Friday, September 30, 2016

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Programming...

CW: usage of the Q-slur toward the end

...so I can share some amazing news. I'm hopped up on euphoria and shaking a little bit right now, by the way, so forgive me if I misspell anything.

And yes, I'm putting my hiatus on hiatus. That's how good it is. This may just be the best day of my life.

I got my first paycheck. I can now, like a goddamned adult, buy myself a chest binder.

I already have one picked out. It's from gc2b, it's tank-style, it costs about $40 (US currency), and it's roughly the same color as my skin (so I can wear white shirts and not worry about it showing through). I still need to measure myself to figure out what size I need, but I know for sure it's around 3XL. Which should tell you something about how relieved and excited I am that in a few weeks, it's going to arrive in the mail.

By the way, they have nude-colored binders in shades other than my very pale, very white complexion. And not just, like, a shade darker. The darkest binder in gc2b's nude line is medium brown. And it's not even named "cocoa" or "chocolate" or "coffee", which is nice. Just to let any trans, nonbinary, or gender nonconforming PoC who bind know.

So this new development in my life brings about a few personal questions. Specifically, should I eventually change my legal gender marker to male? Should I legally change my name?

I'm going to sort out my feelings on this with a pros and cons list:

Pros:
1. I will likely be paid more for the same job and will be more likely to get promoted.
2. Any time I show my ID cards to a police officer, TSA official, bank teller, etc., they won't raise any eyebrows at the name and gender on said ID cards if they read me as male.
        • While NOT changing my gender wouldn't subject me to as much transphobia from doctors as doing so, my masculine gender expression would likely be interpreted as "butch lesbian" and that's not exactly a safe identity to occupy, or even be mistaken for, either.
      • Also, I would probably be seen as trans either way. After all, I'm going to be binding soon, and I might eventually go on testosterone and/or get top surgery. My flat chest alone, coupled with clear evidence (the binder; surgery scars) that there is or was cleavage there and that I've been dysphoric about that, would give me away.
3. But not changing my name and legal gender wouldn't necessarily protect me from being mistaken for a teenager.
4. Legally changing my name and gender could potentially protect me from dysphoria.


Cons:
1. A good look at my medical history would reveal that I'm trans, and I could easily be denied that job in the first place because of that.
       • Do I really WANT that kind of advantage over my female coworkers? It would feel like cheating.
2. There's no guarantee that I would ever be able to pass as a cis man, and a lot of the time I don't even want to.
        • And if I'm in a conservative area and need to be hospitalized for some reason, the fact that my IDs would say male but my body would be seen by doctors and paramedics as female could put me in danger. After all, there are cases of doctors refusing to even treat trans patients.
3. I'm probably going to be mistaken for a teenage boy until I'm in my late twenties - at the least. This could disadvantage me if I say I'm an adult and someone thinks I'm lying about my age.
4. These changes will likely be very expensive.
5. While pretending to be strictly female feels wrong, so does transitioning so that I'm living as a man. And there is, so far, no nonbinary gender marker in my state.
      • What if there was a nonbinary gender marker here? If I used that, it would be obvious that I was trans and non-straight to anyone who saw it - regardless of what they're assuming about my gender or assigned sex. I'm already visibly disabled and trans/GNC. Because of my sexuality, I will be vulnerable in every relationship I ever have (depending on my partner's gender and sexuality, and whether we're read as a gay couple or not). That's a lot. Do I really want to risk anyone having more ammo to use against me? Ever since Pulse, I've been more than a little apprehensive about how hypervisible I am for my gender and sexuality. I don't want to have a panic attack every time I show someone my state ID or driver's license.

So it seems like the con arguments are stronger for now. Maybe if things change in the future - equal pay, more acceptance of trans people - then I'll change my mind. But for now, changing my name and gender marker aren't feasible options for me.

But it's not something I have to worry much about it. Yet.


I want to conclude this post by addressing anyone, especially cis people, who knows me in real life and is reading this:

  • Being dysphoric doesn't mean I hate my body.
  • Google is a lovely resource. Use it. Look up "what does nonbinary mean". Research nonbinary genders in different cultures. Educate yourselves and realize that people like me are not teenage special snowflakes on Tumblr.
  • Yes, I realize I've gone through a lot of labels. Yes, I've been confused. Gender is confusing. So is sexuality.
  • I've been hearing a lot of this "why do we need all of these labels? We're all just people uwu" nonsense from straight cis people. And cis aroaces. And sometimes from cis LGB people. In response: we need labels, particularly in response to race, gender and sexuality, because they describe how we interact with the world and how we fit into our communities. We need labels because when you fit into the default label, what most people will call you is normal. We need labels because there is a rich history behind labels like gay and lesbian and bisexual and transgender and genderqueer and pansexual and sapphic. Because they describe the specific experiences we've had because we fit into those labels and the solidarity we feel with people who share them. There are no such shared connections between cis or (most) straight people, so the labels of cis and straight are generally not as important to them.
  • No, I do not care about your opinions on my decision to bind.
  • Should I ever choose to go on testosterone and/or get top surgery, I won't care about your opinions on that either.
  • Your job is to support me and take me seriously no matter what I do or don't do in my transition.
  • This includes not ignoring my gender or misgendering me.
  • I don't bite, I promise. If you have any questions about my gender or trans and nonbinary people in general, please don't be afraid to ask.
  • That said: in order to ask or actually learn anything, you will have to actually acknowledge my gender. 
  • It's so scary and makes you uncomfortable, I know. Sadly for you, I'm not obligated to care. And I don't intend to.
  • I have put up with my own discomfort for the better part of twenty years, because any time I actually displayed self-acceptance it made cis people uncomfortable. I'm pretty sure you can learn to be comfortable with me.

