Yo I’m Alexander! And well today is trans day of visibility so I thought I would post a couple of pictures, even though im barely a week on T I feel a lot better now than how I did before. I’m so happy to be out as trans, I’m still trying to deal with my anxiety and depression but I’m so excited to begin this journey and finally be comfortable with myself.
Oh and a shoutout to scumbugg you are an inspiration and I’m really glad I found your blog you’ve given me a lot of courage and I thank you for that! Plus your chest looks amazing and I’m so happy for you!
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Happy Trans day of visibility! I’m a Trans boy playwright and actor. But guess what! I do drag! I hypermasculinize and overfemme! gender is my plaything! I LOVE the word faggot because it makes me feel like I’m reclaiming something. I have many hurtles to overcome but I hope to pave the way so it’s easier for others.
I’ll hopefully be starting T this year!
STAY STRONG ALL. CELEBRATE FOR THOSE WHO DIDNT MAKE IT.
I already posted for trans* day of visibility, but looking through old photos made me think of how far I’ve come and how far I still have to go. The first picture you see is this scared 15 year old girl named Cheyenne. The last picture you see is a confident 16 year old boy named Caden. I’ve grown and changed a lot in a year. The first picture is exactly a year ago today. Throughout this year there have been so many people that have helped me grow and become the man I now am. Starting my transition was rocky but it is the best thing I’ve ever done. I can’t wait to one day feel completely comfortable in my body.
Transgender visibility day, aaaannnd I’m having one of the worst bouts of dysphoria I’ve had in a long time. Like really worst timing :( I have so much to be proud of. Testosterone since September 2010. Post op chest may of 2011. Post op hysterectomy March of 2015. Hopefully I’ll be able to work up the courage to post selfies in a bit.
Once, in my early teens, I found myself glued to a documentary about transgender men. It was the first time I could recall seeing anything portraying a living, breathing, moving person who was transitioning from female to male. I was entirely enthralled. Prior to this, I don’t believe I ever came across any information about transmen except for maybe an excerpt in Cosmo girl when I was a younger. Yet here, on my mother’s TV screen, were people… people like me…. being followed by cameras. Here was a man in college venturing upon the first steps of his transition. Here was a young person debuting the true person deep within in. Here was a young man receiving guidance by an older man who also transitioned. This moment was so exciting. I could feel my heart beating during the entire hour or so documentary. “This person is me,” I said quietly to myself, “this person is me.”
My mother also happened to be in the same room. While she was preoccupied with some personal work, every now and then she caught glimpses of the film. She didn’t make many comments, but her presence affected me. My feeling of excitement was coupled with fear of abandonment. My thoughts drifted off into my imagination. I visualized my future, and it wasn’t pretty. I envisioned that one day, I’d finally reveal to my mom and my brother that I in my head, I felt I was a man, and when I did, I’d be abandoned. These fears were roused by some of the negative comments my mother typically made about gays and lesbians. Having already been out as a lesbian to her, she made it clear that she wouldn’t accept certain “things” about my “lifestyle.”
If my mother couldn’t accept me being a lesbian, I had no doubt she would ever tolerate or even acknowledge me if I revealed I was trans*. I felt I had only two options. I composed a plan where after I graduated from college, I’d disappear. I’d then transition. I thought perhaps I’d contact my brother, but knew in the back of my head my I could never contact my mother again. She’d be heartbroken, possibly because she’d think I died, but, in my mind, she’d be even more devastated if she saw that I was actually he. The idea of this brought me much anguish and for many years, I found myself in a depressive state. During this period I deeply considered (and eventually attempted) to take my own life. The pain of disappointing my mother, whom I cherished and loved, was palpable. I deemed that suicide was the most logical means of eliminating my pain, and reasoned that my mother would prefer a dead daughter over an embarrassing “freak.”
I my eyes could feast upon the person I am today, teenage me probably wouldn’t believe it. I have transitioned. I am transitioned. I have never been happier. While my mother’s transition hasn’t been the easiest, it has been far better than younger me could have ever conceived. She still loves me. I wish I could go back in time to tell younger Devin that everything will be quite ok. Life is not perfect, but it is worth living. I’m glad my attempt to remove myself from this universe failed. I’m also glad I chose to stand up against my fears, and come out to my mother.
Today is Transgender Day of Visibility. It is important that transgender people are given proper exposure, so others can learn that trans * people are …. People. Positive exposure is education and education is key to eradicating transphobia. But visibility doesn’t only benefit non-trans people. Our stories are what keep the children alive. So please, continue writing your stories, please continue showing your smiling faces, please continue living, breathing, and being. Your visibility can save a life, just by being you.