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Happy Transgender Day of Visibility!🏳️‍⚧️

Also, to all of my fellow transfolks out there that need to hear it, especially given the bullshit happening in Texas and other parts the USA, you're valid and loved!! Keep standing high and proud, we'll fight this together!

Here's a helpful post full of resources and information to help our transgender friends. Stay safe out there!!

Taking a social media break, but I didn't want to miss Trans Day of Visibility. To anyone who needs to hear it, you're loved and valid. Don't let anyone else say otherwise ✨

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I wish all trans people a lovely day/night, and don’t let transphobes get you down! They don’t even know you! How are they supposed to know whether or not you are trans!?

uhhh modern au demon slayer oc or academy au

so uh, this is a drawing of my oc, their name is Nori Rengoku, the middle child of the Rengoku family, and their 16. they’re a trans gender man who used he/they pronouns, and he has SHIT luck with love. Literally shit. Nobody gives him chocolate on Valentine’s Day (except himself) and they basically gave up on love. Also he likes to draw and focus on criminal justice, and wants to be an activist or lawyer.

Bio ⬇️

Nori Rengoku

[16]

[He/They]

[AroAce] [Audhd and G.A.D (aka generalized anxiety disorder)]

[President of the GSA]

You ever look into the mirror and go ew

Cause honestly me all the time

I just see something that's not me, not ever going to be me. I know I'm never going to like that image in thr mirror until my chest is flat, I'm taller, I'm more muscular, I have facial hair, and I have a less feminine physique.

I don't think any of this is going to happen, so I don't think I'll ever like how I look.

I know everyone who ever sees me will see me as a girl. I see it in strangers when they talk to me. I see it when my family talks about me to others. I see it when friends accidentally misgender me. Like, I know they're trying, and they accept me, but it hurts to know they still unconsciously see me that way.

Idk

chat ima need yall to imagine somone

imagine a person, androgynous looking but if you had to choose, assuming youre thinking heteronormatively), see them as a guy and masculine

theyre black (very important when it comes to choosing my name tbh), nonbinary agender, usually has their afro (thats dyed blonde) out, will probably lock their hair soon

but they also love femininity, still dress feminine, and refers to themselves using the term “femboy”

whagt name do you vibe with for said person? thinking abt changing it bc my cousin makes fun of my current one a lot and my brother kinda makes fun of it

also, if you comment your own it needs to start with the letter s!! i dont want my initials to change lol

current preference is sage and soren tied for first and silas is in last place

explanations left to right

- a big hoodie i got from target

- when i first came out, by my now ex friends and ex bf. when i came out for a 2nd time, my now ex bsf

- i was told by a transmed that me not experiencing dysmorphia/dysphoria wasnt me being trans and i thought i was going through a phase lmao

- i typically dont think when i shower i just scrub

- only my mom, dad, cousin, and brother know

- i want long/medium hair lol

- i dont pass irl so im scared to

- i wish it was more masc 😭 and im trying to prevent the tboy gay voice but voice training is HARDDD i wish there was just a step by step guide

- only a little not too much

- yeah LOL

- easier to be out online

- im 5’1 💀 i wish i was taller but it doesnt cause me dysphoria. not rn at least. ill be a short king 💔

- free space

- when i was a kid 😭

- nope i’ve always been into men

- i really want these breasts GONE 💔

- who doesnt? lmaoo

- i use binding tape + a strapless bra to flatten my chest

- when i came out to my mom, she asked a lot of questions 😭 was uncomfortable bc its my mom 😭 she’s supportive just wanted to make sure about everything

- already starting it

- i quite like my thing down there LMAO

- ive never used that bf mainly bc i 1) never thought to 2) barely have socks already 😭

- i know damn well i dont pass but whenever i try to i look in the mirror and go “do i?”

- he/him+they/them 😎

- i have an appointment to start soon!!!!

I also did a trans one!! (Also to my friends yes I do talk about not liking my height but not because of being trans, I just wanna be the tallest person ever)

i have 6 face piercings, will probably get another (thinking about tongue)

i plan on getting like 6 more piercings on each ear

plan on getting shit ton of tattoos

biology (animal, plant, mushroom/fungi) lover

love makeup and fashion and pink

somewhat nsft mention: tboy to puppy boy

What's your queer stereotype?

