Hey, I am not very familiar with what non-binary means exactly. Could you maybe explain why Laken wants their binder to stay on?
CW: DISCUSSION OF GENDER DYSPHORIA and binding from nb person, reference to top surgery towards the end
Hey, so, essentially non-binary just means that someone’s gender doesn’t match up with the male/female dichotomy.
I’ve written an answer to this a couple of different ways but it just came out sounding like a health class textbook, and Laken would really prefer to explain this to you themself, thank you very much.
Take it away, Laken.
“I wear the binder basically nonstop. I take it off to sleep - just for health reasons - but if I didn’t need to do that? I wouldn’t take it off then, either. I don’t mind most of me, I think I’m pretty fucking hot, actually, but those... don’t feel like they’re me, you know? They just hang there. You want to kill the mood when you’re with me? Step one: take off that binder or suggest I take it off. There, you’ve done it, there is no Step Two.
It doesn’t even... it never felt like they were even mine. Not even when I was eleven and boys were fuckin’ snapping my bra straps because nobody else in my class had to wear one yet. It was like someone left them there, like my body is some lady’s lost and found bin, not mine. It was fucking hell until I figured out wearing a couple different tank tops at once could kind of press ‘em down, and now I have the binders and I just... it’s so much better.
With the binder on, I feel like I’m me again, just... just me. And that’s an amazing feeling to have when I had to fight my ass off to get it in the first place, had to fight mi mamá and papá and every-fucking-one-else. And look, I don’t regret the fight, I’d do it all over again if I had to, but I’ve got these binders, now, and they’re fucking lifesavers.
It kind of aches sometimes if I’m not super careful but you know what? I’ll take the ache any day if it means having a body that’s my own. I’ll take any fucking thing you got to throw at me if it means my body gets to belong to me. I’ll do anything for that. I’ve done anything for that. Tank tops, sports bras, tape... oh the tape was a bad idea... you name it, I’ve done it. But the binders are what works.
I thought it’d be hard to explain that to Chris, you know, the first time he asked? And I felt comfortable enough to tell him? But as soon as I said that - the thing about how, you know, it’s how to make my body feel like it’s mine, not someone else’s body and my brain just got dropped in this fucking flesh case by mistake - it was like I could see the light bulb turn on inside his head.
It was like... all at once, he just... got it.
I’ve been with other people - where I was the first enby they’d been interested in - and they looked at me like I was some, like, exotic fucking bird. That was shit and I stopped seeing them real fast, trust me. But Chris looks at me and he’s not trying not to see the binder, he sees it just fine, he just... likes all of me, binder included.
So yeah. One day I’m gonna lose these things, I’ve got a bank account I’m working on dollar by dollar, and I’m not gonna have to wear one any longer. But until then, it stays on.
Uh, sorry, kind of turned into a ramble about my boyfriend at the end, here. Hope that’s okay.”










