#transfemboy

They’ve been used for centuries to demonize femininity, sensuality, and nonconformity to punish women and queer people for existing outside the lines. But what happens when we reclaim that? When we say yes, I am that voice you tried to silence?

For me, it’s also a trans story. I released an album a few months ago, a whole one, that’s an allegory for my trans experience within religion and leaving religion and becoming myself, centered on a siren. I didn’t even fully realize at the time how deeply that symbolism runs in our community. But it does. And now I see why.

The voice that was taken or twisted I reclaimed it through music. The in-betweenness between land and sea, human and other that’s me. The fear people have of our beauty, our rage, our softness that’s queerness. And sirens carry all of it.

I know that if I said this to most people, they’d call me delusional. But I think the otherkin and alterkin and sirenkin etc communities would understand. You might understand. You know what it means to carry something that the world says isn’t real but you know it is. You feel it. You are it.

So… this is me. Elf. Siren. And if anyone’s curious, yes the album exists. The music is the myth. I’ll gladly share it with anyone who wants to hear it.