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My History (he/him to she/her)
My transgender experience and my time tumblr, not all that surprisingly, overlap slightly. At the age of 14 I made my first foray into tumblr and met a number of people and accounts who were hugely formative to my early years on the internet. Outside of tumblr I had a mostly average young-teenage social life, perhaps on the shyer and reserved side but not altogether abnormal.
Keeping in this bubble of normalcy was the school where I went and the town where I lived. It was small and semi-rural, and far out of “big cities.” Because of this, my first real contact and understanding of transgender identities came from the internet, tumblr specifically. Now, for those that swear by the “social contagion” of transness, I know how this must appear, but in retrospect I would not really pin tumblr and it’s communities as an “infection vector.”
Rather, it was the Wachowskis.
Love them or hate them (and, golly, has there been a lot of digital ink spilled on that), no one can deny that to the average 14 year old boy, The Matrix is pretty cool. So combine these inspirational directors with a cool cyberpunk movie, some relatively tamed sexuality, and such intrigues as the character Switch (for those that don’t know, Switch was originally intended as a trans character, “switching” genders when entering and leaving the Matrix) and the very concept of trans people was not something I would accidentally forget the name of.
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Of course, there was a whole litany of events and peoples and foundational experiences I could get into, each one contributing to the coming landslide, but I won’t digress about it here. Suffice it to say that I came out as bisexual at 15 and (to a select few) transgender at 16, though I had as yet no notions of transitioning either hormonally or socially.
I was the only trans kid there. At least, as far as I know, and blending into the crowd (no matter the personal discomfort) seemed the path of least resistance for a shy, awkward boy-girl. 
I played around with names and makeup and skirts for a while. The first few times made my heart pound hard and my throat to go dry. It was a mixture of excitement and dread of the wrong person walking in at the wrong time. My friend group, by and large, were supportive though they themselves only ranged from “LGBT Ally” and “maybe bi-curious.” Life was mostly good, though I was quick to notice that clothes and faceful of makeup did little to alter my gangly arms, my nervous twitches, the leg hair that stood out very dark against my pale skin.
When I had first applied the concept of being transgender to myself I saw it as more, well, magical. That I would see my awkward puberty (already be a few years late in coming) be stripped away and that I would simply transfigure into a perfect female form. Of course I knew, rationally, that was not how the process worked but in my daydreams and short stories it was always as simple as that.
As I have learned these last five years, living openly as a trans girl, it was much more difficult. That is not to say I was tricked into it! I was always cognizant of the fact that my dreams were one thing and that to be an out and proud trans woman was very different. What I did think (and this is the concept that I am having second guesses on), was that it was better than testosterone-fueled puberty.
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Looking back, I’d say that I am beyond a doubt happy with the life I lived and that living as transgender has given me a perspective on gender and sexuality that I could not have gotten anywhere else. Yet here we are five years later, I’m approaching my mid-20s and it’s probably about time I start HRT, right?
Well, I’m still terrified by the aging effects of testosterone: wrinkles, body hair, male pattern baldness, etc, I came upon a surprise that I think even you Detransitioners and Gender Criticals would be interested to hear: I’ve found that, for this moment, I am happy with my body.
Now -- I still dress feminine, I throw on makeup whenever my face is splotchy, I keep my hair long because it frames my (admittedly) long face rather well. And, as said before, I think I would rather lose this right arm of mine than get a receding hairline.
When I look at myself in the mirror, however, what I see is (pardon the language) a cute, effeminate twink -- and I’m happy with what I see (for now, not all of us are forever young, right?). Now, looking at myself in the mirror and telling myself I am looking at a girl I see a number of flaws: forehead, shoulders, chest, etc., the usual dysphoric candidates, but last night something amazing happened:
I looked at my reflection and asked myself: what if this was the image of a guy I’m trying to date? Someone who actually doesn’t mind showing off their broad shoulders and flat chest? It sounds droll but it’s true, I fell in love with myself. Well, maybe not in the Narcissus way, but I found myself loving the fact that I looked like a kind of boy!
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So that leads me to today. Ever since the revelation I find that my brain seems to be changing beyond my control. Womanhood? Femininity? Whatever you want to call it, just didn’t seem as important anymore -- it seemed to be leaking out of me bit by bit. All that remains is this sense of masculinity, not the traditional kind, but something male, something boy-ish even, and basking in it gave me more euphoria than ever before.
