Showing posts with label Bent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bent. Show all posts

Thursday, January 23, 2025

It's early, I'm awake, and actually somewhat rested, so...

It's early, I'm awake, and actually somewhat rested, so... It's ramble time!

I often don't feel that I have the right to speak about LGBTQIA+ issues as a "straight" "female", but the fact that I'm not even comfortable calling myself "a woman" in this sentence speaks volumes to and about me. I was talking to a friend yesterday about hormonal stuff, and she said that getting her Testosterone levels checked because they might be too high was very gender-affirming to her and that she is "definitely a woman." And it just struck me during that conversation that I could never, with confidence and conviction, say "I am a woman." I realize due to my body type that women's issues, both physically and socially, affect me. But "I am a woman" just doesn't feel right to or for me.

I was raised as a female. A strong, independent, capable female - but a female nonetheless. I was expected to shave my body hair, wear make-up, style my hair, and wear traditionally female clothing. I'm not saying that any of that was wrong or damaging to me. But I am saying that at some point it started to feel like a costume, and as early as it felt safe to do so I began slowly taking it off.

I think the last time I wore a dress was around 6th grade graduation, or perhaps at an aunt's wedding, whichever came last. I wore skirts of my own accord into high school, but by graduation I was done. In fact, I almost didn't get to walk at my high school graduation because of my refusal to wear a dress or skirt.

In my 20s, (not surprisingly, once I was out on my own) I stopped shaving my body hair and shaved my head/kept my hair primarily short. Not everyone appreciated or accepted that, but I had never felt more comfortable in my own skin. I was thin, flat-chested, and dressed in baggier clothing featuring suspenders. Later, I ditched make-up entirely. I confused an old man once. I've personally never felt more gender-affirmed than when he asked me if I was "a little boy or a little girl."

Despite the fact that in my adult life I've been told many times by friends and family that I'm very black/white, on/off, in/out, I really have an appreciation for the middle. I always have. I have a childhood memory of learning the difference between boys and girls and thinking "Why can't I be both? Or neither?" I recall understanding gender norms at the time, in a "girls take care of the house and boys take care of the yard" sort of way, but I had no actual idea of the extent to which gender norms were enforced by society until later. It's a slow programming that begins at birth for most of us.

My point is that I accept that physically/hormonally I exist in an AFAB body and it's not very distressing to me because I can do enough customizing of it without surgery or HRT to feel "at home enough" in it. I can shun gender norms enough to be fine with the label "female."  But I understand that this is not everyone's experience. Sometimes taking off the costume of what society expects isn't enough.  Sometimes people need HRT and surgeries to feel like themselves - and that's ok. That is healthcare.

I'm on HRT to make my AFAB body function as comfortably and optimally as it can, not to transition. But would I be upset if I grew a little mustache? Gained more muscle? Nope, I would not be bothered. For all I know I might even feel gender-affirmed again (I've been pretty uncomfortable in my body since my 30s; I gained weight and grew larger breasts and I feel like I'm back in my "caterpillar is goo in a cocoon" stage, but anyway...). Until I find something that fits better, I suppose I'm good with being a gender non-conforming she/they.

If you take nothing else from my ramble/lived experience:

Imagine having to experience every day of your life in a costume. You never feel like you are seen as yourself. You're never comfortable unless you're at home or alone, where you can take the costume off. People can love the idea of you that you have presented, but not you because they don't actually know you. That is very inauthentic and damaging to your mental health. No one should be forced to live a lie just to be safe or accepted.

Gender-affirming care is healthcare!

Monday, November 21, 2022

I was going through my body jewelry...

I was going through my body jewelry to see what earrings I used to wear and found this mustache. I don't remember ever wearing it, but I think it suits me so this is how I'm going to look for the rest of my life.

You're welcome. 😁😁😁


Thursday, April 21, 2022

"The human brain and human body are complex and wondrous...

"The human brain and human body are complex and wondrous and get it right almost every time, but sometimes they get it different. And different should not be wrong, and different people and their families should not be attacked by their own government."

