Monday, March 2, 2015

The Terrible Person I've Become.

Three weeks ago, I went insane. Literally lost myself in the downward spiral that has been my life for a while. I watched as I was this mean, irrational, and harsh person. The repercussions; they hurt the most.

I watched as I poured out so much anger on one person, that she doesn't want to talk to me anymore. I can't express how much pain flows through my heart at this moment. The one person I care about more than anyone. Yet, I abused our friendship to a breaking point.

I've been having a hard time dealing with my new life. When I say new life, I mean life with POTS. It's been nothing more than loss, after loss, after loss. It makes me so bitter and crazed. I am forced to sit around and watch as everything I have worked for. It's ripped from my hands. I see nothing positive in sight, and every time I do. It falls through.

My friends have been amazing. The ones who have stayed that is. Many of my friends, seemingly after months of talking to me. Just dropped off the planet. They make me feel as though every thing I have finished for them. It means basically nothing. It makes me feel like I'm useless. Therefore, since I cannot contribute to their lives. I'm not worthy of being around.

I took that all out on one person. The one person whose been there for me more than anyone. Whom has finished so much for me. Taking the trash out, cleaning my home, and making sure I have what I need. She cared so much for me. I squandered it.

I blew up on her. The night before I did. I tried to commit suicide. I felt very alone. I also felt useless. It's not fun sitting around because you have to. It's not fun watching all you work for just disappear. It's not fun watching everyone have a life, while you don't. I called many people, and reached out for help. No one answered.

I'm forced to sit around the house and watch mind numbing rubbish. While my roommate takes her stress out on me continually. I get yelled at for things out of my control. Then, I am constantly apologised to. Though, the past two times. I don't even get a sorry.

I'm really saddened that all this outside interference makes my head just feel... Uncontrollable. Unattainable. Incomplete.

During our fight, she told me she needed space. So, I did the exact opposite. I constantly called and texted her. I broke the mold, and it's shattered. Then, for days I sent hateful text messages. Ones that I can't even imagine I would send. It's very apparent I am not the person I once was. I was kind, caring, and thoughtful. Now, I'm selfish, crass, and all around nasty to those nicest to me.

I told her she was a terrible person, when that's never going to be true. I told her I never wanted to be friends, and that I regretted our friendship. When in reality... I can't see my life without her in it. I brought up terrible things from our past. That I have forgiven her for.

It's only now, being away from all the stress. I am able to sit down and collect my thoughts. I reflect on the shitty person I am, and I put my head in my hands and cry. I miss her so much. She was my rock. The one person I could count on so much.

She's the only person who has shared herself with me. I know more about her, than I think I know about myself. She's talented, funny, smart, and always level-headed. She has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever met. Yet, I made her think otherwise.

I don't think she'll ever read this. Or even talk to me. I just hopes she knows that I sit here and regret it. I want to make it better. I don't know how, but I do. I want her to know I'm sorry, and even those words seem failing in what I feel.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Something We Forgot.

Leehlah Alcorn, do you know that name? That is a name that I am sure that most of the US, and the world are very familiar with. If, you don't know the story of Leehlah Alcorn. I'd say you've been living under a rock. Otherwise, I'm about to give you a downer ending with an opinion that isn't too popular. I want to say it, because I'm let down by both society and my community.

Leehlah Alcorn roughly about a Month ago: Committed suicide. Yeah, remember growing up and you where told:

"Committing Suicide is a cowards way out."

If you are Trans*, and throw yourself out in front of traffic. You get your picture plastered on the news, and made into a martyr. That's the message we've been given.

Why do you get made into a Martyr? Only, because it was asked. Seriously, read the suicide note. She literally asked that we do just this.

My retort is this: I live in Cincinnati, and I literally am watching my community gather around a dead trans* white girl. When we have had worse issues with being Trans* here. I've personally be harassed by a group of people before in Walnut Hills. It's terrifying!

Have you heard of Tiffany Edwards? Probably not. She wasn't youth, and she wasn't white. Tiffany Edwards was an amazing Trans* woman of colour. Who despite what the world thought of her, wanted to live and be trans*. If you are black, trans*, and get your life taken from you. You don't get made into what Leehlah Alcorn is: A martyr.

Also, the people who are throwing this in our faces. They are quite possibly the worse trans* activist I'd have touch such an issue. The leader of this vigil, decided the day before the vigil to create a group on Facebook. She left it open, and proceeded to add almost every trans* individual in Cincinnati. I was lucky enough to be spared by this outing. A few of my friends; Not so. We have learned about a few trans* people who are stealth. Yet, now they are not. We haven't had an apology about this action. Nor do I think such a novice at trans* activism would admit a wrong doing.

The vigil was far from friendly or a safe space. We couldn't even mourn our dead in peace. We where invited to hear "Iris" by GooGoo Dolls for our opening of ceremonies...

So, let's both understand this is a cliché. As well as, you brought people to a memorial over suicide to hear you butcher a song about Suicide. Why didn't they just open up with "Diamond Smiles" by The Boomtown Rats? It leaves the guesswork out of what the song is about.

"She went up the stairs. Stood upon her vanity chair. Tied her lament belt around the chandelier, and went out kicking in the perfumed air."

I wonder how many Trans* people realised the amount of cameras in this space? We are one of the most revered communities in the world. Yet, we are just going to place not only trans* youth under the age of 18 in front of cameras; almost every trans* individual in the city of Cincinnati. Visibility is one thing, but when you mourn the dead. It should be together in solace. Not made to be a national event.

This "Affirmation Ritual" that took place. Which was led by a Trans* pastor. Not that I am against a Trans* pastor. Being someone who has a bad history with religion. As many Trans* people do. She made us participate. Literally told us: "If you don't talk. I'll keep on talking." Excuse me, but you forced us into a religious ceremony? How dare you muddle my beliefs!

The truest victims in all of this are the friends of Leehlah. Whom are being exploited. Only, they are so young they do not understand what they are into. Another victim: The driver of the truck that hit Leehlah has to live with what happened.

The main point of my debacle is this: How many trans* youth and trans* folks die yearly?

Large numbers around the world.

Furthermore, how many struggles do my brother's and sister's face daily?

Hate crimes against LGBTQPIA members are high, but majority of these are trans* hate crimes. Further: majority of Trans* hate crimes are against female identifying folks. Yet, a white trans* youth who throws themselves in front of a truck. Gets way more attention.

