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A safe space for non-binary and trans* individuals! Feel free to ask me and others in the community questions or advice in the "Ask us a question!" tab, or post NB content on the "submit a post here" tab! :3

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I am soooooo excited to announce the EnbyCorner's TransArts campaign! So far, 2 users I have reached out to have contributed, and now I am opening it to everyone. The campaign is (as the name suggests) revolved around the art produced by all trans* and non-binary individuals in the LGBTQIA+ community, and our page will showcase them! Got anything that was stated in the images above? Read on to find out how you can get involved and what the process will look like!

1. Make sure your art is entirely finished. We humbly will not be posting half-finished art.

2. Message the enbycorner page or the owner to explain what your art is, give the title and your name or the name of your tumblr page for clarification. We will also require your pronouns so we know how to address you. If these are not given, we will use gender-neutral pronouns (they/them) and refer to you as the tumblr page name that you contacted us on. If you want, you can also share your name, age, social accounts, gender, sexuality or anything else you would like us to mention in your post!

3. If you'd prefer not to message, or can't, you can also submit your art and the needed information to the "submit a post" section on our page! We will review it that way and post it if it is accepted.

4. You will receive a message from Falen, the owner, confirming your post! Thank you for participating.

Got any questions? Submit them on the "ask a question" tab or send us a message.

I hope to see man submissions from our awesome community! Thanks for reading,

Falen, the EnbyCorner creator and owner.

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TransArts Campaign Updates!

Just a reminder that the campaign to share your trans and non-binary arts on our page ends on 1st January 2022!

Not sure what it is? That's fine! You can find the post that explains it all if you follow this link (it is also currently pinned on our page, but this may change between now and January): https://theenbycorner.tumblr.com/post/663330633718939648/i-am-soooooo-excited-to-announce-the-enbycorners

Get involved today!

-Falen, theenbycorner Creator and Owner

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People's faces when you explain genderfluidity to them:

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Let's talk about deadnaming...

Welcome back to Trans Topic Tuesdays here at the EnbyCorner! This week's topic is deadnaming.

Ah, deadnaming. One of the most common experiences of trans* people regardless of identity. It's also a common meme on transgender and non-binary forums across the internet.

So, what is deadnaming? Deadnaming is the practice of ignoring one's new, preferred or chosen name to use their old or birth name instead. It is a form of misgendering and, as such, can be purely accidental or intentional. Repeated intentional deadnaming is, in my opinion, transphobic.

Let's say someone comes out to you as trans or non-binary and tells you their new name and pronouns. You may not remember at first (nobody expects you to) but you should be able to remember after a few years, right? Even if you don't sometimes, that's fine! Just apologise, correct yourself and move on. If you choose not to do that and instead insist that the person's name is their dead (birth) name, you are deadnaming them and misgendering them. Also, don't pretend it never happened should you mess up. Even though the person you deadnamed may not immediately show you that they even care about you using the wrong name, they may be upset about it or at least a little annoyed. Acknowledge the mistake you made and correct it and all should be fine!

So, my fellow trans and NB people, what is your opinion on deadnaming? Does it phase you? Is it transphobic? Are memes about it relatable? Let me know down below!

-Falen, theenbycorner Creator and Owner (He/They)

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I wish! My deadname is one of the most feminine names EVER and I always knew it never fit me, even since I was a little kid.

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Me accidentally forgetting my deadname and getting momentarily confused when people use it:

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What trans people wish others understood...

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Reminder that transphobia is still VERY much alive and kicking (yes, even in 2021).

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Untitled Poem by Deuteragonized

there is agony in every fabric

skirts on signs

or skirts in seats

in a skirt, a mantlepiece

even now that my hair’s short,

a skirt in my mother’s mind

this is forever

this is who i am

i will be a child always

innocent man, do you even realize how lucky you are?

Thank you so much to @deuteragonized for this splendid piece of work! Make sure to visit their page and support their poetry.