Friday, April 8, 2022

Kira had an early appointment this morning...

Kira had an early appointment this morning and we were all awake afterwards so we went clothes shopping today. I am normally not a fan of shopping, but I had no good interview / professional-type clothes and I figured it was about time to change that. Almost no one was out as early as we were, either, so that was great.

We all ended up with some nice things, but the biggest shock of the day for me was that I picked up several button-down tops at Goodwill and all but 2 fit pretty nicely. I don't exactly like them, but I don't hate them or feel like a clown in them and that's about as close as I've ever come to feeling "ok" in "professional" clothing - especially since a lot of it is very feminine and I'm... well, not.

In my 20s I used to think that I was not cut out to be a professional-type person, but since college I've changed my mind about that. I'm smart and I have skills. So maybe I do like to be comfortable and I don't feel good if I'm forced to present too femininely, but there is probably a middle ground. If there is then I am going to find it - and I'm starting with these mostly muted-color and un-frilly button-downs.

Aside from that I need y'all to see this jacket that Shaun found for me. I couldn't tell you if this is what it's supposed to look like or not, but I love it as-is. The person working at Goodwill said it's only been there for about 3 days so I feel like I got stupid lucky to have gotten it. It's so colorful and looks so neat. I love it!


Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Y'all got me so triggered, for real.

Y'all got me so triggered, for real.

I did not spend 5 years in college doing some really hard shit just to squat out another baby in my 40s. I'm tryna live my truth so let me be honest real quick:  If I got pregnant right now I'd have to bippity-boppity-abort that thing. With my rotten-eggs having ass. 😂😂😂

Y'all just threw me back to the barely pre-teen "virginal" days when I couldn't have a stomach bug without being interrogated about whether I was pregnant. Then to the little bit older days when I was statutorily raped by a grown-ass man. And to the days of not being allowed a baby shower because I was "an unwed mother and it's improper." And then to the days of trying to navigate raising MY child not only as a single parent AND young person starting out on their own but with someone actively plotting against me and trying to take him (most of my high school friends didn't see the struggle of that last one so I ain't mad at'cha).

DESPITE all that I loved and continue to love being a parent. I got 2 of the coolest people I know in my life because of that. But for the first time in my entire whole ass life I have complete control (as much as one can, anyway) and I'm not giving that up to make another human.

And, there is this:  I've evolved beyond "womanhood." I haven't identified as "female" in years. I've posted in words that I'm genderqueer and about how excited I am to have an "X" on my ID. I haven't posted a pic of myself in ages because being told that I'm beautiful or pretty feels wrong and uncomfortable. I know y'all are just trying to boost ya girl when you do that and I love and appreciate our sisters being shown love but I'm no longer a sister - I'm a sibling. I can't pretend to know where I fit anymore but I know where I don't.

At this stage in my life I consider myself a parent. I don't feel like "motherhood" is accurate for my here and now and as fucked up as it might sound it's because I'm happy. For me, being / becoming a mother was a traumatizing, scary, isolating experience where I was given the greatest gift I've ever received yet simultaneously ostracized for receiving that gift. I was so much more alone than most of you knew - it literally was just me and my Shadow for a long time and I was so small, y'all. I... uh... god damn, I'm crying.

I can't act like there are times that I don't yearn to mix my DNA with Shaun's. I know he would cherish me and our li'l big head, pale-ass baby offspring. He would help me with the sickness and I wouldn't be worried about losing my place as Section Leader at band camp. He wouldn't cheat on li'l delicate, precious, pregnant me and give me Chlamydia and disappear leaving me to struggle with the enormity of what was happening to my body and my life alone. It would be beautiful and amazing and this fantasy child would have it so much better than what I was able to provide alone.

