What if I told you guys that even as a trans guy, I don’t wear my binder during sex? That I sometimes skipped binding on hot days because I overheat easily and could literally die. That I am okay being topless in front of my close friends. AND HO GET READY FOR THE BIG ONE. That I still cosplay female characters even after coming out.
Does that make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry, but that’s my life.
Saying that trans guy has to be dysphoric 24/7 in order to be considered valid is just as bad as when cis people say that you have to try and pass or you have to get top/bottom surgery. Both are equally unwarranted and disgusting. It also once again gives into the sexism against ftm who constantly have to prove themselves because god forbid they do anything slightly feminine (like let’s say, pose sexily in women’s clothing, binder or not) and are suddenly thrown under the bus for “not being real men”.
Wanna know what gives me dysphoria? When you guys call me lazy because I chose to skip binding on a hot day. When you guys think it’s weird and “kinda gross” that I still will put on the female cosplays. When you guys tell me maybe I would pass more if I didn’t have colored hair, wore makeup, or constantly showed off my curves.
You don’t get to dictate our lives or how we feel. As for my fellow trans men who do struggle with dysphoria and don’t like seeing these kinds of behaviors those like me, YOU can surround yourself with the things YOU need to get by, just as I and other trans guys will do. Unfollow, block, ask for content to be tagged, have a discussion instead of a screaming contest, IT REALLY ISN’T THAT HARD.
But sure, just keep ruining someone’s life by threatening their career, misgendering them and sending them death threats that’s cool
Listen we can debate character flaws and justifications all we like but an undeniable, objective fact is that Severus Snape is a god awful teacher, fails utterly as an educator, and never should have been allowed to be responsible for children.
She’s on her third pass with the broom in her bedroom when the phone rings. Leaning the broom against the wall, she grimaces at the sound of yet another missed piece of glass crunching underfoot on her way to pick up the receiver.
“Hey, Scully, it’s me. Pack a bag. We’ve got a flight out of Dulles in two hours.”
“Whoa, whoa, what? Mulder… you said you were just running by the office to check on a few things.”
“I did. And we’ve got a case. A really interesting one.”
She closes her eyes, sighing through her nose. “Mulder, I was really hoping to make some progress on my apartment today.”
“Did I mention it’s a really interesting case?”
Ordinarily, she might welcome the opportunity to be distracted by work, but the longer it takes to clean up the mess left behind by Donnie Pfaster’s attack, the longer it will be before she can start leaving the psychological mess behind as well.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to handle this one on your own.”
“Well… I already got two plane tickets. But I guess, if you really don’t wanna come along…” She knows the hurt in his voice is mostly just an act.
She sighs again. “Fine. I’ll go. But you have to promise to help me clean here when we get back. For real, this time.”
He’d driven her over this morning and helped for about ten minutes before deciding he should go check in at the office “real fast.” That was three hours ago.
“Hey, I was gonna come back. But then this case–”
“I know, I know. It’s fine, Mulder, just… when the case is over–”
“We’ll get it done. I promise.”
She nods, even though he obviously can’t see her through the phone, then glances over toward her closet, wondering how much she’s going to have to pack for a trip in January. “And where, may I ask, is this case taking us?”
“The City of Angels.” She can hear the smirk in his voice, and she shakes her head, grinning just the tiniest bit.
Great. At least she can leave the heavy coat at home.