i revel in my material reality specifically because a) I have no other options (and therefore must learn to transmute it into joy etc. lest I fall into the pit of despair), and b) it pisses off the exact people it's supposed to 🩷
there is a large overlap in how i feel about my transness and how i feel about my disabledness. I am gentle with myself insofar as I feel it's useless to simply view my body as my enemy. however, there is still a sort of enemies/lovers adversarial relationship that I have with that same body. it is my home and my vessel but it is also the source of much torment and pain and suffering. I have had to learn how to live a life worth living within it. I have learned when I can push its boundaries and when I can't. but I defiantly refuse to let myself wallow in my own self-misery about how awful of a lot in life I've been given, when I could be finding an ironic sort of joy in those very same circumstances. I think that is fundamentally why people are so confused at the idea of a highly dysphoric person seemingly enjoying doing that which should be highly dysphoric for them. I do not have a choice. I have chosen to be playful and drag-y with it and find the cruel irony of life as something humorous because, truthfully, it is. but, additionally, it is an active choice of rebellion and survival for me to do so. it is my version of using dark humor to cope with a dark reality. this is not a prescription for anyone but me. this is simply how I relate to myself, for myself. it is my version of self care. I have had my months and years of sitting there sobbing over the body I'll never have and the lives I'll never live. I'm done with it. I can cry all day about how my body will forever look like that of a woman and how fucked up our society is for only having oppressive options to live under. life is a joke. I might as well have some fun with it while I'm here. there's not really a point to centralizing my focus on that suffering as much as possible in some vain pursuit of "validity" that will be ripped up from underneath the second I act "out of line". you'd be wise to consider what supposed rewards you receive from doing so & how illusionary they are. but that's not my business, regardless. and neither is my feminine aesthetics, your business.