But see, that's not the timeline we're living in. Here in this reality I'll be 39 years old this month. I (willingly and happily) spent my youth raising my child. I now have psoriatic arthritis and it's better for my joints to keep my weight down. I'd like to start strength training to help ward off osteoporosis and get this body right. Between college and mental health issues over the past few years I've neglected me. And me (whoever they is now) deserves my care, too; I should get to see myself through to my final form. I'm not finished growing yet.

I don't know. These are my "I got up to pee and I can't fall back asleep" thoughts. If you feel more confused about who I am than you were before you read this, then welcome to my world. I've been struggling with it for years. I'm at that "caterpillar is goo" stage of life, so just bare (it all) with me, I guess.

Sunday, January 10, 2021

I agree, but...

I agree, but I would love it if we altogether stopped treating people certain ways depending on the genitals with which they were born.


Sunday, October 4, 2020

Once again, not a public post. And it's a doozy.

Once again, not a public post.  And it's a doozy.  As always, if you can see this your discretion is appreciated.

Yesterday was bad.  It started out great; I woke up early, had energy, and wanted to get some things done around the house.  Then I learned that we were visiting Shaun's dad (FIL).  I tried to make the best of it... since we were going out I thought we could take our recycling, donate some things to the thrift store, and drop some things off at my mom's house (we haven't seen her or my brother since March).  I mean, we did the things, but it was really NOT a good time.

Shaun and I have been extremely cautious since March.  We've made the exception to visit his dad because he is not doing well and might die soon (sorry for the bluntness, but I don't have the energy for pretty words today).  We prefer to see him on his porch, but we've been going inside (us always masked and distanced) when he's not up for coming out.  However, when we arrived yesterday there were two vehicles in the yard.  I was like "There is no way in hell I'm going in there with other people inside."  Shaun was in agreement.  So we sat in the car for a bit, and then on the porch.  His dad did come to the door and invite us in, but Shaun told him that it was ok and we would wait.  So we did.

After a while, FILs BIL comes out carrying a bag of trash and mumbling something to us about needing to clean the bathroom.  Then a bit later FILs sister and another relative come out and say "You coulda come in.  We ain't poison." Then they tell us that he needs a Swiffer (Shaun bought him one earlier this year) and that we need to be taking his blood pressure and all that, as well as coming over more often.  Then they tell us they are tired because they had been going to yard sales all morning.  Did I mention that none of these 3 people were masked?

First of all:  We're visiting as much as we can.  We call daily but if FIL feels too bad to have us over, we do not go.  He is an adult and can say what he wants.  We live a little over 30 minutes away and it's not like it's a convenient little pop-in to go out there.  Secondly, we're not nurses and have no intention of inserting ourselves into his medical care like that.  If he needs medical monitoring his insurance can cover home health for him.  And as for cleaning Shaun is happy to do whatever his dad asks him to do (in fact, he fixed the ice maker, refilled FILs hummingbird feeder, and trimmed FILs hair and eyebrows just recently), but we don't assume that he wants us to do anything he doesn't ask us to do.  By the way, none of this was said; Shaun just shrugged them off, but it all really got to me.  I am not a typical southern "woman" and I don't feel at all comfortable with the typical care-taking role that I'm sure is expected of me.

By this point my anxiety is wayyy up.  I don't like confrontations because in my family history there is usually violence when people disagree.  At the very least, yelling, and on the more serious side, there are physical altercations and weapons make an appearance.  Now I know that Shaun's relatives are old as shit and super Christian and don't seem THAT redneck, but tell that to the part of me that's in control of my emotions.  I was ready to go home and crawl into bed before even seeing FIL.

So people left and we finally went in.  FIL looked a bit better than the last time we saw him.  He'd been complaining a lot recently about his pain meds constipating him.  He then told us how he drank a whole bottle of laxative on Friday and then "Shit all the way from the kitchen to the bathroom."  The man never curses, so that was... something.  Apparently, he was cleaning up yesterday (Saturday) and got winded and called the relatives over.  I don't know if they were cleaning up poop from Friday or just cleaning in general, but there was no mess when we got there (not even in the bathroom where FILs BIL told us to clean), thank goodness.  Anyway.  The visit went ok.  Like I said FIL looked better and was able to stay awake and talk for a while.

