hi, my name is lenny, i’m a twenty eight year old queer transsexual man, over the last three years i’ve been watching what i first thought was a niche internet drama that centered around antitransmasculinity, a small group of people who seemed to genuinely loathe trans men and transmasculine people, some of them even transmasculine or trans men themselves, but as time has gone on i’ve watched it spread to every social media site, i’ve watched some of these antitransmasculine people get published in academia, be prominent journalists, release books that have gained popularity, and have positions of power in queer spaces both in the physical world and online, and heard story after story of people experiencing antitransmasculine bigotry from our own community in their personal lives and community spaces. it is very clear it is not a form of niche internet drama.
i am hyperlexic, it takes genuine effort for me to simplify my language, so i won’t be doing that, if you take any issue with the way i communicate then this space simply isn’t for you. i am also autistic, and unlike the more common understandings of autism where we struggle with metaphor, analogy, and the figurative, i seem to only be able to understand things through the metaphorical, it is my main mode of communication, and i have become very tired of trying to communicate in any other way, so i won’t be. to me metaphor is a spiritual practice, where the literal and the figurative blend, it is just as much reality as it is unreality. i am really not trying to sound smart, nor pretentious, and i am not trying to be poetic. i simply, am, i exist as i am, and your perception and interpretation of that is not my responsibility. i actually enjoy letting myself be dumb sometimes, making mistakes and being kindly corrected can be fun because it is always good to learn truths we did not know before, i am not seeking perfection in any aspect of my life, but i am always curious about the ways in which i will grow next, what shape the vines will make next. speaking of that imperfection, my brain enjoys playing little tricks on me by autocorrecting typos and sometimes entirely wrong words altogether in the things that i write when i’m looking them over, only to post and see all the mistakes i missed in my multiple go overs, this cannot be avoided. if this ever impedes your ability to understand me please kindly request clarification, this won’t bother me in the slightest.
if you struggle with metaphor but still want to understand the things i say, here is an example of how to reach as much of an accurate conclusion as any of us can about the words of another person: if i say there are bees in my stomach, sit and ask yourself what bees in your abdomen would feel like, and then remove the bees and keep the feeling, and then ask yourself what emotion would feel like that. the emotion is what has been communicated.
this blog is for trans men, full stop, my heart and dedication belongs to them, but transmasculine people who are not also trans men are warmly welcomed here, as are the trans women, nonbinary people and transfems who are our comrades, accomplices and allies, you have all of my love.
fascism is here and eradication is coming, the only way out is together, unity and camaraderie are the blood of our movement, there is no consciousness without it. i will never abandon my trans brothers and sisters and siblings, and i urge you all to be certain you can say the same.
i have not made this blog to fight, i have made it to bridge the gap between us, i do not speak just to hear my own voice i speak in order to be understood and if not that, to simply plant seeds of doubt that may just push a person to being kinder, gentler, more contemplative, more self aware, more ethical and just, and sometimes, it’s not even about the person themselves, but everyone who may come across the dialogue occurring. i do not listen just to have something to pick apart, i do not listen just to collect ammo to twist and morph into my own interpretation and fire back, i listen to understand other’s perspectives, their experiences and own mini universe unto them, so as i can better understand the structure they are working with, and how i may go about building that bridge between us.
the universe may owe us nothing, but we owe each other everything.












