I made a free post on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/posts/excerpt-01-8663386 but maybe I can talk about it here too. Maybe it’s relevant.
A trans character hears that her boss has died. They weren’t close, but they were friendly, but they weren’t friends, but they thought well of each other.
I’ve never been sure how to react to death, whether it be a pet or a relative that I didn’t know well. It hasn’t happened to me personally yet, and I’m still unsure what feelings I will or won’t express.
I’m not sure where this uncertainty comes from, but we must write what we know - that’s a phrase I think about a lot.
Another one is Just Be Yourself.
I understand what Just Be Yourself is trying to say, but it makes the process sound so automatic. If we take a moment, just a moment, to breathe in and think internally about nothing we can, what? Just be ourselves? Just be?
I wonder how many years, what percentage of my life, as been myself. I wonder how long I’ve just been acceptable, and not unthinkingly, but consciously changed for reasons I’m not quite able to word properly.
And that’s not living sincerely, is it? Moderating how my feelings are expressed so that I might not get noticed - because I wasn’t ready to be noticed then. And over time that moderation whittles down any instinctual feelings to the point where each feeling reaction must be measured and thought about. Considered.
If I choose to be happy am I happy? If I choose to be excited about the latest Spider-Man trailer am I excited for it, can I choose those feelings? Or maybe I’ve just spent a very long time reiterating my love for Spider-Man that now it must be something I do. Are we allowed or able to choose feelings?
We’re told we must choose to ignore the negative, is it sincere to invent something positive for ourselves? Is it sincere to invent anything? At what point is an identity built or discovered?
I think self-discovery works best when your Self isn’t at odds with the world’s perception of you or what you should be.
I like pink and maybe it doesn’t matter if that liking was discovered or invented, because now it just is.