prince of trail mix

I get being misgendered. I mean, I didn’t today, what with the packing and the binding and the actual effort put into masculine presentation or whatever, but in general, I only pass 50% of the time, tops. So that wasn’t the issue. 

The issue was my boss saying that it’s okay to misgender me because everyone else does. 

No. Sir, Bossman, I disagree with that statement. 

For a little context: This particular employer of mine has never known me in another gender expression. Early in my first shift I sat down with him and his partner/my other employer, and talked to them about my preferred name and pronouns. So that would’ve been the beginning of May 24 weekend. That was quite a while ago, and there was nothing to adjust from. So, what’s been happening is that every single interaction I have with him involves him misgendering me, using creepy terms of endearment (good girl, little lady, etc) and when I correct his pronoun usage, he just brushes it off and states, “I’m sorry BUT I’m adjusting.” Adjusting. You’re fucking adjusting? NO. My parents are adjusting. My brother is adjusting. My friends are adjusting. You, sir, don’t see me as male because I don’t have the kind of cock you’re into. You don’t respect me enough to use my proper name and pronouns, and you have no qualms about using them in front of other people that know me and that I work with, who also consistently misgender me because of YOU. If you’re going to apologize, fucking apologize. Don’t say “I’m sorry BUT”. That invalidates your apology.

Trainer, look! Your A P O L O G Y is evolving! 

Your A P O L O G Y evolved into 

An E X C U S E !

Do you want to give your E X C U S E a nickname? 

Okay, enough with the pokemon references. Sorry. Anyway, back to my point though - Grant is a fucking scumbag and he doesn’t respect me enough as a human to even validate my identity. I’ve been working four days a week since end of May. Certainly that’s enough time to adjust when you have nothing to adjust from, right? 

Anyway, what the fuck do I do about this? I’m getting paid under the table and I’m not unionized. 

Three more weekends. Three more weekends. 

queerandpheasantstranger:

(trigger warning: sexual violence, relationship abuse)

we are not gonna mess with telling you more that what’s already been said. here’s what we want you to do:

— write an open letter taking full responsibility for your rapes of e.w. and lauren, and your abuse of us and any other partners. do not mince words, do not explain yourself, just say outright that you are a serial rapist, are terrible at consent, are a violent misogynist in both beliefs and practice, and have been an abusive partner in the majority of your relationships. send this letter to every organization that has ever given you a platform, including: the orange county ftm group, the arizona transmasculine society, TRACK, arizona state university’s lgbtq coalition, and the huffington post.

— resign from any positions of power you hold. that includes the self made men, az feminist action network, one in ten, phoenix youth pride, and any other positions that include you working with people who do not have access to male privilege. 

— take down your blog, your youtube channel, and any other “educational” platforms you may manage. never again give a workshop, run or organize a lecture, accept a speaking position, or ever spout your brand of “activism” before another human being. explicitly renounce your role as an educator. do not ever again refer to yourself as an activist, a role model, a teacher, an example, or an ally (even aspiring).

— do not participate in any activist events, meetings, online forums, protests, workshops, parties, or any other gatherings, in person or online. remove yourself from any community where you might interact with someone who does not have access male privilege, or where you might convince someone who has access to male privilege to act as you have.

— do not EVER contact e.w. or lauren ever again. do not contact our friends or family members. relinquish all claims to shared social and activist circles to us. do not contact our mutual acquaintances to talk about us. do not read our blogs. do not read our facebooks. basically, remove yourself entirely from our lives, forever.

signed,

e.w. (queerandpheasantstranger) and lauren (bloodmouthprince)

(to our supporters, please spread this letter around.)

(Source: themisandristwhore)

cardboardmoose:

also

does anyone know of any good guides for parents of trans* kids?

i need one to give my parents

i’m reading the gendered intelligence one right now and it’s…rubbing me up entirely the wrong way by basically saying “the most important thing is the comfort of the family” rather than “the most important thing is the mental wellbeing of the trans* person”

which is definitely not the message i want my family to get

and it seriously just advocated the use of the phrase “sex change” because it’s “easier”

so fuck that

anyone?

allthevalidation:

As hard as it can be, sometimes you have to step away from your partner.

The key word to describe your partner is not that they are gender-variant or transgender or DFAB or genderqueer or transmasculine - it is that they are a person. When it comes down to it, they are really just people - and that means they can be negative influences on your life.
They can be destructive.
They can be damaging.
They can be hurtful.  
They can be abusive, mentally or physically.