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Can we talk about Chest Dysphoria?

CW// Mention of dysphoria and binders It sucks. It really sucks. People usually just say "Oh, just get a binder" or "just get top surgery then" but like...here are some reasons some trans and non-binary people can't do that: 1. No money for surgery. 2. They're an adolescent, and therefore too young for certain surgeries. 3. Binders are uncomfortable or harmful to them (yes, binders can harm ribs!) 4. They're an adolescent with transphobic or traditional parents who won't allow them to bind. 5. They prefer (safe) alternatives to binders, but they might not actually bind that well ((more on that in a later post!)) 6. No money for a safe binder. 7. Just generally don't want to bind and/or are scared to. What are YOUR thoughts on chest dysphoria, binders and top surgery? -This is the first post in our "Trans Topic Tuesdays"! Every Tuesday, we will make a post discussing a certain topic that is relevant to the LGBTQ+ community or trans and non-binary lives! -Falen, theenbycorner Creator and Owner

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TW self harm

hi, sorry im in here asking again, waisting your time

but i relapsed in sh yesteday on your upper arms, how do i make it heal faster?

TW// Self-Harm

Hi there! I am really sorry to hear about your relapse. And NEVER ever think that you're wasting my time, we are a community here and we're here to help and literally just be a safe space for you to go to when you're feeling low.<3 Before I say anything else, I must stress to you that my self-harm due to cutting was a brief stint as I then found more "effective" (but still VERY harmful) ways to deal with depression.

Onto your question, I am absolutely no expert on this, though I will firstly recommend throwing away any razors, knives or blunt objects you can use to cut. Bin them. Eradicate them. I know it's easier said then done, but I personally realised that when my mother got rid of my razor completely upon finding it, my intent of crafting another one wasn't as high as it was before - simply because I knew she would just yell at me and get rid of it all over again. If you can't bring yourself to throw them away, request a trusted person to!

Regarding the cutting itself, I personally didn't cut long enough to obtain obvious scars. A little scratch or two, maybe, but never any deep cuts. My advice is, as with any type of open wound on the skin, is to clean it with a harmless, skin-friendly substance. I'd recommend lukewarm salt water perhaps, gently dabbing it onto the area. Aside from that, I'm really not sure if you can speed the healing process up - though I'm sure someone out there who has experienced cutting more than I have could help you out with this!

I'm genuinely very sorry if this is not helpful at all, but I can recommend some sources! https://healthfully.com/how-to-make-cuts-heal-faster-3420672.html#:~:text=Once%20a%20cut%20has%20stopped%20bleeding%2C%20the%20best,The%20bleeding%20should%20stop%20within%20a%20few%20minutes.

Best of luck to you on your recovery ❤

-Falen, theenbycorner Creator and Owner

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Anything But

TW: Gender dysphoria, misgendering, transphobia, self-harm, mention of suicide, eating disorder

"What do you mean?!" She says,

"You're my daughter!" She says.

"This is nonsense!" She shouts,

She'd come to find her little girl was anything but.

"No haircut," She says.

"No binder!" She says.

"No stupid pronoun changes!" She shouts,

She doesn't want to accept her little girl as anything but.

"You're following a trend," She taunts,

"The world has gone mad!" She taunts.

"I'll never accept this!" She shouts.

She'll never accept her little girl as anything but.

"Why don't you socialise?" She probes,

"Why do you isolate yourself?" She probes.

"Nobody will help you." She grunts.

Maybe because her little girl is anything but.

"What is this razor doing here?" She questions,

"Why are you suicidal?" She questions.

"You've done this to yourself." She groans.

Her little girl is alive, but wants to be anything but.

"Darling, I'm scared." She frets,

"You're skin and bones!" She frets.

"Please eat, I love you!" She cries.

Her little girl is dying, when she could be anything but.

"You know what?" She says,

"I'm getting you a haircut" She says.

"But I'm not calling you 'they'!" She retorts.

