Reflection on gendered dressing in tznius as a non-binary person:
I’ve noticed lately that I’m a lot less stressed about my daily attire than I once was. I was getting an outfit ready for the morning the other night and realized that it was just so . . . easy. I used to spend a lot of time figuring out what to wear. I was very concerned not just about looking appropriate and feeling comfortable, but about the more expressive side of outfitting, and not even just about being fashionable. I felt this enormous pressure to not just put on clothing in the morning, but to get in touch with some deeper, existential form of self so that I knew how to present myself.
This is very much a genderfluid problem.
The thing about it is that when you’re a trans person, your gender presentation – of which clothing is one of the most readily identifiable attributes – is heavily scrutinized. For men and women, this often turns into a policing of trans men’s masculinity and trans women’s femininity. Are they performing it Right? Do they ‘pass’? etc.
The questions for a non-binary person are related but different. For non-binaries, and in particular, non-binary people whose presentations fluctuate, putting on clothing isn’t just a functional necessity or even a fashion statement, but an incredibly deep expression of who they are and how they relate to their gender on any given day.
The questions that arise from this are equally intense. I once wrote this about it:
There are several feedback loops going on here. How I present myself is a balancing act between how I’m identifying at any given moment and how the outside world sees me (and all the social and safety issues related to it). How I choose to present my gender is a reflection of this; yet at the same time, the way I present myself subtly (or not-so-subtly) influences how I see myself, and absolutely influences how I am seen and treated by others. How I am treated also has a major effect on how I see myself, and therefore, how I present myself. Ultimately, my internal identity, my gender expression, and the way I am seen and gendered are so closely tied together as to be inseparable.
This used to be my everyday reality.
As I’m sure you can imagine, this put an immense amount of pressure on what is for most people an incredibly simple, daily act and ended up taking up a ton of mental and emotional energy. Nailing an outfit was definitely a high – the internal and the external really really match!! – but losing that game could make me dysphoric all day. I’d sometimes even take additional clothing with me for this reason, just in case. Traveling with me was terrible as I would overpack for every possible iteration and variation of self.
So to find myself in a situation where clothing is easy and looking nice and feeling comfortable is a relatively thoughtless task is just strange.
Basing my clothing choices on halacha rather than on something of deep, individual significance manages to both give me agency and take some away in order to achieve a balance that is harmonious. If I follow women’s halacha (which is generally what I do) then I wear skirts, period. Moreover, I wear long skirts and long-sleeve high-necked shirts. That removes any doubt in most people’s minds as to what sex I am. It also makes a lot of other gender-related and fashion-related decisions for me.
Skirts are seen as de facto dressier, and so I have a very easy time looking professional as well. Wearing more covering clothing (within reason) is incredibly practical I’ve found, and so the comfort and functionality aspects are also pretty much always there, too.
As a non-binary person with a very fluid presentation – or at least the capacity for such – I’ve found that making the personal choice to stick with halacha-based clothing choices takes away the pressure to make any kind of a statement about my gender. It’s not about my gender, which is non-binary and for which there is no halacha [yet!] Rather, it’s more like a uniform that I feel more of a moral compunction to wear, and it has nothing to do with how I feel about it.
Although I completely acknowledge that this could be incredibly unhealthy and toxic for many people, in my individual, personal situation, it removes a frustrating and spoons-draining aspect of my life, which frees up mental and emotional space for more worthy items. (The choice aspect of it is a critical component.) To that end, I give myself the latitude to dress however I want, and in so doing remove all but the most occasional need to present differently. On those days I do; the rest of the time, I don’t. It’s that simple.
I do not feel less non-binary for this. In fact, I feel freed from a weird sort of authenticity test that seems to be directed at non-binary people who sometimes or frequently present themselves in a feminine way. Part of why I used to feel such pressure to present in just the exact right way – down to the aesthetic – was because I was feeling an immense pressure to present as non-binary in a society that doesn’t yet really have a category for that.
What that works out to in practice is that non-binary people (especially those assigned female at birth) often feel pressured to present more masculine than they feel because the goal is androgyny – and androgyny is often just ~soft masculinity~ or queer masculinity 2.0. (I could go into a whole only somewhat related gender theory rant about this but will spare you.) In any event, I’m not masculine 99% of the time, and so it just doesn’t make sense for me to present in ways that – while I can certainly adapt to them over time – do not come naturally to me.
There’s also just something very materialistic and Western about clothing being the basis of one’s gender expression. My gender doesn’t change just because I put on pants, and it doesn’t stop being fluid just because I actively choose to present myself in one way. I end up expressing the variously gendered parts of my personality in different, and frankly healthier, ways now that it’s not tied to the clothes I put on my body.
So anyway I wear skirts and shells now and it’s been actively helpful for me, specifically as a non-binary person, despite what I’m sure some might see as internalized transphobia or whatever else.