It can be difficult being in a relationship with a trans*person sometimes because it can feel like you are the only person who really sees them as they are, and that you have a responsibility to continue seeing them as they really are.

But first and foremost, you have a responsibility to yourself.
You have a responsibility to care for yourself, and to keep yourself happy and healthy.

If you are being a caring, respectful and loving individual in your relationship and they are not being caring, respectful, and loving, then they are doing something wrong.
And even if it will hurt you for a little while to break up with them, if they are abusing you in any way, at least take a break.
Go away for a weekend. Spend some time away from them.

And if they are abusing you, leave them behind.
Leaving an abuser does NOT make you a bad ally.
Leaving an abuser does NOT make you a bad human being.

If you leave behind an abuser, you are being incredibly brave and strong.
You are not abandoning them - you are saving yourself.

xo Roxie

Thoughts? Questions?

another perfect post from Roxie at All The Validation. 

roseverbena:

You may call me female.

You may call me woman.

You may refer to me as she, her.

You may NOT refer to me as “cis”, because “cis” is anti-woman hate-speech.

Respect my boundaries.

Uh, cis isn’t “anti-woman hate speech”. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cisgender, it applies to a solid chunk of the world…all it means is that you’re not trans*. That’s not offensive. It’s not derogatory. You’re not oppressed for being cis. Your boundaries are being respected, dear, and it’s cool if you don’t like the term, but seriously, being cis is the absolute last thing you’re about to get oppressed for.

This has got to be the best one. Quality content and an interesting perspective? Fuck yeah.

ALL THE VALIDATION!

allthevalidation:

Boyfriend’s boundaries change.

Which is okay.

My boundaries change.

The fact is, sometime he’s okay with certain things, and sometimes he’s more dysphoric and certain things can make that worse. Sometimes something that was fine for weeks, that was fine yesterday, can be not okay.

Consent is not a constant. If someone gives you consent to do something once, it doesn’t mean that it’s alright from then on.

I’m not trying to make you feel guilty or ashamed. I’m trying to stress that it’s normal for their boundaries to change, for them to decide that they don’t want you to touch them in a certain way or certain place.

What’s worked out easiest for Boyfriend and I is to discuss issues as they crop up - like, mid-makeout session fairly early on, I broke off to ask him about touching his chest (through his shirt and binder). He told me it was alright if I stayed outside his clothes and stayed above his collarbone.

Over time, we adjusted these boundaries. But it made things so much easier when we talked about what was okay and what was not before we ran into things neither of us was ready for.

Another thing we did later on was that when I would accidentally push a boundary, he’d just let me know, I’d make a mental note, and we’d move on. Business as usual.

It can make it easier to not treat it like it’s a huge deal. After the umpteenth your or their boundaries change, it’s really not. Ask what’s okay, what’s not - and then move on. If you need to process and discuss, that’s perfectly valid - but if you are going to be involved with a trans*man, it may actually become fairly routine.

Basically, I fucking love consent.

It is one of the best things ever.

Because, frankly, it makes things a hell of a lot easier.

Trust me, it’s way better to ask right before sex if anything has changed since last time than not asking and stumbling into some sad, dysphoric sex.

Bottom line?

• Ask them what’s okay and what’s not okay.
  
• Ask what the boundaries are.
• Consent is the bomb.

Thoughts? Questions?

Oh lord, this is the best fucking thing.

allthevalidation:

labels

At first, identifying as “straight, shaken not stirred”, I felt a little odd claiming a place in the queer community. If Boyfriend and I broke up, I felt that I would lose this community – and after a while had passed, I felt that I had taken enough shit and thought and learned enough to have “earned” my place. I also felt - in my bones, in my heart, in my soul - that I was queer.
I was different – I was queer.

Or was I?

Taking on the label of anything other than straight, to me, felt uncomfortable because I had always seen sexuality as fairly label-centric. None of the labels other than plain old “heterosexual” and “straight” seemed to connect with me.

So, after a little while of struggling to find a label that “fit”, out of the ones that already existed, I realized that sometimes you just have to say “fuck it”.

Sometimes you have to make your own labels.

Sometimes you make the box, or the circle, or the whatever, before you check it off.

Sometimes you check “Other”, and then you fill in the line next to it explaining what you mean.

 I have gradually grown to actually feel most comfortable when identifying as queer, but if I had pushed myself into that, I don’t think I’d have ever really been comfortable with it.

Take your time.

No matter how strange you think your label is, if it fits you?

Wear that son of a bitch with pride.

And if it changes?

Well, that’s alright too.

