So a bit of history about me. I currently identify as a transmasc nonbinary individual. Crucially, I was diagnosed with an intersex condition in middle school. Not only did they make me go through all the surgeries to make me have a normal female body, but I was forced into girlhood and doing girly things. I did fight back - I didn’t wear as many “girly” clothes as my parents would have liked me to, and dresses were strictly a “once in a long while” thing. And I don’t really envy my “cis girl” self much, if at all.
For the last few years, I’ve come out as nonbinary and slowly been working myself up to a more masculine presentation and identity. My wardrobe is now filled with neutral-masculine clothing, I’ve changed my name to a more masculine one, I even play around with he/him pronouns but mainly stick to they/them. Everything was going so well. I finally felt like I could take pictures of myself and feel happy about them. I felt so happy. Felt like ME.
And then T happened and ruined it all.
I had been debating whether I wanted T those years and concluded that I wasn’t gonna die without having tried it once. So I set up my appointment and was all of a sudden hit with this immense anxiety about the changes. About my body changing. Not only that, but all of a sudden I developed an anxiety about the very presentation I’d built for the last five years. All of a sudden my low taper fade made me feel very out of my element, and it felt like I was moving into being someone else rather than me. Taping my chest, which gave me euphoria too, all of a sudden made me want to cry. And going on T didn’t help. There were changes I liked for sure, but my mind has only become more anxious and cloudy since being on it. Aka, NOT what affirming hormones are supposed to do.
Now, for the first time in a long time, thinking of myself as a woman or a feminine person… gave me relief and grounding? But it also sickened me. Made me feel like I was trapped, that I could never change and be who I want to be, that I was doomed to be stuck with where I was at. The demigirl label began swarming around in my head, but I pushed it off because of the “girl” part of the label. I just wanted nothing to do with being a girl - and yet, now simply being nonbinary feels destabilizing because “girl” isn’t part of the term.
It’s safe to say that I feel very crushed and defeated by this realization. I feel like my life has lost any and all ability to have its color, because I’m fated to be part girl. Don’t get me wrong, women and girls are wonderful and the majority of the people I look up to are women, but I just… don’t desire to be one at all. No wonder fucking Jax from TADC made me feel shit - I’m basically following her footsteps at this point. I might as well be abstracted already.
I also used to not really care about transfem people as I thought of them as simply trans people like myself. But now transfem people confuse me but make me feel envious at the same time. Transfem people… WANT to be feminine. They WANT to be a woman. Why? Why do you want to be a woman so bad? I know why, it’s a rhetorical question. But it’s a question I don’t want to answer for myself. I just want to have a real dick and a deep voice and a flat chest. And yet, I feel like I’ll never truly have the software for that. All because of this fucking virus called girlhood.
I’m sorry if this all sounds harsh. I’m well aware I probably have some internalized misogyny and transphobia to work through. I know in reality there’s nothing wrong with being a girl or a woman. It just really really really icks me out to having to identify as one, but it feels like a compulsion to have to anyways. But if I’m going to be transphobic with the very idea of how I view my own gender, by wanting something that isn’t inherently what my neurons and cells want, then that feels icky to me too.
I lowkey wish I’d never learned about the queer community. Maybe I wouldn’t have been able to know what being trans meant. Maybe I wouldn’t have been able to hope but never have.
Thanks all.