Then it was time to stop by my moms house.  Like I said I haven't seen her or my brother since March.  I texted her and asked that we visit outside and wear masks and keep 6 feet of distance.  It was not a problem.  But do you ever just feel... talked AT, not talked TO?  I can't say that this would be new behavior from either of them, but damn if it wasn't disappointing - especially after such a long time of not seeing them.  I know that I post a lot about my life on here, but neither of them asked me how my class was going or told me they were excited / proud / happy that I would be graduating soon.  No one asked about the kids or how work was going for Shaun.  There was no interest shown in our lives whatsoever.

My brother immediately wanted to show me the plants he has (which I genuinely don't mind).  Mom told me about plans for her trailer.  Cool.  But after that, brother started showing us pictures of fungus on the internet and telling us facts he learned about them.  Meh.  Mom told us about Halloween decorations she wanted to make.  Ok.  Then she started talking about COVID and how if she feels like she's getting sick she'll just go stand in her hot greenhouse so it'll kill the virus.  I think that was the point I looked over at Shaun with dead eyes like "Why am I here?"  And the ending note of our "conversation" was them saying that they were ready for the civil war and that if anyone came on their land they would protect it and blah blah blah.

I hate to say it, but that visit made me realize that I probably don't want to do that again.  I feel like such a dick.  Obviously I love my mom and brother, but I have so little in common with them anymore.  We've been slowly but steadily growing apart and I don't even know if they notice it, but I sure do.  It makes my heart hurt.

Needless to say I laid in bed today until Shaun came to check on me.  And then I laid there some more.  I didn't get up until after 1 pm, which hasn't happened in a while.  Today I have felt dead inside and short on patience and down.  Straight up sad if I'm telling the truth.  So I need to do a good bit of self-care over the next few days and try to get right because I was doing so well.  Everything about yesterday just drained my battery.  Anyway, that's what is going on with me right now.  I hope you all are doing ok.

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

I love this!

Text copied; By Ruth Abbott:

“Do you know what you’re having?”... Look I get it, other than asking when I am due there isn’t much you can say to a pregnant person. Polite small talk is normal and we all know everyone loves a good party. However, can we all take a step back and agree that when you think about it, having big colour coded parties to celebrate an unborn baby’s genitals is just...well..a bit weird really! 

Guns or Glitter? Tiaras or Trucks? It’s all just nudge-nudge for does your child have a penis or vulva. Then we give these little people whole personalities based on this one thing instead of sitting back and seeing who they truly are. Even when they’re born they might not identify as the sex assigned in that moment! Boy, girl, non-binary or intersex, these little people are all beautiful and special and unique and should be celebrated as such. 

Smarter people than me have spoken out about gender reveal parties and if you had one and it brought you some joy (especially during lockdown) that’s fine but how about we start throwing book showers or nursery decorating parties or even just big, glorious, random celebrations of new life instead of theming a whole big bash for adults on a baby’s junk! 

So, without any more waffle about why I present my silly happy send up - the NON GENDER REVEAL PARTY! Enjoy weirdos and feel free to share.

Photos taken by the amazing and talented 

Claire Legg Photography

http://www.claireleggphotography.com/


Thursday, December 19, 2019

Saturday, December 14, 2019

I love my haircut.

I love my haircut. No photo right now because of my psoriasis face. 😕 Shaun says I look like this guy (cut-wise, not color). He's not a fan. 😂😂😂

Good thing I have better things to be than pretty. 😝🤣🤣🤣


Tuesday, May 7, 2019

I pretty much never comment on gender reveal posts...

I pretty much never comment on gender reveal posts because it feels pointless, but I 100% agree with all of what this says.


Copied from Jamie Lee's Facebook post in case the post becomes unavailable:

"When I cringe at "gender reveals" it's not because I'm not excited that you're going to be a parent. 