I'll go first, I have stretched ears, face peircings, and tattoos.

im currently at the point of my transition where im happy and proud to be me

but i wish i physically matched who i wanted to be

i love my box braids and protective hairstyles in general, but i wish i could dye my hair and wear it naturally to help me look more masculine

i wish for nothing more than to finally start hrt (appointment with callen-horde on 4/10!)

i feel nothing towards my breasts. theyre just.. there. i dont feel sad or angry seeing them but they dont feel like me. like they shouldnt be there. but binding tape makes my cheat itchy and uncomfortable.

i just wished that people looked at me and went, “thats a guy”

the amount of hate i’ve experienced as a tman/tmasc is so shocking especially because a lot came from online queers and even other trans folk.

it disheartened me a lot seeing how trans men are treated online, ESPECIALLY by trans people and queers. we’re often forgotten, fetishized, have femininity forced on us, and are treated like villains for wanting to be / being men. even IN queer communities too!!

ive seen a post here on tumblr where someone was trying to vent in a trans discord server about how trans men are treated and usually ignored and erased and other trans people chimed in, telling him that its his fault because “of course he would be. no one wants to be around a masculine man”.

a trans woman (who used to act on the hate/undermined the hate and discrimination tmen/tmascs go through) once told me on reddit that it often comes from them being uncomfortable with masculinity as a whole so some of them would force it on us then blame us whenever we got upset over the way we’re treated.

i was once even told by a trans medicalist that i wasnt trans because i never experienced dysphoria before and i almost believed them since i didnt know much about trans stuff at the time!! if it werent for the people rightfully calling them out on it and telling me that i could instead have gender euphoria (which i do!!) and if it werent for them i wouldnt have realized that i was trans.

im lucky enough that i dont get much dysphoria or dysmorphia dressing fem still and actually love dressing that way! its just annoying how much its expected of us since we “were women at some point”. we’re fetishized in stereotypically feminine ways (ie: ftm porn often has us bottoming or doing more “fem” roles)

but then again, all this hate towards tmen/tmascs came from twitter and a subreddit thats well known for hating non binary tmen so LMAO dont know what i expected

Can we take a moment to think about the younger trans men and mascs on tumblr right now?

I was a teenager when ace and transmed discourses were at their peaks, and I can’t exaggerate how badly it affected me then.

Now trans men are the latest target, and I’m terrified for trans kids.

It’s easy to say “intracommunity discourse is an online problem! Go talk to queer people irl!”, but people forget that so many kids and teenagers do not have safe or reliable access to IRL LGBT+ communities and support groups. For many, online spaces are the only option.

We need to make sure the younger members of our community are being heard, and block out the hateful voices with messages of support and encouragement. Things are bad enough for trans people right now, and it's easy to forget that trans minors are often the ones suffering the most.

To any younger trans men or transmasculine people reading this:

The hate you are experiencing isn’t normal, it hasn’t always been like this, and it won’t always be this way. It is bleeding out from a small, miserable group of self-absorbed jerks.

Don’t feel obligated to call them out, don’t feel like you have to interact with these people. Please don’t doomscroll through discourse tags; it will make you feel like everyone is out to get you.

If you want to speak up for your community, that’s fine, but please take a break if you feel like your mental health is worsening. Block anybody who so much as breathes rudely in your direction.

You’re just as trans as the rest of us. You are welcome here.

Oh, and if you want to seek out external resources and groups, PFLAG helped me a lot when I was younger. It is an American-based organization, however, so if anyone has recommendations for those living outside of the US, please let me know in the reblogs!

I’m ace, aro and tired

Reblog if you are also LGBT+ and tired

DONT LIKE, REBLOG

so people who do this may see it.

The growing problem of "they" for trans people

Something I've noticed growing more common in my life recently has been people using exclusively "they" when referring to binary trans people who don't use "they"

Why is this a problem?

Using "they" when referring to someone when you don't know is seen as "better" in a lot of spaces now, which I can agree with as you don't know what their actual pronouns are. The problem I've noticed is that when meeting a trans person, a lot of people seem to default to "they" even after being told what pronouns they actually prefer. This can be for a lot of reasons, but the most common ones I hear are "I didn't want to assume" and "its not misgendering, they is neutral!"

Example situation

Person A meets person B, a trans woman. A doesn't know B's pronouns and so refers to B as "they." B corrects A, saying she prefers "she," but A continues to say "they" because its gender neutral. However, A does not do the same to cis women.

