Cis people keep recommending me “cis girl pretending to be a cis boy” books.
These books are, inevitably, a cistastic deluge of cis girls passing completely and effortlessly as cis boys (a passing that in no way matches my lived experience and alienates me right from the word go). This is combined with constant ciscentric and cissexist references to the belief that body parts correlate with a binary gender and multiple “really a girl” comments. The crowning glory is usually other cis characters, once discovering the protagonist’s cis femininity, applauding the girl’s ability to pass as a cis boy.
I suspect the kindest interpretation is that of cis folks recognising that there aren’t a great deal of stories relating to my identity and lived experience, so they’re pushing me towards the closest things they know about.
These books, though, are nothing like my lived experience as a DFAB trans/NB/agender person. I’m not trying to be something I’m not, to pull a false skin over my real self. I’m trying to pull the false skin with which society smothers me off my real self. My goals are entirely reversed from those of the characters I am reading about. Quite aside from the fact that these authors so seldom know what it is like to be DFAB and present as masculine, androgynous or non-feminine, I have nothing in common with these protagonists. Nothing.
I am only subjected to a narrative about a cis girl in a cis world experiencing gender through a cis lens, accomplishing what I, a trans person, cannot. This is an absolutely heartbreaking reminder of my position in a ciscentric world--that even cis people are better at the tropes associated with being trans than I am.
When I keep getting directed to the genre of “cis girl pretending to be a cis boy” books, I can’t help but feel that there’s a tacit message here--that, deep down, cis people still see me as a girl pretending to be a boy or a non-girl. I honestly believe that this isn’t their intent, but I’m hearing this message all the same: that, under your recognition of my pronouns, I’m a girl pretending to be a boy or non-girl, just like the girls in the books you think I’ll enjoy. Otherwise, how could you possibly think that I have any connection to a character whose experience is nothing like mine? How can I not think and feel otherwise when you keep directing me towards these narratives?
Stories about cis characters pretending to be the other binary gender are just that: cis narratives. I don’t relate to these any more than I do any other cis narrative.