I do mourn her as well. She is a life that shouldn't have been lost. Yet, our respect for such a loss is little from kosher. I'm dreading the impact made by the people spearheading the initiative, because their lack of ability to address key issues. I'm sad to call myself part of the Trans* community in Cincinnati.

On a final note: what has happened because of her death is good. National debates are being held on trans* rights. This is major. What does suck? The way she is portrayed. It's not kosher.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Dear Putin

Dear Vladimir Putin,

    Have you looked outside today? Did you see the sun? Or the harsh Russian winter that has you huddled inside. Did you eat breakfast? Was it satisfying?

   I woke up, ate breakfast, and made a point to wrote this to you. You may very look at it, but what matters is that I put it in the Ether. In the 25 years I have been graced with being on the planet. I've seen suffering in these eyes. For far too long. I look around at my Brothers and Sisters who have fought the good fight for equality. For justice. For happiness.

  You sir, are a tyrant. Plain and simple. In a world where injustice and inequality are at high marks. You lead the Calvary in the fight against the LGBTQPIA. People whom have only wanted to be the people they want to be. People who have finished nothing to do you wrong. Only better their quality of life.

  Do you sleep at night with one eye open? Sometimes at night the terrors of my past. Brought on by being a Trans* individual in a world where I am disliked for being different. It keeps me up at night. While my brothers and sisters are wronged by your plight. It keeps me up. It fuels the fire.

  One day Putin, after you are left in a miserable mess you've made for yourself. Our plight for equality, for justice, and for a better way of life. It will still be stronger than any bomb you've built. Any ties you've cut. It will be stronger.

  To be a Trans* individual isn't a curse but a liberation. One to understand that something you couldn't choose at birth. It's more than that. It's what you make it. I will not adhere to standards set in place by a government meant to restrain their people. Meant to put them in fear for being themselves. Do you think you can halt their existence? Far from it. The people are angry. They want justice. To whom will take the fall? You Putin. You will see as justice you yielded will consume you. Will make you weak.

   The disease you may think we have. May hold us back. From what I have seen, through the years. It doesn't hold us back. It makes us unique. Makes us difference. Makes us want to fight for our justice. You too, will pay for the crimes against humanity. Maybe not now, but soon. We are coming.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Top Floor, Please.

   One of my darkest secrets I have never revealed to the world is that I suffer from Manic Depression. This on two separate occasions has come close to ending the life I lead today. Something I tell people is that I have in fact seen how deep I am willing to go. I have in previous blog post mentioned this.

   Depression is something that runs in my family. As well as many other afflictions of the brain do: Schizophrenia, Dementia, and Alzheimer's. We really did get crap luck on the mental facilities. This doesn't mean that I haven't questioned mental health down the road. It's a question that once in a while pops up.

   So, I really exercise my brain. I am a fan of crosswords and puzzle games. I do as well love to read.  I feel I do well at these task. To say the least. It's a question that does both worry myself and even more so, make me take precautions. This is a good reminder for someone of my mental constituency.

  One of the reasons I am writing this. Being a heavy need to check my mental state. Everyone should. It's a good way to make sure you have been making fair and important judgements with the best of your ability. Nothing is wrong with a mental check up!

  I'm sure the main question that has at least passed your mind has been: do I have depression attacks? I do indeed. In moments when I am alone and at night. Especially in the winter time. All of these being key times when depression occurs.

   "Winter time is not for the lonely. It always hits to the heart." - "Winterheart" - Niki and the Dove
  
  Being left alone with my thoughts; sometimes it devours me. I have a good deal of insecurities that do in fact haunt me. Failure, trust, and relationship type things. These thoughts do cross my mind.

  My grandmother always said "Busy Hands aren't Idle Hands." That's really how I deal with my depression. I really take initiative and do a task to keep my mind busy. That's why crafts and art are in my resume.  Sometimes it can be a little much to bear. It does get me down. Sometimes it's even an uphill battle.

  It's something that plagues a better part of the US. In a society where so much is put on perfection, fitting in, and gender roles. It's a no brainer why it exist on such a large scale. 

  Some may say that medication would be a route I should consider. I honestly I lived 25 years with such an affliction and have taken measures necessary to combat it. I feel that I shouldn't deviate from a path when methods exist in place, and work.

  Many great people have existed on this planet with such issues and illnesses. They have as well made great people out of themselves. Take C.S. Lewis for example. He wrote beloved children's books while being Schizophrenic. It should never be looked down on when such achievements exist. So, I do not look at this affliction as a curse. More so, as a way to work towards being a better person. By overcoming my weaknesses.
  

  

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Goonies Never Say Die!

   So, for a year now I have been a smoker. Yes. I do like to smoke tobacco. I like the taste of cigarettes overall. Especially, my Camel No. 9s. Wonderful. Plus, I think it does make me seem 30% cooler.

  I don't think I've ever share my story of why I started to smoke. You know? Love is a wonderful crazy thing. It also is a vicious thing that destroys lives. In my life time, I haven't dated many folks. Overly a handful. I have slept with more? Highly. Which is just a human giving into primal urges. Nothing wrong with that.

  So, I met someone. She was fantastic in ways I don't think I could see a person as. I never shared much of what I thought. Which I think was a shame on my end. I think about her from time to time, but I will tell you what. Getting over someone that wonderful was hard. I did it. I faced demons I never imagined I'd slay and learned just about how far I'm willing to go to stop being in pain. It was crazy, stupid, and horrific. I hated every moment of it. I did get over it. It just took time.

  Sadly, one of the few remnants of that era of my life that follows me is smoking. Actually, it's probably the only thing I do from that time. I want to quit. I hurt when I think about it. Weirdly enough; I do. I think it would be me moving on. I think I need to fulfill this part of my life. I need to just stop, so I'm not living on your memory. You don't have that power over me.

  I've had some short but serious relationships this year. Met some wonderful folks and had adventures. Even some terrifying ones. Life is a roller coaster. I just feel... Maybe I should really let it all go. Just stop smoking and finally move on. That way I can actually try to sit down and connect with someone. Instead of feeling as though I cannot get close to another. Only because I feel that every time I let someone in. They destroy me further.

