“After I was born, I was the subject of a 45-minute dissertation at Columbia University. Almost all of my organs were born externally, and had to be sewn into my body. I don’t have a belly button– only a scar where my feeding tube used to be. My mother even tells me that she wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to stand, eat, or drink. But now I can rollerblade. I can do a handstand on my crutches. I’ve got a core group of friends, a girlfriend, a college degree, and I’m helping to manage a radio station at the age of 23.”
“And you’ve said you’re neither one gender nor the other, too.”
“I feel like I’m neither, yeah. Well, if I had to choose it would be a boy, a guy. I feel like I’m a boy, but I don’t feel like I should’ve been born with different parts of my body or anything like that. I feel like it’s just all in how I dress and how I talk and how I look and feel, and that makes me happy.” -Ruby Rose
Are labels to identify? - Or are labels to conform?
I will always be disappointed about the personal decisions of my life that were made for me by other people. I won’t talk about them because they are personal and should be left that way.
From the moment I was born, someone else has been labeling me.
Labeling my mind.
Labeling my body.
Labeling my spirit.
Society labeling your character, sexual preference and stereotyping who you are, or at least who society thinks you should be based on your genitalia.
Doctor’s performing surgical procedures on intersex babies to conform their bodies to fit into the social construct of gender. Doctors should not even consider surgery unless it relates to a REAL health issue for the baby. But 9 out of 10 times it has NOTHING to do with the health of the child, and everything to do with the pressure of society to prolong the social construct of gender.
That’s just ONE of many examples of how our lives are narrowed and conformed from the very moment we are born.
Quite literally before I knew enough to speak, there were people making decisions about my life that were not theirs to make.
But that’s because I got older and realized how wrong it was. I dream of a world where other people don’t have to go through what I went through to figure out I was denied the opportunity to make very personal decisions about my life.
But everyday this happens to someone else.
A new born child stripped of the chance at making these PERSONAL decisions for themselves when they get older.
I don’t understand posts that are like “lol glad I’m not cis being trans rockz!” because like
I would love to be cis???
Like it’d be great not to have disphoria and hate my body??
Being born a cis male would have been amazing??
What the fuck about being trans do you love???
And of course these are also the people who say they can “choose to be trans” because who would want to be a “boring cisgender” like
That entire mindset is disgusting
Dysphoria is strange
One day it’s as small as a pebble
A small frustration with long hair or tight jeans
The next it’s a knife
cutting up every bit of you
until you feel like nothing
It destroys every aspect of self worth you have
Until you are a puddle of your own blood and tears
Then like a light switch
You’re back to being disgruntled over the shape of your face
And you wonder if your gender is even real at all
Dysphoria is strange, or the pain that never really leaves