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  • As much as I hate to admit it, I used to be a transmedicalist. It came from a place of insecurity, fear, and ignorance.

    I always thought “I wish I were trans” but I thought I couldn’t be. I’m too masculine, my voice is too deep, I have too many traditionally masculine interests…all that BS. So when I saw trans people that didn’t pass, I projected those insecurities onto them. (Thank GOD I was never vocal about it -_- it’s hard to think about).

    But the thing about that, and what it took me far too long to realize, is it truly doesn’t matter if you pass. A gay person isn’t any less gay if they haven’t been in a homosexual relationship, so why would trans people be any less trans for not meeting some arbitrary qualifications that other people set for you? Just like being gay, what validates your “transness” is your feelings, not your actions.

    Transitioning doesn’t happen instantly, takes time and effort. So for someone to not take that into account when trying to understand trans people, whether they’re cis or they’re trans themselves, is just ignorant. (And there’s plenty of reasons for trans people to not visibly/medically/otherwise noticably transition at all, especially in a society that is hostile towards LGBTQ people). It’s not necessarily malicious, but it is ignorant, so you shouldn’t let those people invalidate your identity and your feelings.

    But to more directly answer the question: Transmedicalists (at least amongst allies) are rare, so I wouldn’t worry too much about that kind of stuff when you’re coming out to people. In my experience, it’ll be obvious beforehand whether or not they’ll accept you. And if someone doesn’t accept you, I hope what I wrote above and what others have also mentioned here will help.















  • Democrats will continue to give sternly worded remarks all the way up to their appointment with the gallows, so brave!

    When They Go Low, We Go Die

    Chapter 3

    Marjorie smiled with great satisfaction as she looked at the crowd and began to check the rifle in her arms to make sure there was a round in the chamber.

    2 men with giant beer guts - who each wore different flavors of Punisher-style skull masks and were covered head to toe in pointlessly elaborate tactical surplus gear as if they were cosplaying their favorite Call of Duty characters - began dragging another elderly man up to the makeshift platform.

    The white-haired old man was dressed in a finely tailored dark blue suit with a little American flag lapel pin next to his tie. It looked so similar to the one that so many others in his cohort had adorned for probably the last 20 or so years, but he had been blindfolded by the men before being brought before the stage so he couldn’t see how many others still wore it or who had switched to the golden lion that… “the others…” now wore exclusively.

    The octogenarian ghost of a man feebly began to speak (not shout) loudly in protest as if trying to reason with whomever might be in charge, but the 2 pig-like men grinned and said nothing. They began tying his hands behind him against a wooden pole covered with small holes, indentations and spatters of red. As the grinning pigs both stepped away from the geriatric man secured to the pole, the mob just below him roared with wild bloodlust over his inaudible words drowning them out over and over again with : “USA! USA! USA! USA!”

    Marjorie laughed and took one hand away from the rifle to quiet the crowd so they could hear the old man’s words :

    “Point of order, Mr. Chairman! Point of order! I’m reclaiming my time! I’d like the gentle-lady to put down the firearm she just picked up, Mr. Ch-”

    …he was cut off with a loud and sudden BANG as he slumped into a dark puddle of red slowly expanding across the stage floor.

    The crowd roared and resumed its repeated chant…

    …and another blindfolded well-dressed elderly figure was walked up to the pole.

    Quoting the entire comment you’re replying to is kinda redundant




  • It’s not really a feeling of being in the wrong body, at least for most people. It’s about what makes you feel comfortable and what gives you confidence.

    For me, what makes me feel comfortable and confident is training my voice, wearing more feminine clothes, painting my nails, doing my hair… Being pretty is what I want for me, and what “made me make the switch” was accepting that repressing that part of me isn’t good and won’t make me happy.