#pretransition

flag id: a flag with 6 stripes, which are dark blue, blue, soft green, light yellow, soft orange, and bright red. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

nescintransitional: when one cannot pinpoint or simply does not know when they began transitioning

[pt: nescintransitional: when one cannot pinpoint or simply does not know when they began transitioning. end pt]

for anon! in the flag uses colors from the transitioning flag and the pretransition flag, flowing between them to represent not knowing where the pretransition experience ended and the transitioning experience began.

the term is 'nesci' from latin 'nescius', meaning 'not knowing', 'in' from 'begin', + 'transitional'!

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai

tags cont: @p-rtyboy, @pawsibell, @dragonpride17

Pre-transition: describing the time when someone didn't transition yet; someone who didn't transition but is going to or willing to transition someday. It could be either for social transition and/or medical transition. Usually someone who socially transitioned already, they may also use "pre-t", "pre-op", "pre-HRT"... Someone who didn't transition in any way may also use "pre-everything".

Here is a comic about being an over dramatic egg. Thanks as ever to the angels who support the comic I appreciate it so much.If you want to join them linktr.ee/tomorjudy Here is the script:

Everything is Somewhat Repaired: Glastonbury 2008

It was the year Amy Winehouse punched an audience member. Her set was incredible.

I had recently met Jane and we were running around like berserk kittens. I was in my pre-transition "cursed sailor" phase and had a new shirt.

Some kind hearted person called out to me "I like your costume". But the day had stretched deep into the night and this berserk kitten sailor was a sack of ragged nerves and unhinged ego.

I angrily yelled back "it's not a costume! it's just clothes!" It was rude and unkind and I'm embarrassed to think about it now. But I do think there's something telling there.

yeah, I was trying really hard to find a bearable way to be a boy and was defensive as all hell. In retrospect I could laugh it off, like If I was going to be in boy drag it might as well be fun, right?

For all it's scattered magic, that night I still wasn't ready to tell myself the truth. I was never a cursed sailor, I was a girl. But at the same time I desperately wanted my life to feel real and not make believe.