Maybe her little girl isn't a girl after all - she's anything but.

"You don't want your skirts?" She asks,

"You don't want your bras?" She asks.

"That's fine, I'll give them to charity." She sighs.

She's starting to accept that her little girl is anything but.

"You look like a boy in those clothes!" She says,

"You're not my son, you know that?" She says.

"But I accept you're not a girl" She states.

She has realised her child was never anything but.

This is a poem I wrote based on my own struggles with gender and mental health. To anyone who is going through the same, hang in there. We'll both recover in every way possible, someday. <3

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"The Way She Sees Me" - Gale

I don’t know what I want her to see when she looks at me

Right now she has memorized my identity

Like she’s studying for a test

But not very well because she often forgets

The comments she makes, the words that she says

I know she still thinks I’m a girl

All she can see is my lipstick and my short skirts

My tight shirts and my bras and I can’t make her understand I am not naturally skinny,

I’m not naturally beautiful or handsome whatever you want to call it, that’s not me

So when I wear too big jeans and too long shirts and too many sports bras I just look like a girl who has given up

All she can see is my soft jaw and my soft nose and my hips

And maybe I don’t want her to see me differently

Because she could fall in love with the girl with the dark red lips and shaved legs and lacy bras

She won’t, because I am not enough for her

But I can see her eyes linger on my waist and maybe I don’t want that to change

But it hurts to see that in her eyes I am still who i used to be

Here is an excellent poem by @the-real-slim-shady! He is the second person to contribute to our #transarts campaign here on the page - a post will be made soon to officially announce it! Be sure to show him some love by visiting his page and checking out his socials!

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Hi

So I have an issue with voice dysphoria

Any suggestions on relief?

Hiya there!

I first off want to say I am proud of you for admitting your dysphoria. It can be hard for some people to realise and then come to terms with the fact that they are experiencing gender dysphoria.

Onto your question, voice dysphoria is such a pain - mostly because you can't really change it the same way you can change your appearance to one that you feel suits your gender correctly, for example (unless you medically transition, of course). Personally speaking, my voice does cause some dysphoria from time to time, but not daily like other things. However, like all things we can't change, we must embrace them. Your voice doesn't indicate your gender, and anyone trying to dismiss your feelings by mentioning your voice is just being toxic!

Your voice is a part of YOU, and YOU are remarkable. I know how hard it is to compliment yourself, but I advise you to write it down- "My voice is fine. It does not determine my gender. I will not let it trouble me", or say it to yourself in your head or out loud! Say it in the mirror if looking in the mirror doesn't trouble you too much. If you aren't out yet, I suggest reminding yourself this daily so nobody will find out until you're ready to share it.

Remember, voice does not equal gender, and by that logic, you are just being you. I sincerely hope this helped and I wish you a beautiful, blessed day!

-Falen, theenbycorner Creator and Owner.

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Tyler the Creator memes are elite....also, who else has recently begun to understand the dysphoric feelings they had as a kid?

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A "gender journey" poem. Each stanza, I get older. December 2020.

My pronouns are they/them. I am nonbinary.

(CW for internalized transphobia/homophobia and descriptions of dysphoria.)

I am a girl.

I am happy. I am free.

I want to be a president.

The first girl president.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I like the colors pink and yellow.

I wear my hair long and braided.

I make friends and play kitchen and house.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I want to carry chairs for my teacher.

Only strong boys can carry the chairs.

I help her pass out papers instead.

I am sweet and good and quiet.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I cut my hair.

It's still long, but shorter now.

My family puts me in Christmas dresses.

I feel like I can't breathe.

Still, I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I cut my hair again.

I donate it to other girls.

They need it more than I do.

I should be thankful, they say.

Women are jealous of my hair.

They can have it.

Still, I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I see two women kissing.

The grown ups turn away.

I don't turn away.

I stand and stare.

Why do they hide their faces?

Their smiles make me feel like flying.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I feel my body changing.

