Tag: genderbox

l80s:

lord-kitschener:

The idea that being born with a penis/testicles means that you’re biologically programmed to be an aggressive, domineering, violent, selfish asshole, and it’s simply inevitable and incurable is patriarchal propaganda meant to excuse men’s violence (especially against women! ), and to convince women to blame themselves when men are violent against them, and any feminist who tries to repackage this view in their analysis of “biological sex” is what 11/10 experts call a sucker

and i can’t count the number of times i’ve seen “feminists” refer to “females” as being inherently weaker and more vulnerable to men as a result (which is why patriarchy exists according to them, so you got that fatalism too) and it’s like…transmisogynists really buy into this deeply misogynistic shit just to paint trans women as a threat while pretending it’s a radical stance, huh

hey guys check out my very serious new gender diagrams

the-gender-enigma:

the-gender-enigma:

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the-gender-enigma:

the-gender-enigma:

fig. 1: the gender diamond, centered on two axes, at a jaunty angle because i wanted it to be 

fig. 2: the gender prism, with the top and bottom binary faces and the four societal faces, and one more because it got messy

fig. 3: the gender dodecagon, which i think is a crime against graphic designers

fig. 4: we took some of your concerns into consideration and have reworked it into a fantasy map, because that is how the gender is, like the game of genders, haha 

fig. 5: the gender rabbits, we heard your concerns again and we decided to go for more of a symbolic gestalt representation of the manifestations of gender

so like what if i’m “only trans” because i’m “somewhat attracted to men” and “being in a straight relationship/dynamic makes me want 2 die” and i’m therefore “probably necessarily coming at this backward” because you’re “not supposed to causally link your gender identity to your social and intimate-relationship positioning/what your sexuality is”

unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond my control (a very enthusiastically gender-affirming waiter repeatedly addressing me by the name written on the takeout order i was picking up), i now have the strongest positive gender associations with……. my roommate’s name

bitterpunktrash:

bitterpunktrash:

I was actually kinda close to accidentally changing my name to my spouse’s dead name months before meeting them, which I’m pretty sure we all recognize as a plot of one of the best Transsexual Seinfeld episodes

George: We were hitting it off, and then she tells me her name. *pause*
Jerry: Well? What was it?
George: It was my dead name, Jerry!
Jerry: What are the chances?
George: What are the chances, Jerry?!?!

on some level part of the current self-presentation project is to acclimatize people to my existence as a neutral [and therefore, of course, inherently somewhat masculine-coded, but we’ll live] baseline; because i like being adorned or decorative or visually impressive, but it has to be as clearly deliberate unusual personalized and curated as possible, while still demonstrating my refined understated situation-appropriate and discerning taste. training people to view me as a masculine-neutral canvas onto which the feminine-decorative of makeup, jewelry, or sleek & unusual clothing can be attached is by far my preferred method of doing this. 

at times when i am driven by dysphoria (rather than convenience/practicality or physical difficulties, for instance) to dress in an unimpressive, messy, and unmarked (marked as young/unprofessional/careless) way, it is often because i am feeling that my whole body is instead, and coercively, this decorative dimorphic object. the voluntary choice to be visible is taken from me; i reclaim it through the medium of loose-fitting men’s clothing and haircuts in order to force other people to see the noninherently-gendered quality of my face and body.

of course there are inherent points of failure here: the inability to actually control how one is viewed; the lack of continuity/inability to create a long-term visual “arc” for all people one interacts with; being in too much (literal, physical) pain to not wear hoodies. i consider my end goal(s) here to be in service of the process rather than the other way around; the goal matters deeply, but it’s not necessarily an anticipated achievement.