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It is so disheartening as a transfeminine system on tumblr who barely makes her own posts to see my sisters beat down again and again, feeling unable to talk about it. People treating trans women not as women, but a Third, Separate thing. Trans women ARE women, and this shouldn't be controversial. Not in the empty slogan way, not in the "oh, they feel like a woman" way. They are literally women. And apparently this gets a lot of people tore up. Gods forbid if a trans woman is fat, or clocky, or anything outside of the traditional feminine standard, she gets torn apart.
Transmascine || Transfemine
These terms work as variations of transmasculine/transfeminine that explicitly have no attachment or barrier based on AGAB. Being transmascine/transfemine does not indicate a persons private information concerning reproductive anatomy and assigned gender. Rather, it simply indicates a trans person who's gender (identity or expression) is wholly, or partially, masculine/feminine.
These terms include genderfluid, multigender, demigender, abinary, trans man/woman etc.
They can be used by anyone, but were particularly made for people who resonate with transmasculine/transfeminine but feel uncomfortable with the contingency on AGAB.
I LOVE BEING TRANSGENDER FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Icons for a Transfem Yae Miko (Genshin Impact) in my system!
~💖 Bebe
When I was 5 years old I met a girl whose name I didn’t catch. She made me smile and gave me the idea of dancing around in my mom’s heels. Mom found me and told me she was a bad influence.
When I was 8 I saw her again and she told me to try on lipstick. Smearing moms lipstick across my face lead to kissing boys on the playground. My teacher told me boys don’t kiss boys. Almost like she was reminding me I’m a boy. It was good actually. I forgot what I was. Who I was meant to be.
When I was 12 I saw her again. I told her my boobs aren’t growing like my friend’s. She told me “it’s okay. You’ll get there some day.” and then she ran away. I saw her again when I was 14 but I tried to ignore her. The boys in my class made fun of me when I tried to know her. She disappeared for several years until I was 19. I saw her again when I was climbing a tree on a hike. She was beautiful. She was happy. I didn’t recognize her. She ran away before I could catch her name.
When I was 20 I saw her in a crowd. I knew who she was. I grabbed her hand and pulled her aside so we could talk. She told me about her life and how much she’s grown. She told me I would get there some day.
A year ago today I saw her in that crowd. She told me her name. A beautiful name. I’ll never forget it.
Florence Jennings King. (That’s me hehe)
Dysphoria is not a feeling. It’s a person. It’s like your future self coming back to guide you. It makes you feel like shit. It makes you feel confused. But one day when you’re older it will grow with you. Your boobs will grow in. And you’ll smile. And you’ll be happy. Together.
Happy coming out day. Happy naming day. Happy birthday. 🎈
I am thankful for my dysphoria. It lead me to find who I truly am.
Please direct your attention to this lovely artist coming out as trans. Ugh, this song just got recommended to me because I listen to eve on youtube, but I love her already! [english subtitles available]
Got the cutest femme tank top at the whole earth festival today, and for once I have a super femme piece of clothing that I have no anxiety about wearing. I feel like a bad ass in this thing. Pics incoming.