#trans disabled

Cori (she/they) is an unhoused black disabled trans person in desperate need of help!! She has had to pull from her permanent housing fund to stay in a hotel, as they have not been receiving donations despite repeated posts. PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE!!! Any amount helps!

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Location:

Somewhere quiet, calm, and private where you can sit down, relax, and focus. I like to have a table near me where I can easily access my materials.

Preparation:

Just washing your hands and making sure to wear boxers or shorts (if having to be bottomless isn’t your thing) should be enough.

Materials:

- 1 syringe (the plunger part of the injecting tool. This item will have measurements on the side that you can read to see how much medication you are extracting. These measurements are usually in mL in America.)

- 2 needles (one thin and shorter needle to extract the medication and one thicker and longer needle to inject into your body. I have the needle meant to extract the medication already attached to my syringe.)

- 1 alcohol sterilizing pad

- 1 gauze pad

- 1 bandaid

- (Not pictured - the medication)

- (Not pictured - the sharps container)

This is what my set-up for my materials looks like:

Finding your injection site:

You’re going to stand up with your arms down to your sides, like this:

Amazing. You’re doing great. See where your finger tips are hitting, around the outer sides of your upper thighs? Press down. If it is firm, and it is NOT squishy, this is where your injection site is. You want to feel muscle. Here’s where mine was:

Now that you have found your injection site, it is time to prepare your injection.

Preparing your injection:

Take out your medication, syringe, and two needles.

Screw the thinner and shorter needle onto the syringe if it isn’t already screwed on.

Your medication bottle will have a metal cap on it, take it off. Now, you’ll see a rubber dot. This is where you will poke your injection tool through to extract the medication. Turn your medication bottle all the way upside down so the medication goes to the bottom. Insert your injection tool.

Like this:

Perfect, now, begin to pull your plunger slowly, to extract the medication to the correct dosage. It will take a bit for the medication to flow in, you will think nothing is happening at first. When you get to the correct amount, take your needle out. Flick it to make any air bubbles rise to the top. Gently press your plunger to release any of these trapped air bubbles.

Then, switch needles. Re-cap and unscrew the thinner needle, and screw on the thicker needle. There will be some air trapped at the top from the switch. Press your plunger to release this air, and stop when you hit liquid.

Performing your injection:

Take out your alcohol pad, and swab your injection site. Unpackage your bandaid and gauze. You can leave the paper covering the sticky side of the bandaid on, to make sure it doesn’t stick to stuff.

Everyone has their own process for this, but I’m going to tell you mine. I like to stand up, hold my needle like a pen, similar to throwing a dart, and I (gently, but confidently) insert the needle at a 90° angle. You don’t want to be rough with it, but you do want to make sure you don’t hesitate when doing the insertion.) Then, I press the plunger. During this process, I do not attempt to stretch the skin around my injection site. (I found that that stretching the skin around the injection site caused pain and bruising.)

After your injection, take out the needle. Immediately put your piece of gauze on the injection site and cover it with the bandaid. Put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. (The reason I like having the bandaid and gauze out is to streamline this part of the process.)

Clean up:

Put the cap of the needle back on and unscrew it from the syringe. Chuck both items in your sharps container along with the other thin needle and its cap. Once your sharps container fills up, you’ll need to check your city or state’s laws on the disposal of sharps containers.

Begging people who are like “afab can’t be trans feminine” or “amab can’t be trans masculine.” That I was never seen as anything but fat and weird by my peers growing up, I wasn’t a girl or a boy, I was disease. That I was purposefully isolated from the “universal experiences” of my agab to the point I have little to no basis for a lot of things people think I should just Know intrinsically. I was never one of the girls or one of the boys, I could probably count experiences I had where I was on one hand and they basically all happened as an older teen long past the usual dates for them.

Even before I knew I was nonbinary I never considered myself as part of my agab because I was never allowed to really be a person in the first place! My gender was “annoying” and I was denied access to anything else for like a decade. Me presenting more like my agab would be just as foreign and new to me as presenting as any gender.

Gender is a social category i was denied in all forms growing up and any act of trying to enter into any category just in general is inherently an act of trans reclamation for me. One I still find myself nearly incapable of doing because due to growing up degendered. So much transition stuff relies on a base of skills of things you are supposed to learn with your agab and items you are supposed to already have with your agab, so if you don’t have any of that, you’re kinda fucked! I don’t know how to present as any gender, and it’s actively harming me to this day. It harmed me as a kid, it harmed me as a teen, and it’s still harming me now.

So yeah, I fully understand why someone afab would call themselves transfem or whatever, because just beyond being assigned that gender at birth I never really got to experience my gender at all in the first place! Like I won’t deny I got some socialization from like media it’s impossible to not have some, but most of that was theoretical stuff I never got to put into practice. I’m not immune to sexism or misogyny or whatever because I was degendered, but I still wasn’t allowed to be a gender in the first place and any act of mine to learn about my agab does not invalidate my trans experience about it.

But no one is ready for that conversation

You cannot read a post where the point is having boobs does not equal being feminine and go oh! right. Because not wanting boobs equals being masculine! No!! I'm not transmasculine! I'm not trying to look masculine! Kill the gender binary that has a stranglehold on your views of gender!

Stop shoving nonbinary people into a new set of binary boxes!

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the idea that having boobs gets you automatically and inherently classified as being "female presenting" and "feminine presenting" in so-called progressive circles makes me want to maul people.

I've said this before and I'll just keep repeating it forever: I'm disabled. I can't wear a binder. If I tried I'd dislocate several ribs and that'd be the least of my worries. Like. you know why ribs not being where they're supposed to be is dangerous? Yeah. Yeah. Use your imagination. That's a real thing I have to worry about.

I can't even wear a sports bra that's several sizes """too large""" comfortably.

And yeah, I can use trans tape, but that takes concerted time and effort to put on and take off, and every time you put it on you get different results, and you might just mess it up entirely and waste it, and it can get itchy if you're sweating with it on (and it's 90 degrees almost all the time it's not actively winter here, so that's...literally unavoidable. Even sitting in the living room. Because the electric company charges an arm and a leg for AC during the summer AND won't even give you enough to actually cool your shitty tiny apartment even with all the doors shut and curtains drawn!!!!!), and it's expensive to buy more of.

And especially because this declaration of "feminine presenting" or "female presenting" that gets shoved onto you is not only misgendering you, but placing the blame on you for being misgendered for not looking not-female enough. It's no longer the speaker making incorrect assumptions, they're now literally declaring that this is a concious decision you make. You are choosing to "present" yourself this way...by having a body that you have no control over.

And even when it comes to clothes, the idea that the clothes you wear is another purposeful, conscious Presentation™ of your gender...

Even if we ignore for a moment the fact that being disabled and poor severely limits the clothes you can wear and even just have access to, what about people who literally don't get to choose what their clothes are? Kids whose parents buy their clothes for them, people whose carers choose their outfits for them?

My gender is not "sun-bleached tank top and shorts with a reflective sun hat". That's just what I wear so I don't die of heat stroke every time I set foot outside, and so that my joints are not being painfully constricted every time I move. I literally can't take my hat off outside during the day without developing a headache (or are they fucking migraines? fuck if I know!) within minutes from the sun trying to murder me from my light sensitivity. And it took me years to even realize that it was light sensitivity causing this. I remember in middle school the substitute gym teacher asked if I was a vampire because I moved to the closest shady spot every time we moved to a new area.

And like. Let's be honest. Even if I could safely wear a binder...They're fucking expensive.

an identity in which one identifies as hypoglycemic in a trans way

tris & cis flags under break . . .