   This is why I force myself to be single. To get close to someone. Scares me. A grandiose amount! I would rather not even be involved in it. It's sad because everyone I have let in. In the past year. Has seriously hurt me. Made me feel like a sex project or fetish fulfillment.  Which, I am not! Not anymore. I'm strong.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Melancholy Life

  When I was younger my Grandmother use to always tell me "You font have to like your family. You do have to love them."

  It's not that I don't love my family. I do. I am and will always be a family oriented person. I think that is an important value. I mean, being alone is wonderful. I just like to think that it is nice to know someone out there loves you. It's a grandiose to tell someone you love them as well as just loving them. It improves life quality.

  As of late though, with all the hardships I have been enduring. I've come to realise people exist that are not family. That are people who treat me better than my family has. Does that make me sad? Yes. Disappointed? More so. These people have been courageous, enduring, and caring in times when I cannot be.

  I didn't get to spend the holiday with my family. I was sad about it. Very devastated to be honest. Just, things happened that have made myself feel. That I am not taken as serious as a person I should be. I'm tired of going out on a limb for my family and being met with not gratitude but as though it is just obligation.

  In my 25 years of life, I've done things that I shouldn't have had to do. For my family. Yet, I feel drained and used. I for a year of my life stepped aside from my life and many opportunities that would have taken my career and my life to better places. I was heartbroken about it, but why did I do it? My Grandmother was in the midst of a battle with Alzheimer's that took her life.

  Itself is terrible horrendous disease to watch manifest and slowly rip away someone you loved more than anything. Away from you. Can you do anything? No. You have to watch as the meds make them zombies. Watch as they struggle to make sense of the world around them. It's terrifying. They wander off, they keep you up for days on end, and they drain your overall ability to function.

  Why did I do this? That's what love for family is. I would have walked the earth and burned a world over to save her. One of the hardest things was watching as she forgot everyone else and just remembered me. It was weird. Saddening as well.

  Yet, my family was no where to be found. They didn't ask about her, they didn't call about her, and they didn't even help with her. They show up at the funeral in tears. I was disgusted.

  I'm bitter about it. As much as I am bitter about many other subjects. My family doesn't seem the bit interested in my health. Or helping me in what I want to say is a huge time of need for me.

  You know who has been there for me? My friends. My friends have been the best thing go happen to me. In more ways than one. Especially one of my friends. She has been the most caring, sincere, and amazing people to happen to me. I feel she goes out of her way daily to cheer me up. She has. She has made this whole ordeal manageable.

  The Christmas she gave me, was the best Christmas I've had in years. Sometime I haven't enjoyed since I was younger. Something I like to enjoy. She went out of her way to do this. I'm grateful for her everyday because the way she treats me. She has earned my loyalty forever.

  Christmas was a huge affirmation for me. I saw what a Christmas should be like. Not that my family wasn't on my mind the entire time. I just saw what being cared about means. Truly cared about. People I never dreamed of spending a holiday with and I did. It was a blast. The gifts, the fun, and the people made it worth while.

  I'm coming to terms with letting go of many issues, insecurities, and life mistakes. As well as trying to be hopeful about the future. It's scary right now, I don't know what to even think about. So many parameters and factors to process. Will I make the most of it? I plan on it. I do. I just hope I make it worthwhile.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

I'm feeling capable of...

The title of this piece is from a favourite Euro electro-indie band: CHVRCHES. Yes, it is all capitalised. Not the point. The entire piece chorus being:

                 "I'm feeling capable of
                       Seeing the end
                  I'm feeling capable of
                           Saying it's over."                                                                                 
                 - Tether - CHVRCHES

The interesting feeling the song gives you I feel is: A coming to grips with the end of something. A loss of any kind. I'm going through a great deal of loss as of late. One of them being the loss of my apartment. Something I wished wasn't happening. Sadly, something I cannot change.

I remember the first night I spent in this place. It was literally myself, a coffee table, and clothes. I had a cell phone for music, playing cards, and pen/paper for writing. It was like that for a month. I wasn't doing anything but playing cards and listening to music. Something I like to now, yet I have like video games, telly, and a mass of other shit to do. 

Anyway, my neighbour walks in from across the hall. We live in a four family building. So, just four of us reside here. We have gotten close. I think they are all wonderful people. Whom I am glad to know. My favourite: Charlotte.

Charlotte is a very loud person. Like myself. Probably actually louder. If that is possible. She speaks her mind and just lays it down. Doesn't matter your opinion. She just says it. I like that about her. I'm very opinionated and so is she. She makes me food and loves to talk. Which I cannot lie. She makes the best soul food you'll put on your mouth. Her Greens...damn.

Well, on my first night Charlotte comes to my door and knocks. I get up and answer it. What do I see: Charlotte and in her hands the fattest blunt I've ever seen. No lie. She hands it to me and says "Have a good first night."

Well, not to be someone to be so impolite. I ask her to smoke it. We have a blast! That was the first of many nights; we did just that.

Well, here I am on my last night here. Watching Simpsons and what happens? Charlotte is at my door, with another fat ass blunt, and says "Have a good last night." She declined to smoke this one. I did. I had a blast. I really needed that. I started this place with so little. I built a life here. Now, I'm leaving home. I'm sad. I understand it has to happen. I think that is why I have become capable of letting go.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

When Life Gives You Lemons...

  One thing I've always believed. Truly believed is that hard work will get you far. That's all I have done my life. Worked hard at so many things. Things I never imagined I'd do. I've finished. My life is riddled with mistakes and many other things I wish I had done differently. I've learned from those experiences.

"Experience is the name we give our mistakes." - Oscar Wilde.

I heard that the other day. It really hit me in a way I've really felt. Was true. All my experiences are more or less mistakes. I know this. I really want to make them more good. So good that I'll make myself proud. I've done it before but I don't know. This time. It's harder.

My life has become one I don't want to be a part of anymore. I sit day to day and watch others live life. Yet, I'm forced to be sit and watch. With little say I get in it. My body is so sore every day. I use to be able to walk 2 miles in 45 minutes. Yet now, a walk around the block. Just cripples me. I miss being active. They call it POTS: Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. In their faces, I see uncertainty. I feel no one can grasp any main issue with me.

