#popcornwithnate

As a trans male/nonbinary person, my very stereotypically feminine appearance is often confusing to others, even to other trans people. I want to make a space to talk about the difference between gender identity and expression as trans people, as well as to uplift other's who may be used to being told that they "aren't trans enough" and not receiving much support because people don't know how to approach someone who challenges both gender norms and what we expect from trans people.

I'll be posting commentary, jokes, stories, and resources, as well as reblogging relevant stuff and answering asks. Feel free to come over, ask that question, submit a post, tell your story, or just hang out!

That I am aware that that's just a smaller part of this image:

But they don't have to walk through life with the burden of knowing that their many of their good Christian, hardworking patriot neighbors are the same people who stand for my oppression time and time again. They don't have to wonder when the kind people with open arms will break their heart with an stray comment, when the love will turn harsh and reveal it's conditions.

They can dress how they typically do, use the bathroom without confronting the law, say their name without the fear that someone will suddenly know what they are and hurt them for it. They read the signs and the flags as opinions and pride, while for me the words are like fences, being denied entry.

They see adventure and peace in those clean blue skies and beautiful rolling fields as I feel dirty just stepping onto the grass in the yard. Their futures are here, they have hope for their children. Hope that they will grow up to not be like me, hope I feel guilty tainting by just being seen.

And I try so hard to feel welcome but this place has clauses in fine print my family doesn't need to notice. It's like I was handed a clock the second I entered their land, letting me stay in their peace but only for a little while.