reality tv show where they take out trans and non binary people and buy them a whole new wardrobe to help them feel comfortable and fit their representation
I bought cute undies at the mall today. The lady shopping next to me said “I have to ask, my son is trans, I am buying him underwear… I mean her, still working on the her thing, sorry, but could you help me? Please!”
I almost cried.
really though nothing makes me happier than supportive parents of trans* kids
- Funding For Transgender Surgery
- The Process of Getting Top Surgery
- Physical and Social Dysphoria
- There’s no T in Top Surgery
- Top Surgery: Analyzing Results
- Top Surgery: 1 Year Post-Op Follow-Up and Mini-FAQ
- Top Surgery: Tips and Advice (for pre/during/post op)
I also recommend these, related to my own surgery:
Friendly reminder that it is okay to change how you identify
- Human beings are constantly changing
- New information constantly circulates
- This can go for your gender as well
if you identify as genderless then change to genderfluid
that is okay
if you never change how you identify, that is also okay
identity does not have to be set in stone
MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”
WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.
Shoutout to nonbinary PoC—you deserve just as much visibility as white nonbinary folks. For a lot of you, nonbinary identities existed in your culture(s) but were pushed aside due to western colonization. Don’t let racist assholes make you believe that your gender identity doesn’t exist.
Nothing quite gets to me like walking into a restaurant or store and being greeted with, “Hello, Ladies,” especially when the person I’m with is male identified.
Look everyone! It’s the best thing!
all you need to know about why I won’t ever watch this movie again
Meg Allen - Butch
BUTCH is a documentary portrait project and exploration of the butch aesthetic, identity and presentation of female masculinity as it stands in 2013-14. It is a celebration of those who choose to exist and identify outside of the binary; who still get he’d and she’d differently throughout the day; who get called-out in bathrooms and eyed suspiciously at the airport; who have invented names for themselves as parents because “Mom” nor “Dad” feels quite right; and who will generally expect that stare from the gender police trying to figure out if they are “a boy or a girl”. It is an homage to the bull-daggers and female husbands before me, and to the young studs, gender queers, and bois who continue to bloom into the present. (source)
Today I was feeling especially crappy about gender binary, and how it’s acceptable to be androgynous only if you’re young, thin and pretty. I hear people talking about old “men” who wear makeup and “look ridiculous”, and I feel like they’re talking about me because one day I’ll be old and wrinkly and maybe finally brave enough to wear whatever the frack I want. So I doodled these to cheer myself up, as a kind of a “screw you” to assholes and a “love you” to fellow genderqueer people. Let’s grow old together and be awesome. <3
this is so important, non binary gender identities/ expressions don’t just… go away after your twenties are over.
I’m being told no one would by a teacher. I’d like to prove her wrong
I married a trans woman.
Count mine twice, one each for me and my datemate.
You surmised correctly, O Hatted One. It is indeed descended from “menarche”. I use transarche to denote when i first truly realized I was trans. While I had a breakdown at eight, I never really did anything about it (unless you count praying, which didn’t really help) and I gave up, assuming that I was just a weirdo.
It wasn’t until late August 2013 that I realized “Hey, I’m still having these thoughts about being a girl. Maybe I should check into that…” That is what I call my transarche. Afterwards I went online, did some Googling, took the COGATI (and subsequently found out it was bullshit), found out “I’m not alone or crazy!?”, but it was that first “Wait a minute…” moment that I recognize as the beginning of my journey. If you want to use transarche, you’re more than welcome to it, it’s not like I took out a copyright on it. (Although…)
So anyway, thank you to Joe, my shitty supervisor at my last job. If you hadn’t treated me like dirt, I might not be the woman I am today. Thank you so much, you rotten piece of garbage.
I am seriously happy, though. Being trans caused some strife in my life, but I made some good friends out of the process. I even found love. So for reals, Joe… Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Three years later, my body looks exactly how I pictured it to look when I was younger. It has been a fun journey, so far. Here’s to many more years of growth as a human.