I feel because my life choice to be Trans* has made the system fail to see that clearly I am a person. I'm sadden that every action of recourse I have made to rectify the situation. Has been met with opposition and uncertainty. That really becomes a clusterfuck of everything. I can barely take care of myself anymore. Yet, I'm forced to handle all this paperwork and appointments. I can barely do it. Afterwards, my body trembles from how weak it has become.

I miss work. I miss being active. I use to run 1-2 miles a day. I was proud of myself. I made good money. I made ends meet and more. Now, my contribution to this nation. Hasn't been met. It's been denied. I feel like a second class citizen to the point it makes me regret being American.

I was always told: if you work hard, you'd be rewarded. I have continually worked hard. Yet, I'm told to fight. I'm tired of fighting. So tired. It's terrible to deal with my health and the other things.

I won't lie. I have a wonderful group of friends. Who I feel have stepped up and finished things for me. I wouldn't imagine people would do. They are simply the best. I cherish the time I have with them. I sometimes feel that I might not have much time. Other times, I'd disagree with the last sentence. It's worrisome.

I spend the night wide awake because I just can't sleep. Insomnia so bad, that I just wait to pass out from being tired. I make food, and eat so little because I'll bloat so bad. I'd rather be out of pain rather then eat. My bones crack/creak so much; getting up and down is a trial. Yet, I'm given Dicyclomine and Ibuprofen for my symptoms. Told to continue the treatment, regardless of the minimal improvement I haven't made.

I don't know what this is meant to get convey. Maybe a message that the system is broken. Maybe, I'm looking to see some change in the way we view and handle those whom are in need. Maybe, it is to open your eyes and let you understand. That when life gives you lemons. Sometimes it just is sour.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Treating Yourself Pretty: Part II

In the first installment of this two part series we discussed the difference of post-HRT integration into a society that relies on gender norms to gain any headway as a "societal person".  As if growing up with a collective marketed ideal of "Perfection" was not enough, correct?  This is where the phrase "Treat Yourself Pretty" comes from.  Easily gained from a suicidal tendency, I have gained from that phrase a sense of stability and a sense of purpose for myself. 


  It's truly about just doing what you need to do to be yourself in a world where being yourself is frowned upon.  Since using that phrase as a rallying banner to rise up, I've come to expect a different outlook on life as well as just in general be happy for myself.  So, coming from that stand point.  I like to have human company.  I find solace in the comfort of another human being who can let me live as free as my hair in their presence and accepts me for who I am.  Nothing more then that, I just want to be who I am and loved for it.  Which, in the past months I have gained a sense of myself as well as gained more indulgence in people who like me for myself.

   That has led to dating in a different way.  This is a privilege I have gained from hormones as well.  Men and women who find interest in me, do not second guess my gender.  Mainly we find common ground and build off of that, and learn to experience each other in casual conversations and gentle interaction.  Though, I do gain some "Chivalrous" privilege because my gender expression is more feminine than the male persona I so solemnly let out.  I guess you could say that in a sense I am percieved as a female and that gains some ground on the way I should be courted.  It is very reminiscent to that of a "50s" style of courtship that took place.  Both people gain roles that feel appropriate in and from that stems the mechanics that seem to work.  Though, no one person should fall into a role they do not feel appropriate with.  I know for myself, I don't always like to be the "Girl" and I think many people find my "Masculinity" to be very overpowering.  Though, I know I am a intense person and 90% of the time I know what I am want.  That means I just really normally do what I please and this can catch people off guard in those situations.

   Many things of my experiences have led me to understand the mechanics of gender roles, but one subject underneath the umbrella term of roles that is not really assessed as much as I feel it should be is "Dating Roles".  Which, I know from my experiences I have been on both sides of a monogamous relationship.  I have been the male and female in heterosexual-esque relationships.  As well as I have been the "Dominant" and "Submissive" persona in homosexual-esque relationships.  The mechanics normally relay to gender roles you would expect to see.  Many "submissive" relationships are very similar to a "female" role in a heterosexual relationship.  As the traits are similar to what the binary is assessed with.  That also goes for a "Dominant" and Male correlation, which again portray similar roles.

   The mechanics become a tad more skewed in an open relationship that involves more than one partner.  This is because each person is to assume roles and traits that other partners do not have.  In an open relationship.  We have a belief that one partner does not have to assume all the expectations we want a partner to have.  We have several partners who as a collective build up the ideal partner.  We get the chance to experience and love other people (as we all love others different and on different levels), without putting all our expectations on one single individual.  That's in general not fair to make one person live up to some giant boots or heels to fill. So, ideally each person plays off traits that other people do not have.  In a sense it's a way to get all your needs met, but still having connections and feelings with humans.  As, we are not objects and each person is a different story and experiences that are worth time.

  This integration into society based off performing to the gender roles that one would expect your expression to portray has given me some insight in which the aspects of society themselves seem hollow.  Almost like putting a quarter into a machine and turning the knob, then getting a plastic ball with nothing inside of it.  I feel that is an accurate assessment of the roles society expects us to play.  We can play, but what we gain from them is silly and in some sense useless. 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Treating Youself Pretty: Part I

Dear Reader,

     Today, I am writing you as many months have changed since I last wrote to you.  Many things about myself have changed as well as I have more experiences to write about.  I've come to understand more about myself in a sense that I am more accepted my society more than I use to be.  A few things I have noticed at the beginning where:

  • The second glances to check my privilege
  • The nervousness of folks around me
  • The avoidance from people
  • The slurs
  • The checking of ones privilege


    The number of those occurrences have drastically changed.  I haven't been questioned in my gender in a long time.  Though, we all know that any of those above never really phased me.  It's just interesting that they have faded away and really now I have a new set of things in which I get to indulge in.

  • People smile at me at random times
  • The amount of compliments I get daily is astounding
  • Men/Woman find me attractive and go as far to ask for my number
  • My privilege isn't check anymore
  • I have become happier in the past few months

  I never really understood or could even explain how when you fit into the binary that people will treat you differently.  Not a bad differently but a difference one has never enjoyed.  I've come to understand that I get treated different then the "Male" self had been treated.  The respect I get from people is different.  It's more or less a chivalrous respect.  In my presence I find men try to boast their masculinity in a sense they want me to find them attractive.  Like an Alpha Male complex I have come to realise exist.   As well as Women, let me into their inner circle of friendship.  I have found that women are more apt to befriend me because they realise I am female.  This is so true at work.  I've noticed that I have gone from "That Trans* person" to just "Tegan".  As though people have washed from their minds the original person I had been.  Which, it may seem little to them.  It's a refresher for me.