Boys turn to look at me.

I don't like it when they look at me.

I bleed and grow curves.

I am a girl. It hurts.

I am a girl.

I see another girl and smile.

My thoughts are racing.

I know it's wrong.

I shouldn't feel this way.

I think I like girls.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I am in middle school.

I am a girl and it hurts.

I am a girl and I hide in my jacket.

I am a girl and my body is suffocating.

I am a girl and I cry in the bathroom.

I am a sinner because I wish I was different.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I cringe when I hear it.

I want to hide when I look in the mirror.

I can't hide. I just stare back.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I am on the bus.

A girl tells me she is bi.

I ask what that means.

She laughs.

She explains and I know she is guilty.

She is guilty of the crime I also committed.

I am disgusted.

She is nervous.

I want to cry.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I meet a friend.

She is beautiful and kind and hurting.

She hides in her jacket.

I understand. She is a girl.

We stick together.

A boy at our table says that we are lesbians.

He is angry. I don't care.

She looks at me and understands.

We are both girls. And it hurts.

I am a girl.

I am confused.

I think I like girls. And boys. Does it matter?

I can't tell my family.

They scorn the gentle sinners.

I talk to my friend and find others.

Some of us are girls. Some of us are gays. All of us are sinners.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I meet other people.

I learn that there are others like me.

We hide in our jackets.

We are hated but we stick together.

I found a boy who was like me.

He was a girl, too. He changed.

I am not like him. I am not a boy.

I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I am a girl when my friend becomes a boy.

He tells me on the phone and I understand.

We hid in our jackets.

He grew out of his jacket.

He is my best friend.

I am hurting and I am quiet.

And still, I am a girl.

I am a girl.

I find a girl, no, a person.

They are beautiful.

Something I have not heard of.

I learn when we're together.

I embrace what I don't understand.

I bring them money for their birthday.

They flatten their chest and cry with relief.

They grew out of their jacket.

I loved them.

I crossed their deadname from the wall when they left.

I think I am a girl.

I think I am a girl.

I'm not sure what to do about it.

I have learned that I love all genders.

It doesn't matter.

Why does gender have to matter?

I am a girl. I am a boy.

No. I am not a boy.

I am barely a girl.

When people ask, I am a girl.

I am not a girl.

My heart flutters when I am mistaken

For "sir" or "son."

I am not a boy but it sticks with me.

I cut my hair. My family is angry.

My family is angry but I am free.

I am not a girl or a boy.

I am something inside of myself.

Still, when they ask,

I am a girl.

I am not a girl.

I am a "she" in the way of a pirate's ship.

My gender is like the ocean.

Never discernible. Never quite the same.

I am still friends with the boy that outgrew his jacket.

I tell him and suddenly I outgrow mine.

He calls me "they" for the first time.

I cry.

I am not a girl.

I am not a girl.

I change schools because the world is falling apart.

But I am not a girl.

When I change schools, I feel different.

They all call me by a name that isn't suffocating.

They don't know to call me anything else.

I meet two other boys.

Both of them had outgrown the jackets they hid in.

It warmed something inside of me.

The teachers used their pronouns.

I felt hope.

I am not a girl.

I am not a girl.

I have told this to some friends.

Some don't understand.

They don't have to.

I am not a girl.

The ones who stay use my pronouns.

They know, they know that

I am not a girl.

I feel like I can fly. I shed my jacket again.

I am not a girl.

I am nonbinary.

I express my identity as I see fit.

I wear jackets when I need to,

But they seem lighter now.

I am made stronger by the acceptance of myself.

I hope to one day leave my jacket behind.

I am happy, I am free.

And I am not a girl.

An amazing poem by @https://queer-person-crowe.tumblr.com/! We are so thankful for their contribution to our page. Follow them and show them some love for this excellent piece!

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This feels so liberating to say! Maybe it's an affirmation you should give to yourself on dysphoric days 😁