Why did I have to get over my internalized transphobia towards myself and accept that I'm transmasc just as the discourse around transmascs and whether we deserve a word for our own oppression or not (spoiler alert: we do - and at this point, I don't care what word is used, we just need one)
I had to overcome a lot of personal issues leading me to accepting myself. I silenced the part of me that was afraid of being a man, or even viewed as one, because the internet has instilled in so many of us that Being A Man = Evil, Awful, Violent and Monstrous. I learned to love and appreciate the non-binary, masculine part of me, to not be ashamed of pulling away from womanhood and feminity in a big way.
Now it seems like my whole community is setting itself on fire, and being ravaged by people who aren't part of the community. And it's fucking terrifying. It's sickening. It's heartbreaking.
It makes me scared to exist. To talk about my identity, my struggles, my hopes and more. It makes me angry to see people say with such confidence in their heart, chest and soul that people like me do not have a unique type of oppression "because we're [ALL] men*", and then actively try to shame, ostracize, harass, abuse, gaslight, and manipulate us into silence and compliance. Why? Because we abandoned womanhood. Because we betrayed women as a whole by daring to dirty our feminine physique with manhood and masculinity. Because we ""murdered"" a daughter that never even truly existed; accept as a way to keep the individual safe and in the closet. Because we're transmasc and trans men.
All the work I made into building up my confidence, in saying goodbye to my home of womanhood which had housed me for years, finally breaking those shackles and making an identity for myself away from it all.
It feels like it was all for nothing. It feels like the moment I stepped away from womanhood, I gave away a privilege I did not even know I had. The privilege of victimhood, of the crimes and abuse dealt to me being taken seriously and earnestly. Because men can't be hurt. We can't be abused, or discriminated, or neglected, or experience anything negative.
All men are and ever will be are animals; monsters seeking to manipulate and twist the minds of our poor innocent daughters until they mutilate their own bodies for a sense of euphoria. That is how the world views me and my community as. Hyenas who trail behind the feet of precious cis women, waiting for a time to strike and bring up the wonders we feel of being trans.
By stepping away from womanhood, I unknowingly stepped into a role where I would always be anticipated as being the monster. That everytime I spoke, people would only hear teeth-gnashing and gutteral growls. Anytime I would move, they'd expect it to be a strike against them.
No longer could I play the damsel in distress; I was now the large beast, with claws and teeth and gnatted, filthy fur which held her captive. And for some people, they view me as the beast imprisoning my inner woman. So they wish to kill that beast in order to set her free.
But how am I meant to explain how I am that woman as much as I am the beast?
How is a beast meant to be seen in a kinder light, when the village always pulls out their pitchforks and torches at the sight of them? How are they meant to be seen in a better light, when the world projects their fear and anger onto that beast; only to scream in fear when the beast reflects it right back?
I put in so much work for myself. I was so happy and excited to accept this part of myself. Deep down, I knew that I would lose the respect and trust of many around me. But I never expected my new home to already be up in smoke and flames not long after I arrived.
I never expected the fear and hopelessness of my identity to have arrived so soon. I never thought the shame of masculinity would come back like a baseball being swung into me. I never anticipated this much despise for my identity - for people like me. I never wanted this to be the reality I live in.
[*Note: not all transmasc people fully identify as men, or at all. My experience of being transmasc is much more out of the binary, and I doubt I am the only one. Yet we all get lumped under the label as "men" nonetheless because non-binary (especially multigendered) people such as myself tend to be forced back into some form of binary.]