When I pop in and type "You can't tell gender from an ultrasound!" It's not because I'm trying to rain on your parade.

When I say "They aren't girl or boy parts until your kid tells you they are!" It's not because I'm trying to call you out. 

When I say "Stop teaching your kid that girls have a vulva and boys have a penis!" It's not to confuse you and make you roll your eyes. 

When I say "You know your infant doesn't care about the color of literally anything around it, right?" It's not because I'm trying to crush your joy. 

When I say "Everything is gender neutral!" It's not to be a pain your ass. 

When I say "There's more than just boy or girl." It's not to point out that I'm more aware than you. 

When I say "Boys can play with dolls & girls like getting messy too!" It's not necessarily because I think you don't know that on some level. 

I say it because kids need better from us. I cringe when I hear things like: 

"I'm raising my boy like a boy and my girl like a girl." 

"I need a blue bumbo because I'm having a boy and this pink one won't work!" 

"When my kid tells me they want to play something else or be something else, I'll let them. But until then, I'm doing it my way." 

It scares me in a way you can't fathom. It gives me so much anxiety that I can't even put it into words. 

If you are reactive instead of proactive, how is your kid supposed to know it's okay to go against the grain? How are they supposed to know they have options? 

When you say "I was so happy to have a son!" Or "I always dreamed of having a daughter!" How will they feel comfortable telling you that you don't have one? 

That's a lot of responsibility and pressure to put on a small kid. Too much. 

I got lucky that I'd heard of trans kids before my daughter told me she was a girl. I knew not to tell her she was wrong. She knows herself better than I do. Both of em do. 

But this isn't about my kids. It's not even wholly about binary trans kids. It's also about the 1 in 1,500 intersex kids. It's also about every kid who doesn't live up to their gender role expectations and feels more comfortable doing something else. It's hugely about non-binary trans kids who don't fit in either box and feel like they have to pick one, but are miserable with either choice. 

It's about women who get bullied out of STEM fields and get their sexuality assumed because of things like their attire and hairstyle. 

It's about men who are accused of being "whipped" when they're loving husbands and attentive fathers. Or of being "a pussy" when they show any emotion. 

It starts with a "gender reveal" and ends in 58% of kids like mine attempting suicide before they're old enough to vote. 

I don't sound like a broken record because it's fun and I want to be a Debbie Downer who ruins your excitement and joy. It's because I see at least one post every week from a parent who's in the ER with their kid who attempted to take their own life,  or who is posting to say that no matter how hard they tried, the world was too much and they're burying their child. 

It's because we are not just responsible for our own kids. We're responsible for the general climate that other people's kids grow up in too. If you teach your son that only girls paint their nails and a male classmate shows up with theirs painted, you really think that's not gonna confuse your kid? You really think they're not going to say something and potentially hurt another kid? I'm here to tell you that's not the case. If you tell your daughter that she can't cut her hair short because "that's for boys and lesbians." You don't think that's sending her a message that's gonna have a ripple effect? Get real. 

We have to do better. We have to proactively teach them that whoever they are and whoever anyone else is, is okay. That whether they're a boy or girl is up to them, not their genitals. We have to stop saying BS like "Boys will be boys!" And "Little girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice!" "You're a boy because you have a penis." "You're a girl because you have a vagina." It's not true. The evidence is out there. Kids get it. They don't need long explanations, they just need different ones than the ones they're getting. 

We owe it to them to do better. No child should be afraid to be who they are. No child should feel like death is more appealing. No child should be making fun of another kid because they don't fit the mold. No kid should be afraid. The binary isn't real and people shouldn't be color coded."

Friday, April 26, 2019

Then they want a mom they can have sex with.

Then they want a mom they can have sex with. It's as gross to me that some men want that as it is normal to so many women to strive to be that. Build your partnership with your spouse however you see fit, but I strongly feel that unless there is an extenuating circumstance every person needs to know how to be self-sufficient - and don't forget to teach this to your kids regardless of gender!