   From all of this has come a bigger understanding of the society we live in and how it all works.  I truly can say that I have a deeper respect and understanding for the genders when I have transverse over both binaries.  I know I don't really fit into either binary box of "Male" or "Female" but I think I have a good mix of it.  Gender is fluid and I know I live that ideal everyday.  In some sense we find ourselves a mix of both genders.

   I never really wanted to fix into a box.  I've honestly just wanted to be "Stealth" for a tiny time to just understand what it was like to be "Stealth" as well as to know that I was able to best that beast.  Yet, I feel more accomplished in my mission than I thought I would become.  Though, from this experience I've grown happier, healthier, and just more excited about living.  Many people feel they do not fit society norms.  I know for myself this has always been true.  People are in the box and I'm just free falling off a cliff into another adventure.

   Dating too has become something in which I didn't expect a change but it has.  When it comes to the majority of the relationships I have held.  I had to take the initiative because I was portrayed or seen by my partner as "Male" or "Alpha".  Which, I can see with being who I am.  I always feel it is important to take responsibility because majority of the time.  No one else will.  I rather don't mind it, but once in a while I want to know what it is like to be the "Female".  I have gotten this treatment as of late and it's exciting.   It's nice that men and women physically render me as "Female" in their heads and with that: comes a different type of interaction then the one I once had gained from them.

   People who learn that I am trans*.  They find it hard to grasp.  I can recall earlier this week a women at work needed my assistance.  I divulged to her that I had changed my name from William to Tegan.  She looked right at me and her eyes got big "Really?  You are kidding me?"  I wasn't at all drawn back by it because I am very open about my identity and those who ask and want to know.  I let it known to them.  It's part of my idea of being who I want to be. Which is going to be the main point of "Treating Yourself Pretty: Part II".


Thanks,
    Tegan Rowan Stryker

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Firing Pistons into Distance Comforts


Being a member of the Trans* community I have come to notice many things that I think most people take for granted.  Not because they are things that people do take for granted but they are things that do internally upset me when I see it happen or hear it happen.  Let me run a few scenarios in front of you and let you decide what is not fully correct about these scenarios.
      Now, here is our first scenario: You've got a call back to a job, and you are super excited because you have needed a job, this job is what you where looking for and furthermore you are qualified all over for this job.  Not over qualified, just you have all the correct experience and creditably to back you up.  So, you get dressed up very nice, walk into the building, and you look and exude confidence on large levels.  You walk up to the receptionist and she calls you "Sir."  What's the matter with that?  Easily the catch is you are a trans* person who is pre-hormones but living full time as your preferred gender. The issue is that she just called you "Sir."  You are living as a woman and apparently this singular person despite you are in a skirt and blouse just called "your bluff".  Which it isn't that, but this woman just called you out.  More so a problem with that is, Trans* people are not covered to work in spaces because Gender Identity is not covered under most "Discrimination Policies".  So, legally a person can be turned away in the majority of work because they want to be who they want to be.  So, now you are worried about your interview even more so because they "can tell you are Trans*".  That shouldn't be a thought in your brain, honestly, you should be allowed to work and live as anyone else.  Denying something the ability to work based on Gender Identity condemns person to work below their wage capabilities as well as can even send the to be homeless.
      Questions that should automatically swell your brain are these:  How can you deny someone work based on Gender Identity? Are you okay with condemning someone to being able to not survive in this world?  Why should they be pushed away because they are "different"?  Can they make it if they don't get this job?  These are questions that worry most trans* people who look for work in this day and age.  It's scary to know that you might not be able to support yourself because you need to be the person you want to be.
       Scenario #2: Let's just say that you play a sport.  You have always played this sport and loved playing this sport.  Now, let's go and say you are a Trans* masculine person who wants to continue to play.  Let's say... Volleyball.  You love this sport because it's just... you. So, you played it when you identified as Female and now that you are Male.  You want to continue to play it.  A few things that come of this.  One, the college or university you are attending does not have a Men's Volleyball team.  So, what options occur in this situation: One; you can assume the role of a female and play on the volleyball team (even though you are a male identified person) or Two: You can get in a ruckus about how you cannot join the female volleyball team and because of that you feel oppressed as a Trans* person.  Which this is a valid way to feel.  So, most folks have to go out of their way to discuss their gender issues with the Volleyball team and the Athletic director to make sure they can play on the same team, and on top of that you have to out yourself to everyone. Regardless if you are out or not. Just to make sure you can be who you are.  Kinda crazy the steps people who disregard the binary system or just switch binaries have to go to be themselves.  To the point that it's uncomfortable and even more so unavailing to a person.
      A final Scenario:  Now, of course we are too assume you are Trans* in this one as well.  I want you to really think about this one because, it's a common problem for many Trans* folks in the world.  The dating scene.  Why; you may ask?  Simply put it this way.  You are a trans* person, doesn't matter what side of the spectrum you are on.  Let's say that you have been on Hormone Replacement for let's say... Two years and some odd months.  With that realisation you feel that you pass very well.  As does the entire world treat you like you are the preferred gender you want to be assumed as.  This is grand.  You can date the person you wish to date (because Gender does not dictate your sexual orientation)  Thus, is why the T should not be included in the LGBTQPIA.  Why? Because it is not a Sexual Orientation but a Gender Variance.  Thus, is why the world assumes Trans* dictates your Sexuality.  Which, if you are Trans* or educated on Trans* you know this to be different.  So, (using my Sexuality) you assume yourself as Queer.  Meaning that you will date anyone that is not Heterosexual.  So, you will date a Pan-sexual  Bisexual, Lesbian, Queer, or anyone that identifies with a "Gay" sexuality term.  The main problem with this scenario is one thing.  The world is made up of many things coming down to Genitalia   Meaning that if your parts match the other persons preferred parts.  You've got it made.  If not though, you really have a hard time finding that person who loves you for who you are and what you want to sexually identify as.
        Example: You are a Female Identified person who identifies as a Lesbian.  You have not yet to have GRS/SRS (Gender Reassignment Surgery/Sex Reassignment Surgery).  So, you are a female identified person with male genitalia   Which, we all know is perfectly okay and should never be questioned as other than perfect.  The problem is the people you are interested in (who are Lesbians, because you are a lesbian) They like female genitalia   Which, can be discerning when you hear that your Genitalia are the main reason someone cannot date you.  You may be thinking "Why not date straight women who like male genitalia "  My main question to you is that people never question a Heterosexual or Homosexual persons genitalia   It's not fair because of your gender difference from the norm.  You have to be forced into a situation that does not validate you as a person.  So, here we have this person trying to date the people like they and yet because they have a difference that someone else cannot see past.  You force this person into rejection and invalidation of who they are.
       I am sure you can see why that hurts a Trans* person.  It's not fair to have to question your sexuality because of your gender.  You should be assured that because you choose to live as a gender different from your biological gender that you should be allowed to assume the role you wish too.  Gender and Sexuality don't go hand in hand, but because the world thinks gender and sex exist in the same bubble, we cannot grow past the identities and how they differ.  It's just logically that a fallacy of this continues because we fail to educate Gender and Sex as differences and not similar.
       So, all in all you can see the trials that face the Trans* community, things that are easily done for CIS gendered folks (People that are okay and live within their biological gender) are not easy for Trans* people on a grander scale because we have to go to greater lengths to internally and externally identify and validate ourselves.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Privilege, The Forethought, and the Aftermath.

