#transarts

Haii Peeps! Merry Christmas! :D

In this special day, Here’s a drawing of Adriana in a cute dress!!

I hope ya peeps like this! :3

Last week I posted a toy haul, and I'm posting another one this week too.

TW: Gender dysphoria, misgendering, transphobia, self-harm, mention of suicide, eating disorder

"What do you mean?!" She says,

"You're my daughter!" She says.

"This is nonsense!" She shouts,

She'd come to find her little girl was anything but.

"No haircut," She says.

"No binder!" She says.

"No stupid pronoun changes!" She shouts,

She doesn't want to accept her little girl as anything but.

"You're following a trend," She taunts,

"The world has gone mad!" She taunts.

"I'll never accept this!" She shouts.

She'll never accept her little girl as anything but.

"Why don't you socialise?" She probes,

"Why do you isolate yourself?" She probes.

"Nobody will help you." She grunts.

Maybe because her little girl is anything but.

"What is this razor doing here?" She questions,

"Why are you suicidal?" She questions.

"You've done this to yourself." She groans.

Her little girl is alive, but wants to be anything but.

"Darling, I'm scared." She frets,

"You're skin and bones!" She frets.

"Please eat, I love you!" She cries.

Her little girl is dying, when she could be anything but.

"You know what?" She says,

"I'm getting you a haircut" She says.

"But I'm not calling you 'they'!" She retorts.

Maybe her little girl isn't a girl after all - she's anything but.

"You don't want your skirts?" She asks,

"You don't want your bras?" She asks.

"That's fine, I'll give them to charity." She sighs.

She's starting to accept that her little girl is anything but.

"You look like a boy in those clothes!" She says,

"You're not my son, you know that?" She says.

"But I accept you're not a girl" She states.

She has realised her child was never anything but.

Fromm Less Fromm

//2018

Kai Trausenegger

Installation View, 

Kunstraum PFERD, Vienna

www.kaitrausenegger.com

Assistance:

Kaja Clara Joo

Elias Berner

I am soooooo excited to announce the EnbyCorner's TransArts campaign! So far, 2 users I have reached out to have contributed, and now I am opening it to everyone. The campaign is (as the name suggests) revolved around the art produced by all trans* and non-binary individuals in the LGBTQIA+ community, and our page will showcase them! Got anything that was stated in the images above? Read on to find out how you can get involved and what the process will look like!

1. Make sure your art is entirely finished. We humbly will not be posting half-finished art.

2. Message the enbycorner page or the owner to explain what your art is, give the title and your name or the name of your tumblr page for clarification. We will also require your pronouns so we know how to address you. If these are not given, we will use gender-neutral pronouns (they/them) and refer to you as the tumblr page name that you contacted us on. If you want, you can also share your name, age, social accounts, gender, sexuality or anything else you would like us to mention in your post!

3. If you'd prefer not to message, or can't, you can also submit your art and the needed information to the "submit a post" section on our page! We will review it that way and post it if it is accepted.

4. You will receive a message from Falen, the owner, confirming your post! Thank you for participating.

Got any questions? Submit them on the "ask a question" tab or send us a message.

I hope to see man submissions from our awesome community! Thanks for reading,

there is agony in every fabric

skirts on signs

or skirts in seats

in a skirt, a mantlepiece

even now that my hair’s short,

a skirt in my mother’s mind

this is forever

this is who i am

i will be a child always

innocent man, do you even realize how lucky you are?

I don’t know what I want her to see when she looks at me

Right now she has memorized my identity

Like she’s studying for a test

But not very well because she often forgets

The comments she makes, the words that she says

I know she still thinks I’m a girl

All she can see is my lipstick and my short skirts

My tight shirts and my bras and I can’t make her understand I am not naturally skinny,

I’m not naturally beautiful or handsome whatever you want to call it, that’s not me

So when I wear too big jeans and too long shirts and too many sports bras I just look like a girl who has given up

All she can see is my soft jaw and my soft nose and my hips

And maybe I don’t want her to see me differently

Because she could fall in love with the girl with the dark red lips and shaved legs and lacy bras

She won’t, because I am not enough for her

But I can see her eyes linger on my waist and maybe I don’t want that to change

But it hurts to see that in her eyes I am still who i used to be