6 comments:

  1. Update: you need to pay via credit, debit, or prepaid card, or paypal. So I bought a prepaid card from Speedway and put $48 on it, but apparently I can't actually buy anything on it, which is ridiculous. But if you follow the instructions on the card, you can use the numbers that come with it to order another card that's going to arrive in about ten days (I don't get it either, but my mom, who thinks gc2b sells "clothing" and doesn't know what a chest binder is or why I want one, helped me with that part). Add in about two weeks or so until my binder arrives, and I should be able to attain a temporarily flat chest just after my birthday.

    19 is going to be the best birthday ever.

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    1. Update: I just got my permanent prepaid card, activated it, linked it to my paypal, and used paypal to pay for my binder. It should arrive at my house by mid November.

      Also: I turned 19 yesterday.

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    2. CW: menstruation, catcalling, dysphoria, vivid description of an allergic reaction

      Update: it arrived today! I tried it on and it fits fine (I measured my chest and shoulders before I bought it). I won't be able to actually wear it anywhere for a few days, bc I'm on my period right now, meaning that my chest is bloated, and also I'm recovering from an allergic reaction that left rashes and hives on my forearms, most of my upper body, my neck, and my inner thighs. They're even on my fucking armpits. It just doesn't seem like a good idea to have something so tight on my skin when it's irritated already.

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    3. I'm not sure what I'm allergic to, but I put calamine lotion on all the skin that was affected, and I've been taking Benadryl every night. I'm also planning to switch all my shower stuff so it's hypoallergenic, because my mom thinks I might be allergic to some kind of fragrance.

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    4. So it occurred to me like yesterday that, while a lot of you have listened to me rant about wanting a binder, feeling dysphoric without one, oh-so-subtly hinting to my family that it would make a lovely birthday or Christmas present, not all of you know what a binder is.

      Okay. Sit down, kids.

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    5. For me, the biggest obstacle when it comes to "passing" (which, for me, means that people don't look at me and immediately be like "miss" "ma'am" "young lady" and all that other uncomfortable dysphoric shit) is my chest.

      I'm a D cup, have been since I was like thirteen. Small-chested cis girls have told me enviously how lucky I was while I quietly thought "can we switch, then?" Irritating straight boys couldn't keep their eyes on my face whenever I wore a tight tank top. Total strangers thought I was an adult woman when I was still in middle school. I was called a slut a lot in high school, even while wearing the same shit skinny girls wore, because while it did fit me (in a bigger size), it fit me differently. I got catcalled a lot, sometimes while walking home from school with my backpack still on and once while in the driver's seat of a driver's ed car. By a guy in his thirties. When I was sixteen and there was a big ass sign on top of the car that said Student Driver on it.

      Obviously, that's sexist as hell. But this particular comment isn't about the fetishization and sexualization of teenage girls.

      This comment is about binders. And the purpose of a binder, kiddies, is to make your chest look flat. For obvious reasons, they're popular among trans men and afab nonbinary people.

      They look pretty much like tank tops, sports bras, or undershirts, and you wear them under your shirt. They, or at least the one I have, have some kind of magical compression thing on the inside and it just kinda squishes your tiddies down so they look like pecs. Once you have a shirt on over it, no one can even tell there are sacks of fat and milk glands hanging off your torso.

      In order to do their job, binders have to be very tight, which is why there are so many rules about binding and why so many adult trans men and nonbinary people who bind are very careful to warn any afab kids who are new to the trans community about these rules: Don't bind with anything but a professionally made binder. Don't sleep with a binder on. Don't exercise with a binder on. Don't wear it for more than 8-10 hours at a time (4-6 when you first begin binding). Don't wear a binder that's even a little bit too small for you. Don't put your binder in the dryer. Stretch and take deep breaths when you have your binder on. Don't buy binders from Amazon (they're sized weirdly, I'm told).

      There are probably similar rules about tucking (which is like binding, but it's when you put your penis into some kind of harness thing so it doesn't make a bulge) but since I don't have a penis and have only knowingly met two trans women in my life, I don't know what the rules of tucking are.

      So. Yeah. I have a binder now. (And a new haircut, it's shaved on one side and looks really androgynous and I love it.) My mom thought the package was for her (it arrived about the time I stopped at Kroger to get pads and pain reliever because I started bleeding uncontrollably from my genitals at work when I didn't expect it because fuck me that's why), but she thinks binders are what you put your folders in for work and school. So as far as she knows, it's a weird looking shirt and gc2b sells "clothing". Which it does. Just not clothing she's ever going to be interested in.

      And she told me I had a package and I immediately got excited. I grabbed the binder, ran upstairs, tried it on, poked my bound tits experimentally, and started whispering "fuck yes" repeatedly as I flexed my nonexistent biceps in front of the mirror before collapsing on the bed with a ridiculous grin on my face like my dog when she has a new squeaky toy. Feel free to keep that mental image seared into your brain forever.

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