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where my soccer lesbians at? I don’t know anyone who follows women’s soccer
71 notes and none of y’all came to say hi lol that tracks
where my soccer lesbians at? I don’t know anyone who follows women’s soccer
Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place?
And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters …
Its October BITCH! Catch me outside eatin leaves!! Shoving pumpkins up my asshole!!! The color orange running thru my veins!! Cold air in my wind pipes!! Nipples HARD! My Halloweenie OUT! FUCK WITH ME
waddup my name’s jared i’m 19 and i never fuckin learned how to
communicate effectively with other human beings and form lasting and healthy relationshipsÂ
This legit makes me want to cry because I have *never* seen a picture of an older trans man naked.  It’s always young guys, usually much younger than me.  It’s like we don’t have a future, an adulthood, a middle age, an old age.  It’s like we just stop.
As a trans man who’s well past the age (and transition status) of ~sexxay tranz boiz~, pictures like this give me some kind of hope.  We’re not just one image stuck in time, snapshot of a skinny white andro urban-queer young trans dude with perfect top surgery scars, poster boys for young radical queerdom.  We’re not all Youth.  We live in more than two dimensions, and one of them is time.
Older queers tend to fall off the map full stop.  Trans people, even more so.  But we don’t disappear once we stop being, basically, fashionable. Supporting our young people is important, but we need to show them we have a future, too.
I literally cannot envision my own future. Â There are no images of older men like me.
One image obviously can’t address all the lacks in representation, much less one image of a hot skinny (apparently?) white man.  But just to have that one extra factor in there, of age, it’s - it’s important.Â
More, please.
The photographer of this set, Jess Dugan, was a part of a project called To Survive on this Shore which features interviews and photos of older transgender and gender non-conforming adults of varying ages, body types, and races - for anyone looking for more inspiration on envisioning their own future.
I’ve been ready for October since last October
America has a fucking gun problem and anyone who says otherwise is a fucking moron
i think the truly performative nature of masculinity can be shown most obviously in the trans male experience because we are men who weren’t actively trained to adhere to toxic masculinity since birth.* despite my facial hair and my lower voice, people still look at me strangely because my mannerisms are “too expressive”. i talk freely with my hands, i’m quick to show physical affection, i raise my voice when i get excited, and when i stand i often shift my weight between hips. these are behaviors that were never trained out of me as a child and as a result, seem off when combined with my masculine appearance.
when this came to my attention, i found myself trying to train them out of myself, without really questioning why beyond wanting to “pass better”. i took up more space on seats on the bus, i took a wider stance when waiting in line and forced my center of gravity towards the middle of my body, i tried to keep my voice at a lower pitch when asking for help, and tried over and over again to keep my hands from moving when i spoke, even though it felt so unnatural. eventually, it came to my attention that masculinity is so reenforced in our society that it was putting pressure on me to train myself to adhere to this standard that felt so constricting. despite being bisexual, my thoughts even went so far as to say “if you don’t do this, people will think you’re gay” as if that was a bad thing. as if i couldn’t achieve actual masculinity if people didn’t assume i was straight until proven otherwise.
there’s a large middle ground between “smol soft trans boy” and “masc body builder trans man” and i believe a lot of it stems from these guys not knowing what to do about masculinity. the fact that society won’t deem us “male enough” if we don’t put pressure on ourselves to conform to a minefield of rules. to me, trying to pull apart what aspects of masculinity i actually possess or like, and what aspects i feel forced upon me, has not only helped me learn more about myself, but provided a nice case study, i think, into how artificial masculinity is in the first place.Â
*I feel the need to add a disclaimer onto here that I’m not getting into whether or not trans men were “socialized female” or implying that trans women were socialized as male, but rather saying that toxic masculinity requires constant reenforcement and trans men, unless they come out young, are not subjected to that at an early age, but rather feel that pressure later in life as they come out and transition.
You’ve articulated something I couldn’t find the words for, and done it perfectly. Thank you so much for this post.
I’ve largely given up the “tips and tricks” people like to pass around in the spirit of “passing” or appearing more “masculine.” If they were natural to me, it’d be one thing – but they weren’t, and I’ve always known that somewhere deep down. The artificial, posturing feeling of them made me doubt my authenticity as a male. Filled my head with doubts about who I was, about whether I was pretending in this identity. Why did they feel so unnatural if I was a man like I said I was? Was I just transtrending? Was I a fake? Even in the knowledge that sensitive, affectionate, expressive cis men exist, I somehow couldn’t apply that same knowledge to myself – and that’s a huge part of what toxic masculinity IS. Denying the maleness of anyone who doesn’t fit the societal mold – even yourself.
So fuck that noise. Call me effeminate if y'all want to; I know who I am. I’m male, I’m gay, and I fucking love kittens and cuddles and standing with one hand on my hip. Feeling and talking with my hands and openly crying. Both “masculinity” and “femininity” in the societally-branded sense are constructs; it’s who you are in a vacuum that truly matters, isn’t it?
Forcing myself into the construct felt no better than being in the closet. In a way, it was just another closet entirely.
This isn’t a callout post or an attack on trans men for whom the “masculine” aspects of social presentation feel correct. The entire point of our journey is freedom, and that means different things for everyone; I encourage you to be proud of doing what feels correct for you. This is a personal perspective, and a reflection on my own experience. On how long it took me to realize that only being unabashedly myself will make me free.
And, my God, it makes me free.
What are you supposed to do? Like in general?
me: *speaks third language with the accent from second one*