Now that our holiday is done and colder weather is on the way, I’m going to ease into a more feminine phase (starting tomorrow with a proper wet shave!) Not that a giant oaf like myself can get too femme but it’s a good time for scarfs, jackets and funky hats. Plus makeup won’t sweat off my face 😓.
It's Trans Prom again, and the cyborg robot is hitting the dance floor in style. Care to join her?
I was (in)formally invited by @zaigg to participate in this event, and i'm so happy to return! I hope you all enjoy the festivities!
I am so glad that I live in a world with trans women and trans men and nonbinary people and intersex people. Things are hard for all of us right now, but I love you all and I am wishing that things get better and easier for all of us! ❤️
I was scrolling on a social media I sometimes use, and was recommended a timeline. I thought it was just a normal transition timeline at first, but then I saw it was more a transformation timeline than a transition one, even if it had some of the usual qualities, like her looking more alive in the most recent picture.
She was breathtaking- a beautiful white tigress, but still in human shape. Wait, people can do that? I immediately looked at her page to see if she linked a clinic, or a group, anything. I found a group and sent her a message, asking if I could go to a meeting, see what it was like, and ask some questions. I half expected to be blocked for it, but I went to bed with a smile on my face.
The next morning, I checked my messages. I was surprised to not only not be blocked, but to have received a reply, with an invitation to the group.
The meeting was next week, and I called into work that day, saying I needed a mental health day. I was nervous, and stood outside the doors for a few moments, before the same white tigress from the timeline saw me and took pity on me and welcomed me inside. “Are you tigrenere139? Am I saying that right?”
“Uh, yeah! To both.” I answered, looking around as we walked inside.
“What’s a tigrenere?” She asked curiously.
“Oh, it’s a white tiger with wings.” I pulled up a drawing I’d done when I was younger, of exactly that.
“I can see why you reached out, then. What questions did you have? I’ll try to answer them.”
“Well… I didn’t even know it was possible until I saw your timeline. You’re beautiful. Everyone here is amazing. When I was a kid, my genie wish would be to be a tigrenere. Still is on the list, but world peace comes first now.”
“You’re wondering how I started?”
“Yes.”
“There’s this clinic, they’re the only one in the area that does it.”
“Can you give me their card or something?”
“Sure, let me get their phone number for you.”
“Thank you. I have other questions, but I don’t want to bother you.”
“You won’t.”
“Then… did it hurt?”
“Changing? It was slow, but yes. At times.”
“Is it better to go slowly?”
“I think so, you get to discover yourself along the way.”
“Can I ask around here?”
“I don’t see why not.”
That afternoon, I called the clinic.
“Doctor Theodore Erian’s office, how may I help you?”
“My name is Ice. I would like to schedule an appointment with the doctor, please.”
“Last name and date of birth?”
I gave her the info and waited.
“The next available appointment is… let’s see… three months out.”
“I can wait that long!”
“Alright. I have you scheduled.”
I went to every meeting in the meantime, getting to know the creatures, critters, and beasts that also went. Alexis, the tigress, made sure I was alright, being human presenting still.
The day of my appointment came. I thought it would be big, or grand, or exotic, but it looked to be a small little clinic, surely not big enough for the dragons I saw earlier.
I walked in, taking a seat next to a pair that looked to be twins, but one was female, the other male. Presenting, at least. I was practically shaking with nerves and excitement.
When it was finally my turn…
“Hello, Ice.” The doctor said, checking his notes.
“Hello, doctor.”
“Let’s get into this, shall we?”
“Of course.”
“I see in the notes that you are cisgender. Typically, some plasticity must be proven, but you have no plans to transition to male, correct?”
“Correct. I like living as a woman.”
“I see you didn’t bring any notes from even a single psychologist.”
“I wasn’t aware I needed them.”
“You don’t, if you’re willing to sign your life away.”
“Wait, what do you mean by that?”
“You give custody of yourself to this office in the event that you go, as the kids say, feral when you hit your crossroads. As well as extra visits so you may be studied as you change.”
“Will I be compensated?”
“Of course.”
“Then I agree.”
“Would you prefer the fifteen minute version, or the months to years long process?”
“I want to watch things slowly.”
“What is a tigrenere?”
“A winged tiger, but I want to be white.”
“That will be doable.”
“When can I start?”
“When the medication is ready. I need to make some adaptions, so it should be ready in roughly two months time, perhaps longer or shorter.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“Our last order of business, the paperwork.”
Over the course of the next two months, I kept dreaming of running and flying free over the city. It would feel amazing, I just knew it.
I picked my medications up from the pharmacy, seeing a new one, with a name I couldn’t pronounce. It was a pill bottle, take daily with breakfast. I took my first dose with my breakfast, my hands trembling from excitement so much that I nearly dropped the pill.
It was too early to notice anything, and I knew that, but I could have sworn that the world looked a little bit brighter.
I found out today that there was a (thankfully very ill-fated) attempt to have the entire Wikipedia article on discrimination against transgender men deleted. At first I thought the perpetrator was yet another bargain bin transphobe/TERF act of disruption but apparently not so, she is a trans woman. The user in question had been disputing the use of transandrophobia in the article as being inappropriate, but as other editors pointed out, the way in which it was used was as to be expected (basically saying “hey this term is being used commonly right now in places to describe this phenomena”). When attempts to get the article edited to remove any mention of the term failed, this user instead decided to just nominate the whole article for deletion instead. She even went as far as to say “you will never be a man” to the editors disputing this, though it was quickly deleted. It’s the actions of only a single person, but I find this indicative of how the chronic devaluing and othering of transmasculine people and voices in faux-transfeminist spaces leads to action basically indistinguishable from cis transphobes. Resorting to attempted vandalism of an online resource and blatant transphobia is a symptom of this trend that deserves absolutely no patience at this point.
Non-canon tangent episode! Because I drew a Pride comic last year and literally just forgot to post it anywhere. ^^;
Happy Pride, everyone! Stay safe, stay happy, stay healthy!🏳️⚧️🏳️🌈
Ideally I'd make a post like "It is pride month! Yay! :D"
...But it is getting increasingly hard to exist as a trans person, let alone celebrate it.
We should still celebrate it. That celebration doesn't need to be loud. It doesn't need to be noticed by anyone except yourself.
They want us to feel shame at who we are. They want others to fear what we are. Pride in yourself is the antithesis of shame. So please, now more than ever, make sure you celebrate pride. Celebrate you.