Do you see the problem now?

The use of exclusively "they" on trans people but not cis people, no matter your excuse, shows that you don't really see them as what they identify as and is quite transphobic since you're literally ignoring their identity and not seeing them as how they want to be seen.

"Okay, what should I do?"

Simple, just ask them their pronouns and then ACTUALLY USE THEM!! If he says he, DONT USE EXCLUSIVELY THEY! If she says she, DONT USE EXCLUSIVELY THEY! If they say they, well. yeah, use they, obviously. If xe say neopronouns and you don't know how to use those, just ask! If any part of someone's identity confuses you, just fucking ask them instead of assuming, for the love of god, and once they tell you, don't ignore what they said.

That's all. Just please stop calling people who don't use "they" by that.

Edit:

I got this comment and thought I should clarify and add on some MORE things you should avoid doing now that this post has aged a bit, and I've had more time to think!

Please do not attack this person, i dont think they meant it in any bad way

Clarification on the term 'misgendering'

While yes, 'gender' does not directly tell you someones pronouns or what terms they're comfortable with, but misgendering doesn't only mean calling a man a woman or a woman a man. Misgendering is usually thought to only mean using a trans person's assigned sexs' pronouns or deadnaming, but it's actually more than just that, it includes what terms you use for them, how you group them, and what societal expectations you put onto them based on their assigned sex, not just their gender.

Other things you should avoid

* Obviously, these won't apply to every situation. These are just general rules to follow UNTIL YOU KNOW THE PERSON. Once they tell you what they're comfortable with, then do what they ask, not what some random tumblr post says

Calling all gender non-conforming people 'it'

Deadnaming, obviously

Using gendered pronouns for a non-conforming person

Arguing with someone over the validity of their identity

Automatically introducing someone as trans

Assuming someone is out to other family or friends

Using incorrectly gendered terms, including when referring to a group

Exclusively using gender neutral terms/compliments

Edit 2:

TLDR: Don't say, "But some people use it/its!" and read the paragraph directly above the numbered list.

Stop telling me that some people use it/its, I already know this. I used it/its at one point, and many of my friends do. As i said in the paragraph litrrally directly before, these won't apply to every situation!! Please stop trying to correct me when I already said that it's not going to be universal and to follow the person's wishes once you know them. Its making me feel like a bad person despite the fact i started it with that clarification. It's literally in the paragraph directly above your complaint. I was referring to people who use it/its exclusively when referring to gender non-conforming people who don't use it/its, instead of the persons actual pronouns. Just read.

all I want right now is to be handsome skinny boy. is that to much to ask?

I am a Girl

By FrogEatsEverything

I gaze up at the midnight sky, the look of the stars and the patterns they make, allow my soul to mellow out.

For once in my life I feel free, like there is no one to see me cry or laugh or curse up a storm. So here I stay so I can mourn.

Mourn what I do not know.

The sound of nature calms my nerves, my body relaxing on its own, as I am content with staying away from home.

I open my eyes, not noticing when they close, but I am obviously unaware.

My hand sank into the grass, twitching with every touch of blade. But I don’t mind, as long as I can let my heavy burden slip off my shoulders.

I’m glad I am at peace, for there is no need to carry my guilt.

I am free, yet I’m still trapped and can’t find the key.

Even when I run away from the nightmare that is my everyday terror, I know I cannot stay here forever.

I can already feel the pull on my body, trying to drag me through the ground.

Exposing me to the dangers that I must face.

Tears fell down my face, the once peaceful silence now shuddered.

The moon crumbles, I no longer feel the grass with my hand, I can no longer see this blissful land.

The black dots that seep into my vision cause panic to swell in my throat.

My chest tightens as the stars turns into eyes, staring down at me.

Their gaze burns my skin, I clenched my eyes close.

My fingernails dip into the delicate skin of my palms.

Teeth clenched to force back sobs, my remaining hand coming to guard my mouth.

My body violently shudders, my form trembling yet there’s no movement on the ground.

I continue to try to control my cries, pressure wrapping itself on my limbs. Tugging me as if I was a puppet.

The puppeteer controls my strings, forcing me to act normal, I can’t let them know.

I can’t let them know

I can’t let them know

I Can’t Let Them Know!

The voices tell me, arguing with each other on how I should react.

I’m tired of staying quiet, I open my mouth and let out a scream.

