and unsettling and horrifying, then immediately go "oh yeah. this is so trans."
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the-great-chimera · 6 months
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I hate going back to my hometown and seeing grown kids I use to interact with. They'll be like "holy shit how are you! You look so much better now what happened??"
Like. Trisha. Babe. I was a depressed and closeted queer/ transgender kid. What happened is that I was freed from that judgemental hellscape you call a 'school', was properly medicated for my issues, and am now in an environment where I can feel most comfortable and happy.
I'm sorry that the version of me you got to see growing up wasn't the real me. I'm better now.
I'm hot asf
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cannibalbite · 9 months
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"My Words to Victor Frankenstein above the Village of Chamounix: Performing Transgender Rage" by Susan Stryker.
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girlmachinezeph · 1 year
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One of the aspects of realizing I was trans at 19 is the grief of not just lost social opportunity and other things about not having tween/teen years that weren't swamped in massive constant dysphoria, is that it numbed the shit out of my senses, including emotional ones. This meant that I actively pushed away parental affection as well as didn't feel the plenty I got, leaving this large hole it feels like when I read stories with maternal or paternal affection because dysphoria robbed me of that. Such relations require reciprocated attention and I was just so much internally in pain I could focus on nothing else, and constantly doing whatever I could to place walls and numb it. It hurts and is unbelievably frustrating and also why I want to take care of others and dote so much because I don't want anyone else to feel this.
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drainsdorm · 7 months
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Being Transgender
I’ve been out as a trans man for 4, almost 5 years. I came out when I was 14 and am now 18. My relationship with my gender has surely changed as I’ve gotten older, not in a detransitioning way, but in a I-Have-An-Evolved-Outlook-On-Gender-Now kind of way. Early in my transition, I was so fixated on people getting my identity correct, recognizing me as a man and only a man, strictly a man, the manliest man a man could be. Honestly, it makes sense, I was much younger, of course I felt so strongly to be seen in the light I wished to be seen in. I would become so dejected and depressed over misgendering and deadnaming to the point where I got angry at anyone who dared to do it.
But, at the good old age of 18, it’s as if that all went away. As I grew further into my male identity, I became more fluid with my expression and feelings, and more comfortable with myself to the point where I feel like I don’t need to prove anything to anyone like I did when I was 14. I don’t feel that burning anger and frustration when I’m misgendered or deadnamed anymore, unless it’s out of purposeful malice of course. But beside that, my gender identity seems to have transcended that of the binary at this point, I wouldn’t say I’m non-binary necessarily, I still identify as a man, but not strictly a man if that makes sense. Basically, I am a man but also I’m fine being anything, really. If 14 year old me could see me now, I only hope that he realizes sooner that he doesn’t need to prove himself constantly, that he will be okay in the near future, fully comfortable with himself and his identity and place in the world.
If you’re reading this and feel similarly, please feel free to share anything about it. The trans experience is so versatile and beautiful, if I could gather each one and breathe them in, I’d be grateful.
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snazum · 5 months
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A series of comics based on my trans experience. Sort of related to each other?
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Please stop dead naming me.
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It makes stuff awkward and potentially dangerous.
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I'm sorry I couldn't be [REDACTED].
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espurrkiin · 7 months
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hey so I decided to be a demon for Halloween and decided to do a demo for the outfit and heres what I put together! I also have wings and horns but I'm going to paint the horns.
I guess the vibes are lowkey "Satan's pet" and edgy but free vibes.
ps is trying out outfits trying to figure out what looks best even called "demo"ing ?? idk what Im doing
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illcuturdickoff · 3 hours
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*inauthentic
anyways job search is going great. definitely don't want to die at all
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st4rduzt05 · 1 month
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I constantly mourn that I’ll never be a baby daddy
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suspect-percy · 9 months
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“Don’t get a big one, if you want to know what it feels like to have a big one, just put a cucumber in your pants”
- My father, giving me unsolicited advice about selecting a packer
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doodle-boy · 5 months
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I love having a deeper voice now cause I hardly ever get misgendered these days. And on the occasions I do, I just hit them with my deepest voice, and the next time they adress me, it's with the correct pronouns.
