I regret legally changing my sex.
"I regret ..." sometimes feels like a dirty phrase in this community. Like somehow it has awful implications to say you think you made the wrong choice about something. That I'm supposed to stay chin-up defiant, unwavering, saying I'd do it all over again, or else I'm letting Them win or just self-hating.
But I do. This sucks. I'm in the most terrifying, paralyzing, uncertain position imaginable. I don't regret transitioning, I don't regret changing my name. I regret that a single meaningless letter change on a handful of documents has ultimately become a major sacrifice. I'm stuck in this terrible paralytic state where all I want out of my life is freedom and mobility, and I'm restricted in ways that I think we don't yet fully understand. I'm worried I won't be able to reenter the country if I leave because I'll be told my passport is somehow invalid. I'm worried that getting a job or insurance and the like will be even harder than it already is. I'm worried that I can rarely choose the closet for personal safety anymore.
I don't like it, I don't like the freedom it has stolen from me, I hate all the uncertainty, and I hate how I prioritized meaningless external validation over the practical needs of my life. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
happy end of pride month y'all, hope you had a good one
bit of an unconventional post for this thread i tink but i wanted to take a sec of my precious time to return to this fascinating web site and give a little end of june Message of Inspiration to the baby queers that live here (i love all yall)
for MY pride month this year I went ahead and temporarily abandoned my beloved boyfriend for a 15-day road trip. Alone (yep, fully solo!). Averaging 433 miles a day by car. Across the US. in the midst of this insane political climate. To some real banger ass red states, we're talkin' North Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, that's right folks, the places "we" aren't supposed to go, ever, or else we'll all explode or whatever. I did this all, by myself, as a clocky little 22-year-old androgynous trans girl from good ol' sheltered liberal new england. And I didn't just not explode, in fact I had the time of my life, and for the most part didn't have any bad experiences.
look, here's the thing. there's a hell of a lot of people in the world who want you to believe that because you made the choice to get a better life for yourself, because you're openly trans, because some people are sometimes assholes, because the odds in life are stacked against you, that there are things in this world that Aren't Made For You. That you Can't Do. I refuse to believe that's true god dang it and neither should you. happy pride, go get some
grit, girls, some meat on those bones, some radical queerness in that heart, some good old fashioned survival skills and punk-y determination and get out there like the world is yours to take, because darling it is. pick your favorite battles and fight to win em all. don't let them tell you you can't chase those dreams, or you can't travel, or be who you want to be, or that you have to live Small, or any of that junk. Do it all
because you're trans, because you're you, because you've made the choice to Live and get to get out there every day and fight for everything you want and need. because the thing they want most is for you to be so much more afraid than you Ever need to be. the first step to being brave is being a little crazy, and i know I'm only gonna be crazier from here . hell yeah.
also I have a hot date with a pretty girl on Friday so like that's neat and gay right?