Like ultimately I get it. When you’re told you’re a man in a dress you’re going to want to distance yourself from men in dresses. When you’re told you’re a confused girl, it’s tempting to dedicate to proving how you’re nothing like a girl.
I came out and my parents made me promise I’d never change my mind about my identity. I swore off anything that was like my AGAB. I was dedicated to running as fast as I could to the “opposite” gender.
All it did was make it 100x harder to realize I was genderfluid.
How could I miss features and traits and behaviors that were from my AGAB? How could I want to experiment again? What is drag? Is it dressing like my AGAB which makes me uncomfortable…or wait…does it? Is it dressing like the gender I transitioned to but exaggerated? But wait…I already exaggerated dressing like this gender in a desperate attempt to run from my AGAB? Does the parody of this gender make me NOT this gender?
I ran as fast as I could to the opposite wall and bounced off, then upon turning around and seeing an entire room I could move about freely, I got stuck terrified about which wall I was meant to hug.
It made me isolate people I could have connected with. “Transfemme” but you proudly look like a man, are you even trying? “Transmasc” but you wear a dress still? Now they’re gonna think every transmasc should be in a dress!
It makes you enemies with the people in the same boat as you, it makes you enemies with yourself!
“Now that I’m a trans man I can’t hug my friends anymore” “Now that I’m a trans woman, if I wanna retain my boy hobbies I have to do it in a girly way”
THESE RULES ARE MADE UP!!
These rules are self-enforced prisons. Community-enforced prisons.
Women with beards are freedom. Men in skirts are freedom.
Not just freedom to be one of them too but freedom to say “okay if I change my mind that’s okay” or “I’m allowed to keep parts I liked without discarding them to fit.”
Kill the gender cop in your head. I promise you that finding community with the freaks and the weirdos will be a longer lasting source of joy than casting off parts of yourself you like to gain acceptance in a space whose love is conditional.