As long as you are comfortable with yourself, your work is done.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to message me or ask.

allthevalidation:

dys·pho·ri·a

noun: a state of dissatisfaction, anxiety, restlessness, or fidgeting.

(dictionary.com)

Gender Dysphoria: “the unhappiness that some people feel with their physical sex and/or gender role”.

(http://www.cpa.ca/psychologyfactsheets/genderdysphoria/)

These are the simple, clean-cut definitions. In my reality, dysphoria is a messy, sneaking, ugly, sad, scary, and unpredictable thing.

The catch-22 when discussing dysphoria is that it’s hard to impress how serious and sucky it is sometimes without freaking anyone out or getting too wound up in this one not so great thing. I don’t want to freak anyone out, or (God forbid) guilt any trans* individuals.
But I do want to talk very frankly about how much of a reality dysphoria has been for me and my partner – and how awful that can feel.

To be honest? I didn’t think it would be that bad. Very early in my relationship, I watched a YouTube vlog about a woman’s experience with dating an FTM (female-to-male) and at one point she spoke about his dysphoria being so unpredictable and intense that they sometimes had to stop during sex because of it. I thought that there was no way it would ever be that bad. But just because someone puts up a good front in public, or even in the first few months of a relationship, doesn’t mean that everything is alright. Odds are, you are going to see them at their most physically and emotionally and mentally vulnerable. When they are really just themselves – all the guards against society and the outside world stripped away.

If you are being respectful and loving and caring and really just RESPECTFUL, then it’s not you. Dysphoria is not your fault – you do not cause these things to happen. You are not at fault. 
Yes, one of your actions may have triggered dysphoria, but you were coming from a place of love and respect and were not trying to harm them or make them feel anything but happy and good - you are not at fault.

It is so hard to watch someone you care about feel so sad, and so fundamentally unhappy. It is so hard to not feel as if you have triggered something, as if you have somehow caused them to feel so invalidated and depressed, to feel as if they are a freak and a lie.
How can you even begin to reassure them when the hurt is so primal and buried so deep within them, when it is so volatile and unpredictable that it often takes you both by surprise?

Sometimes it’s so bad that we have to stop.
Sometimes (the worst times) he cries.

We usually just totally stop having sex at that point. We get dressed. We watch TV. We play cards. We might talk about it a little bit, but only if he feels up to it. Sometimes I push conversations about his emotional state, but not always.
I try to know when it will actually help him or me, and when it’s just me wanting to know how to fix it.

Because me wanting to fix his dysphoria for him won’t work. I can sometimes make it weigh a little less heavily on him, but trust me, if wanting to take away his dysphoria was something I could do, I would have done it a long time ago.

One day when I was talking to a cis-female, heterosexual friend about my sex life, I told her about one time that we had had to stop having sex because I said something that triggered already lingering dysphoric thoughts.
I told her, very quietly, that if she thought it was bad when guys couldn’t get it up, imagine how bad it was when they hated an aspect of themselves so much that they cried in the middle of sex – that they cried and asked you to stop, even though you were already frozen and desperately trying to think of how to rewind, how to take back your seemingly harmless words or actions and somehow fix this gaping wound inside them that baffles you –

I love him just the way he is – how can he not?

God, there is nothing worse in the entire world than watching someone you love suffer and feeling helpless to do anything about it.
Because what can you do besides be there? What can you do besides bear witness to this incredible sadness?

There are some things you can do.They may not feel like much, but they can help sometimes.

Reassure them that no matter what, you see them as who they really are. No matter what.

Tell them you love them.

Ask them what they want to do.

Remind them that it’s not their fault.

When I first started to express to Boyfriend how guilty I felt when he would get bad dysphoria when I was touching him sexually, how I felt I had triggered his “attacks” sometimes, he was so sad and so guilty that I wished again to take back my foolish words. He instantly began to assure me that it was not me – it was his fault, it was him.
Fucking jerk.
Couldn’t he see that when he said things like this, it just hurt me more? It just made me feel so angry and sad that he couldn’t see that this was no-one’s fault – it was just something that happened. No-one caused this on purpose, it just happened sometimes.

That anger at his quickness to blame himself for dysphoria was an eye-opener for me. It really did help to reinforce the idea, the fact, that dysphoria is not his fault or my fault. Because if it wasn’t my fault – and I really wanted to believe it wasn’t if he told me it wasn’t, if I was already being as careful and respectful as was possible – and if it wasn’t his fault, because that made my stomach bottom out and swallow my heart along with it when he tried to shoulder the “blame” for these “attacks” – then it was, logically, no one’s fault.

Thoughts? Questions?