Post-Covid with the boys
I had a colleague ask a few days ago about how I felt living in the US and being trans considering all of everything - and I had to explain that right now has been the weirdest time to be transfem because so many people in my personal and day-to-day life are so much more educated on trans issues, and are active and good allies of trans people, than I have ever seen before. My bible-belt grandma can handle the singular 'they' now, which she wasn't for the six years I was out as an enby. Strangers in public compliment my hair and my makeup even when I'm not at all passing. Politicians are becoming much more actively hostile while even the rural areas I grew up in are growing kinder to trans folks.
It's such an intensely strange feeling. And it wasn't one I was able to effectively communicate to my colleague. I don't know that this change will be enough or quick enough. But there is a change happening in the communities I live in.
kleine realisatie:
cis is een niet uncommon voornaam
ik heb een geweldig grappige mogelijkheid gemist bij het kiezen van mijn naam
Zonnige treinreis naar Utrecht, please fix me zonnige treinreis naar Utrecht
@ Dutch people can you please come take your supermarket chain back like why do I have to look at this thing
i always mean it when i say i love you btw
i dont think i posted these but here i made a little frog pattern to make tiny frog toys with my grandma
this is the first lil guy I made while still learning how i should sew it
little thingy from the other week, stuff on my mind
#uggghhhhh i hateeeee it when Art is Good and manages to hit something within you
Ok also I think the reason I Saw The TV Glow is so powerful (and everyone is making jokes like it got them to start hrt) even beyond its fundamental message of hope and There Is Still Time etc is because as a trans person there are so many people and medias that will ask you the question What If You're Faking It. What If It's Not Real. And ISTVG is the first media I've seen that asks What If You're Not? What if you're not and you keep going on like this?
And it gives that question a name and a physical presence and a weight and an aesthetic and a horror. It's like TV static. It's like falling asleep on the car ride home. It's like living with a light inside you crawling to get out. It's like suffocating to death. It follows that thought to its logical conclusion and, in a frankly extremely painful and hard-to-watch but deeply needed way, excruciatingly draws out what that looks like. Suspended animation. Stasis. A life that is not your life.
It says that choosing not to transition is still a choice.