Seriously. Why should i justify my existence to you?
You sound like the people that want me dead.
You sound like the people that want me to kill myself.
You sound like my mother. Happy Mother's Day, i guess.
You can't just ask someone that. It's transphobic.
How many times have people like me been questioned and scrutinized like this?
When will you stop asking this question?
The person who reblogged this and put it on my dash is someone i knew in real life. I wouldn't take it so seriously, except she frequently posts and reblogs things about how people like me only transition to gain social power, about how we're a blight on real trans people.
I wonder if she wants me dead. If she could look me in the face and repeat all of the hateful shit she posts. I'm some five to ten years younger than her.
I used to idolize her. Someone who was so unapologetically herself despite having weathered more years than me. I hadn't met many queer people older than me then.
I crocheted cat paws and gave them to her, just because she said she liked them. Sewed on toe beans and everything. They were the first wearable i ever made, i think.
I looked at the OP too. She's not any better. What she posts about people like me, i mean. I tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, i really did. Maybe the post just wasn't for me. Except i get the feeling it was. OP reblogs and says "everyone needs to ask themselves this", and i guess im part of everyone.
It still sounds transphobic. It doesn't matter if it comes from the mouth of someone who transitioned, too.
OP asks this fifty times. I don't know that i have fifty responses in me.
My mom asks this question. She thinks that I'm just going through a phase. That in ten years I'll regret this.
She says i can't transition. That she won't allow me to. She says only if i can get a note from a therapist, after a full year of looking at it in therapy.
Nevermind that i can't afford a full year of therapy. Or that i can't get to a therapist, because of my visual impairment preventing me from driving a car. That's America, baby.
Could i even find a therapist who knew how to discuss this? Or would it just be them, asking me this question?
I mean obviously she could've meant conversion therapy. I don't think that'd help.
And therapy is a scam, anyways. I'm a psych major, I'd know. You can't trust a therapist. You say too much and suddenly you're locked up in an asylum.
There's actually a really interesting history between trans men and institutionalization. Or at least, i figure there must be. There's almost no literature about us. I wonder where we went. Where we were. There's plenty of transfemme literature.
I wonder if we were asked this question. I wonder if it's a privilege to even be asked this question, before they lock me away for being hysterical. I wonder if that's what progress is.
There's an abandoned insane asylum at my school. We call it South Campus. Some of the braver students go and explore it. I hear they use it as a movie set too.
Personally, i couldn't stomach the thought of going there. There's not much difference between me and those ghosts. Too much baggage.
My worst fear is being institutionalized. I don't know if I've ever told you that.
Maybe that's why. Why I'm a man, i mean. It's thematic to my character arc, my being afraid of being put in an asylum.
I think that's probably part of why it seems like people like me are lesser trans people, right? I mean,
Throughout most of history, if a woman tried to start dressing like a man, there'd be consequences.
It's not like he'd have any recourse. The woman, i mean. He's property. Belongs to his father or his husband. That's what god says, right?
So even if it were a crime to forcibly impregnate him, and in most places most times it's not a crime, he can't seek justice. After all, that's his duty, as a wife.
Obviously it's allowed to a certain extent. It's what we call a tomboy. But who decides how much is too much?
Where's the line between 'kids, am i right?' And 'she's hysterical. You ought to seek mental help for her.'
And how long do i get to be a man? That ends when my mother decides this has gone on long enough, that I'm mentally unwell. I'll be just another hysterical woman locked away.
I mean, it happened to my friend, last year. His family said he strayed too far from god. Pulled him out of school. Cut us all off and locked him away.
So there's not as much opportunity to write literature, and contribute to "trans culture". When most of your community are under the control of their parents and husbands. When it's not safe for them to be the men they are.
That person who reblogged the original post, she says that trans men don't contribute anything meaningful to trans culture, that all we do is steal the culture of trans women.
I wish we had the chance to develop our own. We had that little golden era in 2020, i mean. People still post about it. Boys who play ukulele covers of cavetown songs. People who stray away from cisfemininity and name themselves Bug and Arson.
What do you mean that's not culture? That that's gross and cringe?
I wish i wasn't. I wish i could be anything else. I wish i was cis. I wish it was that easy.
I wish i wasn't. It's hard. Things are bad.
If i gave up, would you be happier?
Whatever happened to "it's not a choice"? Was that only for gay men?
My friend scolded me for using the word choose. It's as easy as breathing for him. His parents are accepting and his healthcare will cover it, and that's that. He's having top surgery this summer.
Being a man isn't a choice, but choosing to transition instead of dying sure is- at least, i have to choose to do this again and again and again even though it's hard, even though it'd be easier to give up.
It'd be easier, to lay down and die. I know this like i know that the sky is blue.
I am a man because I'm choosing to be a man instead of dying. Because i choose to live. To love. To be myself. I am choosing myself again and again and again, even though they might lock me away for it. Because that's who i am. Because i want to grow old. Because i want to live, and not just be alive but to truly experience life. The same reason the OP transitioned, i imagine.