Only, there was no noise that came from my throat, not a single peep.

The voices were dead silent…

I lifted my head, my eyes opening as the shadows of my room crawled on top of me.

I find slight comfort and despair that I am back home, glad that my puppeteer loosely held onto me.

They were just that, strings, not the chain that used to hold me down.

I feel tired, a wave of empty exhaustion slamming into my body.

I drop my head back onto my pillows, looking through my scattered thoughts.

How did I get here?

Why was I in my room?

Why am I crying?

I question, lifting up a hand to rub at my face.

I put my hand back down, pulling it to my chest as paranoia strikes itself into my brain.

I look around my room one more time, freezing when I spot a mirror hanging on my door.

I shift on my bed, eyes widening as I look at the person the mirror projects.

It was a stranger, I was sure of it.

It had brown bloodshot eyes and short blue hair.

No that was not what made me think that this was an imposter, no it was the empty shine in their eyes.

Eyes that were supposed to show joy and happiness.

Shine as the brown hues sparkle with life.

This wasn’t me, it was just a default mode that I can change into.

That’s right, I’m still alive, I should be happy!

A small smile forced its way on my lips, eyes straining with the effort to look normal.

There, much better, I thought.

There in that moment was someone who wasn’t lonely and dying inside.

There was the perfect image of a person that a mother would be proud to call her daughter.

Daughter

That’s right she is a girl, her name doesn’t come to her, a twisted ugly sensation filled her gut at the thought.

She was a girl, she had to be one, her mom said so, and parents are always right.

But it didn’t feel right.

And as I look in my reflection, I wonder if that person in the cracked shiny glass was me.

That I wasn’t okay, that I didn’t want to be a girl, that I felt suffocated being in the same house as that person who I was supposed to call mother.

Before I could figure out what was so wrong with me being a girl, the stars that I dreamed of popped into my head.

The wicked shine of their light bearing down on me.

No I couldn’t tell anyone, no one would listen, no one would care.

It didn’t matter what I felt, as long as I was the perfect daughter.

I fall back into bed, pulling the covers over my head.

I couldn’t continue to stare at that mirror, I didn’t want to know who was in that reflecting surface.

Because I don’t want to know who I am, for I will never be free.

I will never be able to cut my hair short, to do sports or even try to be someone I’m not supposed to be.

I am a girl.

I will never look at the star and feel free, not with their eyes judging her every decision.

I will continue to be this girl, the one who is happy.

The unhappy me has to disappear, for it is not real.

I am free, yet I am trapped inside of my mind. There will be no mistakes. For I am a

Girl.

So I really need help-

Hey everyone! Uh, so I'm going to explain a little about what's up-

I'm a trans guy, and for the last year I've been trying to get top surgery! And I finally have a date for it! [Jan 7th!!!] but I live with my stepdad whos really emotionally abusive and manipulative- He takes 1/3 of my paycheck a month as "rent" even though I'm only 18 and just got a full time job. I'm also disabled [the bones in my feet are crooked so it sort of messes me up] which it makes it hard for me to work more than I am, which I'm trying to do. I'm trying to move out after top surgery but between top surgery and my "rent", I don't know if I'll be able to move out.

I have a Gofundme if everyone could please please please share or donate!! I do writing comissions if you want to request something on my writing blog!! Please I really feel guilty asking for money like this, but I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't urgent!

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If you please please please could repost, I really hate asking for money but I don't know what to do anymore. If you'd like to request something in exchange for boosting or donating pls pls feel like you can- @froggy-frogz is where I take writing comms. Again thank you so so so much.

Ajudieb guys my dad's come to terms with me being trans and like confirmed ot to my face and he's like actually supportive ish now, he was talking about stuff and he said to me that he can understand me feeling and being a boy sjsldhkdhddudjd

They really don't be lying about the post haircut euphoria bskshdjd I feel masc for once:))

I wrote a story thing?

Anyways it's about me being trans and what it's like / has been like - only the positives because I couldn't be bothered to add all my issues into it anyway it's under the cut it anyone wants to read it. It's quite long so I'm sorry about that If anyone does want to.

The wrong body.