      Life has many things to offer; at least that is what I was always told growing up.  "You can be whomever you want to be.", "You can do whatever it is you want to do.", "You can live life as you deem fit.".  All common phrases that honestly played homage to an ideal state of mind.  Adolescent stupidity is more like it.  The innocence we have growing up,  that is just a crock of bull to even associate that to anything modern society throws at any one.  Innocence is just some melancholy way of saying you are in denial over everything you set to do, because you are judged because of who you are, where you come from, and/or who you love.
      Honestly, I never think about things as they happen, I usually process them afterwards because I act quick on my feet but it's a reflex.  I never believed that being who I wanted to be would persecute me for life.  I realized this early on and I accepted it.  Mainly, you would just expect people to be decent to a point. Though, when their our outlets that exist in this world that can stigmatize a single idea for being different from the "normal" things that we are suppose to do and be.  That's crazy, but Stereotypes, Religion, and Free-Will exist.  You can never let a single person define you (though, there is always that one you yearn to have support from.)
      When you have more than one person as your friend you ideally have a diverse group of friends.  How so? Only because each person is different. We revel and rally in that fact.  Though, as our moral foundations dictate.  We should follow what we believe and force that belief upon our friends.  Only because our friends are a reflection of us.  Correct?  I feel otherwise on this fact.  It's because they are people with their own moral background and foundations.  They have their ideas, their beliefs, and their lives they live.
      I feel that if I do not affect those parts of them.  As in I accept that about them.  That reflects on me.  In a greater way than what they believe.  I honestly believe that if you let people live their lives and accept that.  You get more out of it.  You get a better outlook on yourself and on your friends. In a sense that life is going to reward you in more than one way. You get friends, respect, and even a better thought process for yourself.  It's better to be accepting and give privilege than to understand you have it and not do anything with it.
      As of late I have seen people upset that "They have privilege" and Trans* community have let CIS folks be more aware of it.  I am sure after reading my blog you have understood what Privilege is.  If not a quick recap is that privilege is "Having something over someone else that the person you have it over does not have."  An example would be: Let's say that I go out into public and I want to present and be talked as the gender I am presenting as (in this scenario I want to be called Female Pronouns).  So, I go out in public and get "He" and "Sir".  Even though I am wearing a dress, make up, jewelry, and feminine voice.  If I was a CIS gendered female I would automatically get "Ma'am" and "She".  Only because she is born female and doesn't have to work to get this privilege.  It is just given to her.  I on the other hand would have to work on it (Though after 8 years of being mispronouned and misgendered I really don't give a flip anymore).
     That is just one example.  I mean, even gay folks are more understood than Trans* folks.  Thus, they have privilege over Trans* people.  Trans* folks have a hard time finding partners because they are trans*.  Those who are CIS gendered do not have this problem as often.  Also, Trans* people have a higher risk of being Hate Crime'd... those who do not are more Privileged.  Depending on where you are Trans* at can be very scary.  That's something not everyone (accept LGBTQPIA folks or especially the Trans* community) worry about.  It can be worrisome to be Trans* because we are highly not privileged.
     Of course we are going to let you know that you have privilege over us.  It's a form of education and something that most people take granted.  Those who have to fight for acceptance do not take it for granted.  So, obviously we are more observant and understand what is privilege and what is not.  It's only made a big deal because we notice it more and make it aware it exist to those who have it.  So, you attack us for being observant?  That's kinda crazy.  Thus, these people are upset because we are more observant than they are. Which is okay, the fact they are upset just proves that we are correct.

Thus, is privilege and why we need to exactly keep doing what we are doing.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Not One More

Dear Friends, Allies, Trans* Identified folks, and those who stray from Gender Norms,

    In this modern age, an age where we as people almost daily spark revolutions against the oppressors and who battle for those who cannot battle for who they are.  We who have stood up to large governments and said "We shall not take this anymore!" and have fought tooth and nail to be the people we are.  We who have helped each other out in moments of desperation.  These moments, these times we live in we have yet to shed light on something that is horribly terrible.  Something that is never brought to light in ways that I feel should be brought to the attention.  Given the attention and awareness we need to be giving it.

   I speak of course about the persecution of the Trans* Community.  The community where as people, who live and fight tooth and nail to be who they are.  These people are shut up, given up on, and labeled as wrong for being who they are.  Being Trans* is so much more than just transitioning and changing your gender and/or sex.  It's about being a person who has overcome the challenges of being part of the Gender Norms.  About standing up and saying "I am an amazing human being and it's time that I too have this known."  Yet, these brave souls who have been cast from the society they want to so desperately to hold onto.  These brave souls on a daily basis deal with so much scrutiny and oppression that it is unjust and not to bare.  They after years of bullying and moments of weakness.  These people let go.  They let it all go and no longer deal with these terrible woes.  I am of course speaking out on those Trans* individuals who are Bullied, Teased, Humiliated, and Oppressed by their own governments for being who they are commit suicide. Only because it's a better option than to feel that life has been unjust and cruel.  Only because we as people see Trans* as a affliction to society and treat it as a disease.  We are violently lashed at, oppressed, and wrongfully imprisoned to the point that we see this life as negative.  I want to save us all, and I want not another soul to leave this world because they are Trans*.  I want them to live and lead happy, healthy, and positive lives.

