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are you autistic and gay?

lesbian and autistic perhaps?

an autistic pan or bisexual?

asexual and autistic?

trans or non binary and autistic?

any autistic member of the LGBTQ+ community?

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men in queer spaces do not have to be feminine in order to be seen as "acceptable" or a part of the space.

This is the first in a series or Trans Stories I'm Willing To Share With The Internet, but it's about the first times I started to figure out I might be Trans!

When i was a young child, we used to have these neighbors that lived down the street. I tried being friends with the youngest of their family, who was still a few years older than me.

One day, we were sitting in the Den (like a livingroom that's one step lower than the rest of the house)(also maybe reffered to as a man cave)(I don't care) and I turned to the boy and asked

"Hey, if you didn't know i was a girl, would you be able to tell?"

I had started noticing that i had more "masculine" facial features (thicker eyebrows, broad shoulders, square face shape, my dad's big nose/forehead, ect.) At the time I was a little self conscious about this, but that didn't help the pang of hurt I felt when it was confirmed that I still looked "feminine"

Of course, he said "obviously," and we moved on, but for "some reason", I was deeply disappointed by this

This is just one of many dozens of stories I have like this

When I was even younger, i tried walking around the house Shirtless. No traing bra, no shirt, no bathing suit, nothing! I hadn't gone through any puberty, but that didn't stop my Dad and Brother from yelling at me! My argument was that they walked around shirtless all the time, why couldn't I? It's hot, let me take off my shirt too!

Nope! No, no, no. My mom had to quickly explain there's a difference between boys and girls and that I can't be shirtless, even around my family...

When i was in middle school (early teenage years for non Americans) I would dress more masculinly to "scare off anyone looking at my baby sibling" because I wanted to be a protective older brother

When I hit highschool, during the pandemic, I started experimenting with my hair and my freedom of expression. I buzzed it off at the beginning of lockdown so I could dye cool patterns into it, and as it grew out I kept the sides shaved and grew a mowhawk, dyed red ofc. But I had to attend classes again, with red liberty spikes, a black face mask, and new confidence. People in the hallways called me the "mowhawk guy". I wasn't even thinking about my gender identity at the time, yet I always felt this bubble of giddiness every time I heard about the "mowhawk guy" from my friends.

Maybe I was being made fun of, who knows, it made me happy

I've been mistaken for a man from behind, especially when I had shorter haircuts, and any time I heard someone call out "sir!" When trying to get my attention! I would live off of that high for weeks, if not months!

I started going by He Pronouns almost 2 years ago, but i told myself I was Genderfluid. I kind of used this as a crutch, so I didn't have to correct anyone...but I always have a secret preference for Masc Pronouns.

I've always shopped in men's clothing, the loose shirts didn't have corny slogans on them, the shirts weren't cropped, the jeans didn't hug anything, I liked the styles of old band tees and flannels...

Anyway, those are the times that stick out in my mind as the first few times I experienced Gender Dysphoria and Euphoria! Thank you for reading my ramblings, and if you have any stories of your own, please reblog and share! I love hearing about others experiences!

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Trans Tips #11!

Try to get some sort of Gender Affriming Gear if it's safe for you to!

I've always wanted things like binders and boxers, but but I was gender fluid and making entirely too many excuses for why I "didn't need it"

GET IT

I have been out for about 3 months now as a full trans guy, but I've presented masculinely for the last few years

As of this year (2025) my fiance has been gifting me more trans affirming items. They got me FNAF boxers that just feel great, and a packer (boxers with a bulge) and we are looking into safe binders together to pick out the best ones for me

The point is that I LOVE all of this! I love my packer, I love sitting/standing in ways that show it off, and I love the weight and feel of it! Sure I felt silly at first because it's a little silly looking but I've gotten so much more confident with it! Even if you can't wear a packer, boxers were my first step and they also felt amazing! Something about them is just so gender affirming!

Right now I just wear sports bras but it still works to somewhat flatten my chest. And I love that!

The point is to stop making excuses, obviously if your living in an unsafe environment is understand if you can't but if you can! Then it's just a game changer!

You don't need to be "more masc" or more fucking anything to wear what makes you more comfortable!

I love my packer, I love my sports bra, I love my boxers, I love my cargo pants, I love my body and my skin and what I'm willing to do to feel comfortable in it day-to-day is spend a couple dollars here and there to get gender affirming gear!

What are you willing to do to feel comfortable in your skin today?

I hope 2025 is the year we finally stop tolerating exorsexism in the trans community

I love bring able to see tras people grown up, I love seeing adult trans people, I love knowing we've been here forever, and we're still here

I love knowing there's a place for me in the world, that I'm not going to grow out of this, that you didn't and neither will I.

I love this, I love you

The evolution of (trans) man.

(Well, this one, anyway.)

Age 9: "Tomboy"

Age 15: Strictly enforced femininity

Age 30: Hitting the mental limits of being closeted all his life and about to crash HARD

Age 47: Fifteen years now since starting transition. Far more good days than bad, no regrets.

The world may be full of uncertainty and danger, but I resolve to continue to find joy in who I am. Be joyful to be kind to yourself and be joyful to spite the bastards who would tear us apart.

My first bit of Trans advice is to get some sort of insurance, I get free insurance for being a college student but you will need insurance if you want hormones.

I went to medical insurance .gov and filled out a form and they reached out with different plans, one being free for students.