Being trans is a gem of an experience.
What sucks is how needlessly bloated full of shame the experience is.
Society currently seems willing to interact with trans people only on society’s demoralizing terms. We’ll be halfheartedly tolerated as long as we perform as penitents. There’s always a creeping threat, even behind a lot of the help we get: “Show us your pain, or we’ll drop you back in the deep end”.
As long as we suffer, and center our suffering in our narrative. As long as we accept that suffering as inevitable, so cis people can feel magnanimous in helping us a little and forgetting again.
And we’re supposed to forget, too. We’re supposed to quietly get transition over with, get it behind us, hide any essential differentness that we’ve discovered, and go back to hiding in plain sight as soon as we can–just in another box. We’re supposed to be embarrassed.
Anybody mind if I laugh at this and reject it? To stand there and say, I’m right between genders, and I like it here. I like my chest hair and glitter nail polish. I like doing my shot, because I’m a kinky motherfucker, and with music and incense it’s a sweet little ceremony.
Societal acceptance that hinges on shame, self-minimization, and humble crumb-scraping is blackmail, and it’s abusive. Trans people have the right to love this process, and bring its unique joys to the table as well as their grievances.
This isn’t about being stealth if you want to be. It’s about silence and meekness as a prerequisite for safety, and about having what could be an inner revolution hijacked and steered back towards self-hatred.
What sort of sick system holds “passing” as the only real goal, demanding the eradication of all traces of the “wrong” gender, even if they’re part of who you truly are?
Imagine if being trans didn’t equal suffering or strain. If there were balms for the pain people already felt, but no obligation to keep hurting just to be taken seriously, or to carve off parts of your soul to fit a dying narrative.
Imagine a world where trans people are understood, accepted, and valued as precious perspective-checks against social rigidity and hierarchical thinking. Imagine if trans people were seen as what they are, the embodiments of possibility and authenticity.
Imagine if hormones were readily available, surgery was respected and well-subsidized, and trans people who didn’t want either were just as welcomed to the table.
Imagine if being transgender were a pleasure, or an adventure, or an insightful social role.
And lifelong experimentation were every person’s right, not just trans folks.
I’m not asking for a debate on how “likely” this is to ever come to pass. I’m just stating what I see as the options–either we hold out for better terms now, or we shrug our shoulders, submit to bigots, and kick the problem down the road for the next generation of transgender people to pick up.