   For it being called a "Disease" we treat those who "suffer" from being Trans* as a plague we must eliminate by extreme means.  We either take it into our own hands and commit suicide to escape the torment or we are victims of brutal hate crimes that either leave us dead in the streets to be discovered or horribly beaten to the point that we may never lead a life.  Statistically being Trans* comes with the highest amount of suicides and hate crimes against them.  Those who are People of Color have even higher rates because they are not only Trans* but also exist in another oppressive system.  Which, it should never be like this.  Folks should never deem anothers life better and the ones they have.  We must take action, we must be aware, and we must be ready to be that action.  I ask of you to take it into your hands and make a change.  I want you to stand up and speak out against the hate that Trans* persons have, and to ever make the effort in your community to make them aware that it's not okay to be cruel to those who are different from you.  Those who are made to suffer because the majority see them as sick.

   Please visit #NotOneMore and share your stories of being oppressed and how you over came them.  Share your local stories of violence towards Trans* people.  Only because to get the world to understand that these crimes to happen and the we are treated unfairly we have to expose them at high rates.  Remember, that you are who you are.  You should be allowed to exist as you deem fit.  For that I love you.

~Tegan Rowan Stryker

Monday, December 10, 2012

Roles, Gender, and Society


  You live in a modern age where society is still dictated by social roles that have been in effect since the Baby Boomers age and they passed them on to "Generation X".  So, here we are:  Living in the age of modern technological advances and yet, we still cannot advance as society, gender roles, and as humans.  We can put pig hearts in a chest to save a life, yet, we let roles in society that are based on an ideal state of living that dates back to our great grandparents youthful days.  Hopefully, we can learn that the society is dictated by these social standards and then overcome them.  We are a different age of human life.  We are the 21st Century.  Let’s live like it.
            Now, you may be thinking about how one can discourage such a fact that most social standards come from the beginning of human existence?  I do understand that when humans first surfaced to life. “Males” where the hunters and “Females” where the scavengers for berries and other foods that are gathered by hand and not murdered, also, “Females” raised the children and where used communally to breed children.  Also, the act of chivalry was first used by Knights as a code of honor on how to treat woman.  As, I have no qualms about the treatment of people. I do feel that we should treat both sexes by the act of Chivalry, I mean; I love when doors are opened for me, and I am sat at a table.  I think a “Man” would like it too.  It’s a way for compassion that should be felt by both genders.  These are what I am not going to discourage, as these are basic human nature.  What I am trying to bring to light is the ideal state of gender neutral existence.  As, I feel that in a modern age; our 19th and 20th century.  Most social standards I will bring to light will be those of a modern age, those that happened at the turn of the Industrial Revolution as well as those that took place in the “Cold War” era.  These, are the social standards that have influenced our Gender Roles and modern society that we see daily in our lives in the 20th century.
     Maybe just maybe you want to know why you live the way you do?  Why you see life as two roles? Those are: “Gender” and “What you do in that gender”.  Thus, what you do in that gender; is what is known as “Gender Roles”.  It was a standard in the 1950s, after public school became mandatory that “Men” would go to work every day of the week (excluding weekends) to be the “Bread Winner” whilst the "Woman" in society stayed home, tidied the house, and made sure to have food on the table by time the family returned home after work and school.  If a woman did work in the ‘Baby Boomer” era, she would find work seldom as anything that held value; and she would make far less than a man would at the time, because, of the single fact that she was a “She”.  “Men”, would mock woman that worked.  Thus, it was so rare for such an act.  Woman held jobs as secretaries, nurses, or seamstresses. A woman would never be an executive, political seat holder, or even a construction worker.  Do you see a form of regression in “Woman Gender Roles”?  Woman in the time of WWII would work as construction workers, factory workers, and even work as other jobs that “Men” would normally work but since “Men” where no longer on US soil, they had their wives work for them.  Yet, after “Men” returned home; “Woman” would live as “Home-Makers”.   Society slowly drifted in this phase of life. The “American Dream” as they coined it.  It moved to this phase, and yet, it was blindly accepted by the majority. It wasn’t until the late 60s and early 70s that “Woman” moved into a bigger mindset that “Woman” could be independent!  This came with a price of course.  “Woman” who would work in a “Man’s” world would be sexually harassed and make less money because even till this day no Federal legal document in the United States actually gives Woman equal rights as employees.  It actually is a social standard that equal wages are accepted.  In this age:  EOE (Equal Opportunity Employers) as they are known, are those that live to these standards. If they are not EOE, they actually can deny you the same fair wage.  Though, Federal Law gives a bigger tax break to EOE companies. So most companies are EOE certified. 
     “Men”, though, where known as working in office and coming home to eat and relax after a long day.  Most propaganda was fueled by “Father” coming home and relaxing with a scotch on the rocks while the woman still maintained the life at home.  “Men”, would actually do work in the house, that being maintenance and upkeep.  Fixing, patching, and working to keep the house up to par.  As well as working in the yard. It was very common for only the “Men” to tend the yard.  Having a good lawn in “White Bread” suburbia was sign of social achievement in the social Hierarchy of “Lower”, “Middle”, and “Upper” Classes.  The better and bigger the lawn, the more esteem you seemed to obtain in value and wealth.  Many movies, art, and propaganda fed this as “The American Dream”.  
     Nowadays, “Men” actually are bread winners in this day and age.  It’s still a higher percentile of more “Men” that are work while “Woman” stay home, though, the margins are closer than ever because of the idea of “Woman” working in the work force, is social allowed.  This actually became a big idealistic state of being in the Mid-1980s.  Now, in today’s society, we actually see several things that do differ from what once was.  You see, single Mothers who work to support her children, “Woman” who work while the husband stays at home, and you even see Woman who hold high ranking jobs (both civil and political).  It can be empowering. Do you see anything that still stands in society from that “Old Ways”?  You see “Woman” make far less than “Men” do.  Only a few exceptions can be thought of. Those are the lucky ones that actually worked the system. It’s very progressive that we can actually see that become a reality. Seeing, two Genders in society actually co-exist on the same planes. As equals, as it should be.