Litterally happened last week when I went out to eat with my brother. We're paying for a buffet, and you pay before you go in. The guy at the counter is taking drinks too, and he takes my brother's drink, then turns to me and says, "And for you, miss?" And I just open my mouth and with a deeper than normal inflection I go "yeah I'll get x..." and I watched in delight his face briefly flicker from confusion to 'oh shit I fucked up' for but a moment, and by the time we finished paying he made a point to say "you gentlemen have a good day"
Litterally, a voice goes such a long way for me, I seriously love my voice even if it still cracks on occasion, lol.
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kandiwinged · 2 months
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i got binders today :) I am really happy. I bought 2 cuz they were pretty cheap and they're real good quality and transpirable as hell and really comfortable and and and and I am so happy y'all I swear
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whispersofa-deadman · 6 months
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one thing that is impossible to convey to cisgender friends is just the inexplicable horrible disgusting feeling that comes from a deadname being uttered.
like currently, im closeted from my family and therefore only expect them to say my deadname and so ive become numb to it. at school however, i’m very lucky to say everyone from teachers to friends and peers know my real chosen name (not the one on this account teehee), pronouns, and that i’m queer. my teachers have been supportive because i also got lucky that i took classes with all the great teachers teaching them, especially my art teacher throughout high school. i also am incredibly grateful because i am lucky to have a good group of queer friends and a friend circle of supportive people (well at least for the most part. if you know, you know.)
with that said, every once in a while someone will say my deadname at school, usually an old classmate or friend i haven’t seen in ages but see me and give a passing hello, and it feels so horrendously strange. even though i hear and see the name everyday at home, when its said at school it sounds like an alien word of a language never seen outside of that utterance on earth, and having it directed at me just feels so strangely wrong.
and then this morning- a very off morning overall- something rare happened. remember my art teacher? yeah absolutely incredibly lovely woman, she is the only teacher that i trust to talk about my family situation or generally queer topics with, but also constantly stressed and visibly running all over the place in her mind. this morning, my teacher (who was just looking at portfolio assignments from the previous year, including my own with my deadname on it) just asked me something in the lesson about last year (a simple and yes or no) but for the first time sine literally a year ago, flat out deadnamed me. she hadn’t even noticed, it just slipped off her tongue and then she had to move on, and i have been sick and was very hungry and tired so i assumed i was imagining her saying it, but it was so distinctly wrong feeling and sounding that i knew it was real. the name sounded so unnatural in her voice, like her body knew it was false yet her mind kept speeding ahead. it sounded alien and it was directed at me but this time the direction made me feel as if i was wrong, as if i had just slipped through an alternate universe where i was still stuck in the same closet walls people forced me into time and time again. it felt like a slap in the face, a punch to the gut, a knife to an open wound. it felt like a reminder that no matter how hard i tried, i would always be too disconnected with who i am and how the world registers me. my name is My name but the deadname is still the one ironed onto my chest. people can nod their heads and follow the script but one mistake and i feel like a child caught playing dressyp and pretend beyond the age adults deem it appropriate. in one tiny word lasting a second from a slip up i couldn’t even correct, i felt more ill i had from the actual cold festering in me. and oce again, i understand this teacher enough to know this doesn’t mean any true malice of any kind, but man it felt like a disorienting kind of hell and made my ears feel so uncomfortable, and i don’t think i coudl ever explain it to my cisgender friends.
regardless of whether or not they changed their name, i know my trans friends could feel what i was getting at, but to everyone else they don’t feel it so they couldn’t understand it. i tried explaining it to someone and i couldn’t do it. i tried again and i couldn’t do it. being trans is truly such a unique experience even down to the aspects that many cis people ik feel they have enough of a grasp on.
idk if any of that made sense, or if this was anything worth saying. i just still feel weird and the strange alien way the name was said and felt still rattles in my mind
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