The day was young, as was I. I never felt the same as everyone else, like I was an alien in disguise. Pretending to be someone I wasn't. Growing up forced into wearing dresses and skirts and doing 'girly' things just like every other girl my age. Except I hated it every little bit, I wasn't a girl but I wasnt fully aware of it yet, it never felt like truly me. I didn't properly know who I was. I felt so lost amongst other girls my age. I was so different compared to everyone, nobody felt the same way as I did nobody even understood not even myself. Whenever I played with my friends on that school playground no matter what I had to play the male character in it. Nobody realised why again I was so clueless.

I grew older day by day, still so confused on why I was feeling this way, why I wasn't like the other girls my age, why I didn't enjoy dressing like a girl, why I didn't like girly things. I started pretending to like everything everyone around me liked because I didn't know what else to do. Forcing myself to be someone I wasn't but I wasn't aware that it wasn't me. For years I hid who I was because I just didn't know. I didn't know what was 'wrong' with me.

Slowly I started to dress slightly more masculine. Always in hoodies and jeans. Only thing I felt slightly better in. Everyone around me dismissed it so I did too. In everyone's eyes I was just a tomboy and that it was a little phase that would only last a month or so, I believed that too because that was what everyone was saying. It felt so right being in more masculine clothing but I didn't think anything of it. It was like that for ages. Until everything started to feel wrong. Like there was something different about me and everything about me was wrong, especially my body.

After time I started to figure out that I wasn't like all the other girls my age, at all. I was so far from like them. I was the odd one out. All my friends loved everything remotely feminine, and then there's me repulsed by it all. I didn't understand why I was feeling this way. Everything started to change. I still had my long hair but always covering it with caps, occasionally using my ponytail to make it look like i had a frount fringe then wearing a cap to make it look like I had short 'boyish' hair. I wanted to look more like a boy but couldn't figure out why. Was there something wrong with me? I didnt know.

It all started progressively making more sense. I started showing a close friend at the time that I would make it so my hair looked like a boy and went by the name Sam when we where playing at our break and lunchtimes. It felt almost freeing. But everyone thought I was weird because of it. I always hid myself away from people because I was constantly judged for it, I was only young. But everything started to feel so wrong. Like I wasn't supposed to be born a girl, I started to ponder perhaps I was supposed to be a boy since I felt so much happier presenting as one.

I still wasnt sure, I didn't understand anything. Until I gained a small understanding. It fit me so well, described me perfectly. I figured out I was transgender. I was ment to be a boy all along. I didn't tell anyone for awhile because I was terrified for their reactions and how everyone would see me. I hid the real me away from everyone. I wasn't sure what to do or why I felt that way. I always thought you had to be either a girl or a boy but clearly not.

There's so much more to just being a girl or a boy.

After years of hiding away from everyone, I finally built the courage up to come out as transgender to my friends and family. After the long awaited time of not feeling like me. I started to explore names and pronouns. It felt like me. I got my first gender affirming hair cut. It felt so amazing, like I was letting the real me show himself after hiding behind a mask the whole time. I landed on the name Kai not long after looking at names that might suit me. Kai. I loved that name. It felt like my true self. I started going by They/them pronouns at first, but slowly changed them to he/they and then finally what they are now, He/him. Over the past 3+ years I've started to discover who I really am. And who I have always been, it was just buried underneath for awhile.

Everything is so different now. Everyone in school knows me as Kai and it's amazing. It feels so peaceful being known as Kai. I may not have many friends, if any at all but that's fine. I don't need them. I finally learnt who I really am. Even though I still feel like I'm in the wrong body I'm slightly happier to be presenting and passing as a male. Just the other day I was asked if I was my little sisters older brother which I got to reply yes too because I am her older brother and I always have been even if I didn't understand that at first. I hate the way my body looks because I feel it still looks so feminine but some days are better than others and hopefully soon I can fulfil my dreams of medically transitioning, also considering I'm ** next year... Crazy right?

After years of thinking there was something wrong with me, I came to the realisation there isn't anything 'wrong' with me I was just born in the wrong body and now I am slowly changing that step by step so it becomes the correct body. My body. My true self. The person I have always been. Kai Pritchard, that is me.

I wish I was an already established male character so I can be as fem as I want but the narrative will never refer to me as anything other than he/him

Hiccup is Demisexual,

Jack is Trans and Pansexual,

I rest my case.

one time i was in an olive garden bathroom and my packer fell out of my shorts and this ten year old boy just looked at me with absolute terror and without thinking i said "that's what happens when you don't eat your vegetables" later i saw him eating salad at a speed no human should be capable of