I’m just here for the dying GAF bantz after having spent the last few years on 4chan but as a former resident Bore cheeseburger I thought I’d throw my 2¢ in this thread based on my irl experiences.
Being trans is fucking confusing brehs. I don’t claim to know what “tru” trans is or anything like that, but I can tell you what I’ve learned living as a trans woman for 5 and a half years. I’m not a woman. I’ve lived with women. And I’ve discovered I have about as much in common with the average woman as I do with the average man. That is to say: not much. I thought after enough time I’d just assimilate and be treated like a cis woman, but that was a delusion. It’s a delusion many trans women have. The men that feel alienated, pop titty skittles, start speaking for all women and become indignant at the first sign of doubt make the trans community look worse than the manliest man in a dress stereotype you can think of. Being trans, to me, is being transcendant of the historical gender norms we’re holding on to in the west. This has been happening for decades, and I don’t mean just sufferers of dysphoria. Before cheeseburgers became a media sensation, I remember “gender” in the dictionary held the definition of a grammatical term used for groups of things with shared characteristics. With that, I see genders everywhere. Tomboys, twinks, basement dwelling autists, furfags, cardio bunnies, meatheads, I could go on forever. These are all genders. To me, being trans just means you live in between two of more of these presentations of your identity. That you’re a little more complex than the average person.
All that being said, I feel sorry for the people that make transness the focal point of their personality. I get misgendered, I get propositioned by niqqas who make it clear I’m just an explore-your-sexual-horizons fucktoy to them, but I don’t make a big deal out of that shit. There’s more important things that define who I am; my heritage, my family, my love of philosophy, my humor. Trans was just something I had to be to free myself from my own insecurities, nothing more. That attitude has allowed me to find modest success in my life despite being a freakshow. I live in a California county that voted for Trump, yet I get nothing but respect from most of the people I interact with. I landed a job working for the State of California, at the fucking DMV (yeah you read that right). I deal with assblasted people all day long and I FUCKING LOVE it, and all the stares and “sir”s don’t get to me. Both my managers voted for Trump and one specifically skews pretty hard in the neolib-who-believes-in-Alex-Jones-tier-conspiracies direction but she fucking loves me more than my own father. I speak for no one but myself, but everything I’ve experienced is the American dream as far as I’m concerned. One American’s dream in particular. The “content of [my] character” has made all the difference in my life. I don’t treat people differently even if they’re an asshole, I’m upfront about what and who I am, and I don’t expect anything from anyone. Nonbinary, genderqueer, tumblrina, whatever the fuck you are, I’m gonna give you the same fair shake I give everyone. I’m happy to listen to what anyone has to say, but if it boils down to “woe is me” and there’s no accounting for personal responsibility then I will pretty reliably stay the fuck away from you. At the end of the day, all anyone can do is make decisions. Everyone makes bad ones, but only some learn from those bad ones so they can make good ones later. If you wanna draw a line in the sand, it goes between the people who learn and correct and the people who don’t.
This post is getting a bit long in the tooth so I’ll wrap it up, but if you’ve taken the time to read it I just wanna say thanks. Hopefully it’s of some use to someone and not just fuel for a flame war. Back to your regularly scheduled programming...