“Identity” is the problem of terminology. I think it is always the same, but its manifestations, our ideas of it change in our consciousness. Attempts at identifying self (also as a man), before realizing self as womon, I identify with a saw that can’t fall in the right layout. It can cut deep in the wrong place, shake chaotically on wood, but when it falls into the right place - it cannot be changed. It can fall out, start shaking again, fall into the old wrong place, but the carpentress already knows the right place and will never be able to get it out of her head.
I’ve realized it (that I am womon) when I was 21 and what? Of course I regret that I couldn’t start the therapy before puberty, that my body, my face and my voice were mutilated. It doesn’t mean that I’ve become something else. It means that I revalued and defined in a new way who I always was. Always.
I underline it.
The fact that i defined myself in a different way for some (long) time means nothing.
Does the nature of a sunrise changes because of how we call it: the movement of the Ra and his retinue’s boat, or the movement of planet earth around the sun and its axis? It doesn’t change the nature of a sunrise in any way.
I define as womyn, as mtf (that were womyn all their life) anybody, who was assigned male at birth, but challenged it (in a way, that doesn’t mean the destruction of gender - postgenderism and so on). That’s all.
They can call it anyway they want, describe it anyway they want, say that they were men, that they stay men, drivel any kind of nonsense, but it won’t change the fact that something in their personalities, in their consciousness brought them to the redefitinion of the gender assigned to them. That’s all. Period.
How I define, whether a person is a womon, mtf? If she asks herself “am I a womon after all?” - she is a womon. That’s all, nothing else is needed, no analysis is needed, no classification. You think you’re a womon? You are. You’ve always been.