Going forward, I want to engage with detrans literature, I want to hear the stories of detransistioners and transgender people and everyone in between. I know somewhere out there, my experience can be related to and I hope to find the answer soon -- should I detransition or not?
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Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:
The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition
The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man
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endusviolence · 2 months
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
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jeremiahthefroge · 5 months
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I used to hate looking at pictures of the old me. I'd just come out, then, just barely started throwing out the clothes I didn't like, just barely cutting my hair short (and having the hairdresser misunderstand me, and having a Karen cut). I started deleting the pictures wherever they cropped up, turning the pictures around on the walls when I passed them. Two, three, four years of looking ANYWHERE but directly at myself in photos, of only staring myself hard in the eye in the mirror so my eyes couldn't roam across my round face and curvy figure and whatever the fuck else I didn't like about myself.
And then recently, my mother sent me an old picture of me. I'm probably ten or eleven in it. I had made a snowman in the front yard for the first time in years. It had been a big win for me, getting outside and playing and being happy all by myself without being told to do it.
I look very happy in those pictures. I also don't look like me at all. That kid could definitely have been my little sister, but if anybody saw her, then saw me, I don't really think they'd have made the connection.
And I wasn't dysphoric.
That was weird. I should have been, because I've spent years having my stomach drop out of my body whenever I looked at old pictures. But I wasn't. I looked at her. She was happy. And in some way, I am too. Not right now, right this second, maybe, but I can smile like that too, and mean it. It's different ways, sure-- she's ten, she's just learning how to make online friends, she's making snowmen and bad OCs and discovering pop punk and eating 2 packs of ramen every day, and I'm going to college and making real life friends my age, and I'm in love, and I'm still making OCs and I listen to metal and I am everyday just a bit more free-- but we're both happy, and maybe the point IS that we're happy in different ways.
Maybe the point here is that I can look at my child self, and I can see that I used to be a CHILD. A child who didn't know very much. A child who had fun. And now, now I'm an adult, and I'm not a girl anymore. I don't have to be. It's okay that she didn't know who I was yet, because she was just a little girl making snowmen in the front yard.
Maybe the point is that I forgive her for presenting as a girl because we're different in a lot of ways, but I'm not worse off as I am and she wasn't better off as she was. We're just different. I just grew into something else.
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daggerhobbit · 1 month
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The other day when I was volunteering at the library, I was shelving books when a little kid came up to me and just stared at me before asking “Are you a girl?”
Me: “uh… no, I’m not a girl.”
Kid: “are you a boy?”
Me: “Well, no, actually-“
Kid (looking at me with wide eyes): “Are you a *fairy*?!?”
Me (leaning down and speaking in a whisper): “Yes, but sshh, don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”
Then the kid just looked up at me with wide eyes before their face broke into a huge smile and they nodded enthusiastically.
That interaction made my entire frickin day. Also apparently I’m a fairy now.
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raynedayys2 · 2 months
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Normalize letting trans kids live.
Every trans child on this planet deserves to be safe & supported.
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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"What if I'm not trans, what if I'm choosing to be trans for [list of reasons]"
I am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you like a can of soda. If, for whatever reason, you looked within yourself and decided to be trans - you're still trans. We (as trans people) don't need to have an "I always knew" story. We don't need to have the ~magical transsexual gene~. It's incredibly hard for so many of us to figure out why we're trans, and if being trans was always a choice, the reasons for choosing to be trans would be complex. If being trans is always a choice, that doesn't negate that we deserve human dignity and respect for who we are.
It shouldn't matter if you chose your trans identity or not, becayse you still are a person. You breath the same air I do, and you deserve to live how you want, on your terms. You watch the same sunrises and sunsets I do, you are here. I, for one, welcome you no matter what your inner reflections are about your transness. You have a place in this world, you have inherent worth.
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welldrawnfish · 6 months
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OC do not steel. pretty please
If I get a positive response I'll start on one of these, depending on whatever feels has the most support. And ill start stuff like patreon and whatever else is needed to make the projects successful. I will make ti my full time career.
