I love being Malaysian. I love my country, I love my culture. But god is being trans so so so hard here. Especially as a trans man, obviously not to say trans women/fems don't struggle, of course they do, but Im talkin trans men/mascs uniquely here alr.
Our society is still very misogynistic, which of course means heavy emphasis on feminity, purity, marriage and traditional roles. If you're Malay, like me, meaning you're ethnically muslim, that means marriage is suuuper important. Arranged marriages aren't out of the realm of possibility, and child marriage is rampant. Legally, I could've been married at 16. 16! The legal age for boys is 18. Then don't get me started on child marriages in certain states, which allows for children younger than 16 to be married off to a suitor far older than them LEGALLY. My parents aren't the type to marry me off at 16, thank god, but they joked about it. It grossed me the fuck out.
But Im an adult now, they could find some hot Ustaz to marry me off to, and I'd be raped and impregnated by him and nothing can be done because marital rape isn't actually rape here. Divorce? I doubt they'd let me, they'd tell me to work it out over and over before they'd actually let me leave.
Traditional rape, is still thought of as partially the victim ("womens") fault. It's still the clothes you wear. If you wear "revealing" clothes it's partially your fault. You should've been more stern, should've been more compliant, if you did everything right you wouldn't have been assaulted and impregnated! What? You want to get rid of it? You monster! How could you? It's your baby!
The inkling of me not wanting to get married pissed my mother off, she cited our religion to put fear in me to marry. It hasn't worked on me, I want to get married anyway. Just not as a woman. The idea of me not wanting children pissed her off too, I was required to have them as a god fearing woman of faith. My husband would want kids, and I would give them to him. Blegh.
If I die here, I will be buried with my birth name. If I die here I will die a girl. If I die here I will be mourned as such. If I die of violence here it will be listed in the category of woman, cis woman. No one but those who knew me for me would know that it was wrong. I don't want that.
I wonder how many people like me are out there in this country. I wonder how many of them are happy, living as men, I wonder how many are unhappy. Living as wives to men they maybe love, probably don't, forced to ignore who they really are. I wonder how many of them are dead.
So I will live, I will breathe. Stay a malay Malaysian man, gay as all hell, till the end of my days. I will grow old. I will be the goddamned tranny my mother hated and others will know the name of. I will live