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sabertoothwalrus · 4 months
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butches <3
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vyeoh · 13 days
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(The Washington Post)
For those who don't know, the US Supreme Court just ruled that states are allowed to enforce trans healthcare for minors. Undoubtedly, this will trigger a wave of other states that either hope to pass or have already passed policies to do the same. This is going to kill children, and harm more in long-lasting ways.
So, how can you help?
FUCKING VOTE. I don't care if you don't like Biden, he's not the only one on the ballot. Vote representatives into your city council who will turn our city into a sanctuary city. Vote for governors and state reps who will, even if they don't pass new protections, oppose bans being pushed through. Chsllenge and kick out conservative incumbents who are banking on their races being obscure enough for people to not vote in.
Anyone telling you voting is useless is either lying to you or grossly uninformed and think saying this is the edgy new take that will make them look hip and informed. Yes, the system is broken. But short of burning the whole thing to the ground (which personally I'm not a fan of as I quite enjoy having like. Roads and the FDA) what we can do is to change it for the better, by starting with the local races and working our way up.
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jonahmagnus · 1 year
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In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.
There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.
There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.
She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.
But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.
What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.
She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.
Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.
He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.
“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”
A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.
“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”
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howlingtothevoid · 2 months
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Complex feelings, hidden delusions
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I wish I was a boy, I wish I was your man
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angel-archivist · 16 days
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I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute And then I'll be nothing forever And all of my memories And all of the things I have seen will be gone With my eyes, with my body, with me
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Critics are saying a new bill introduced into the Texas Legislature this year will only encourage a bounty-hunting trend that targets drag queens and transgender people. Texas state GOP Rep. Steve Toth filed House Bill 4378 on Thursday, March 9 that will allow anyone in Texas to sue people who perform in drag or host a drag performance where children are present.
The bill targets events like family-friendly brunch shows at restaurants or drag queen story time events at libraries or other family-oriented drag queen events. The bill says that people who sue a person or venue can be awarded $5,000 in damages.
Erin Reed, a transgender rights activist and independent reporter, tweeted about HB 4378 on Saturday, March 11, saying that the piece of legislation could easily be used to target transgender people who perform.
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The bill defines drag as "a performance in which a performer exhibits a gender that is different than the performer’s gender recorded at birth." It goes on to say this performance can involve using makeup and clothing to dance, lip sync, or perform "in a lascivious manner."
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The bill joins 17 other proposed pieces of Texas legislation that targets transgender people, drag queens, and the LGBTQ+ community. The Advocate reported in November 2022 that Texas legislators have proposed anti-LGBTQ+ bills for the upcoming legislative session. This now includes HB 4378 and the recent heterosexual tax cut bill from state Rep. Bryan Slaton.
That proposed bill would provide massive tax cuts, up to 100%, for straight families that stay married and have children. Slaton also pushed a bill that would have outlawed minors at drag shows.
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haunted-headset · 8 months
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Story time!
I saw someone talking about their first pride parade & how kind the people there were, so I thought I'd share what happened to me! I had to go with my mom, and she has no idea that I'm trans (thank goodness she knows I'm pansexual). Before we left the parade, I met this drag queen & asked to take a video with her for my friend. The drag queen was so kind to me! I think she could tell I was really overstimulated & excited, so she just held my hand & told me how gorgeous I was & it was great! She asked me what my pronouns were, & I almost said "he/they," but I caught myself & gave my fake pronouns. After the video, my mom was walking a bit ahead of me, so the drag queen told me, "So I noticed that you were about to use different pronouns in front of your mom, right?" I had nodded and was like "oh shit" but all she said was, "Are your pronouns he/him?" I told her what my pronouns were & she gave me this big hug & was like, "I'm so sorry you can't be your handsome self around your mom, sweetheart. Just remember that you are a gorgeous, handsome boy & that you'll always have a drag queen who loves you if your mom doesn't, okay, honey?"
Long story short, go to pride parades!! The people there are usually so nice & it's usually tons of fun :)
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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Something I love that some trans people do is talk about their pre-transition selves with no context as to their transition.
Like, if a trans woman talks about her past by saying, "when I was in Boy Scouts..." and never elaborates that she's trans and that there was a time where she was a boy scout. I just think that kind of normalization is great (and honestly, it can be funny when others are like "a GIRL in the BOY scouts?????? My life is changed")
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