     You may notice that you understand the two aspects in which make up society: “Males” and “Females”.  Yet, why do they do this?  Why do I have to define them as “Male” and “Female”?  Gender plays a bigger role than just “Gender Roles”.  Key aspects in society are dictated by Gender.  Names, mannerisms, and even the clothes we should wear.  The only reason that is false policy exist is because we accept it.  Those who actually break from this path of acceptance and go their own ways with Gender and how it is perceived should be known as “Gender Pioneers”.  When you are growing up, you noticed two things about yourself and the world.  That would be your biological gender and what is meant for you biological gender.  You then learned that another gender opposite yours existed as well.  What does it mean to be “Male” or “Female”? You cannot honestly give me one definition that doesn’t stray from another definition I would get from another person. “Men” can be sensitive, compassionate, and understanding. Woman can be hard, solidary, and complex. People are gender.  Not the other way around. Gender is what you make it. Gender is the ideal state of being in which one feels that they belong to a certain category of gender.  Though, Gender can be more than two.  Gender is a very loose term that umbrellas a spectrum of many other existing terms used to describe ones existence.  Why do we have to label it?  It’s simply put, we label, because, in society if it isn’t labeled. It is part of the unknown and the unknown is scary.  When you have a term to describe something, you feel more accepting of it.            
  • Gender: The state of which a person defines as a label existent by certain characteristics that fit their mental gender.            
  • “Male”: Masculine; A person who acts of the “Male” persona.            
  • “Female”: Feminine; A person who acts of the “Female” persona            
  • Transgender: A person who is transitioning from their biological Gender to an opposite state of their biological gender (This can include Gender Variant Folks).
  • Transsexual: A person who is transitioning from their biological sex to the opposite of their biological sex.            
  • Intersex: A person born with a gender birth defect that can classify them as both “Male” and “Female” at the same time.            
  • Sex: The biological genitalia one is born with.            
  • Third Sex: A person that exist between two genders and/or sex.
  • Genderqueer: A dual meaning term which means a person is switching from gender to gender at any time and doesn’t stick to one gender for very long or it means a person who is transitioning to their opposite gender of their biological gender and is going to be “queer” or “Homosexual” in the gender they are transitioning into.           
  • Genderfuck: People who disregard all Gender roles in society and fit to both gender and the roles it consist of at any given time (Make you question Gender and roles all together).              
  • CIS Gender: A person that exist at the gender they are born with and live inside the gender roles of their biological gender.            
  • Non-gender conforming: A person who does not relate to either gender defined in society.  
  • Transvestite: A person who appears as one gender but has the sex of the other gender that is opposite of the one they perceive, yet, they live as the gender their appearance dictates.
As you can see there are many terms that define how people identify in the spectrum. Above are not all the ones that exist, just a brief highlight to identities outside the spectrum of the two dominating genders. The thing about it all is that you can never really judge someone by looks or even just sex.  People really should just be themselves.  My name is “Tegan”.  I do not identify as either sex to be honest. I just exist.  I am “Tegan” that is who I am.  You are always a “Who” and never a “What”.  Remember that! Gender is just a term.  Gender is Mental. It’s about how you feel. It’s nothing less than a way you feel about yourself. If you feel that way, it’s perfectly fine. You have that right, because you have free will and because, you are human.             Gender really meddles in places it could better be left out of.  Think about it.  Why do you have to dress a certain way, just because you were born as a sex you cannot control.  Who you are biologically is not your choice. It’s unconscious decision made by genetic code, eggs, and sperm.  So, why should you be force to live a certain way? When you could not live the way you want to? Circumstances which exist out of your hands caused your biological gender.  It’s a forced lifestyle that hinders your potential.  I’m talking about clothes. It seems like a very small topic, but in society it’s frowned on and even can turn violent when “Men” decide to wear “Female” clothes.  Does that even make sense?  “Women” are forced to conform to a perfect standard of clothing.  Anything over Size 8 is considered “Large” for “Woman”.  Woman have to live to a standard of clothing “Rankings” that change yearly and even change based on what people in a collective group state it has to be.  This is a closed minded attempt to make the idealization of “Perfection” a closer realization. Yet, that makes no sense.  You are perfect the way you are.  If you do not like something, change it.  It’s that simple.  So why should close for “Females” do this?  When ““Men”” clothing has no standard?  It never changes.  It stays the same. “Women” are held to standards and “Men” are not.  Isn’t that just a form of social segregation?   That is just cruel to one Gender.  The interesting thing about clothing is simple. The standard is set by society.  We choose to blindly accept these standards to live up too.  It’s easily change when society changes it. We have that power, yet, we forget that.  If you make clothing Unisexual, you make it completely non-oppressive to either gender and you have one simple standard to make clothing too.  It’s like Metric and SI standards for Math.  Why is only one continent still using SI?             Here is another place that Gender meddles in life.  “Marriage”, why should only a “Man” and “Woman” be allowed to be married?  Why cannot “Janet” and “Harry” marry, “Bobby” and “Nick”, or even “Sarah” and “Joan”?  It’s just so cruel to hold the standard to only the opposite genders are able to marry.  It’s not fair that people cannot marry.  Just a “Man” and “Woman” are the standard we live up too.  As though, it would be an improper way of life to let two “People” who love each other marry.  Not two “People” who are the “Opposite” gender are the only people who can show the ultimate form of commitment.  Studies are even conducted and show that two persons of the same gender can in fact raise healthy, normal, well mannered, educated, and even productive members of society.  These children who grow up with two parents of the same gender even have a larger open mind than most people nowadays. These persons who are innovative, loving, homosexual and heterosexual people grew up with a family, because family is what you make it. Family is “People” you love, not “Gender” you love.  That’s it though, they are people.  No different than you or me.             What is something everyone has but can be both Gender Conforming and unique to your person only?  It’s simple; your name is the answer.  This is interesting, because in all of history the first name was a grunt.  That was it.  A grunt!  Now, you have names like “Shirley”, “Frank”, “Joan” and “Daniel”; what is the gender conformity of those names?  Can you tell me?  I can look at those names and tell you what Gender that name is given too.  Why should I be able to do that? I was conditioned growing up to learn what a name was, and what types of names suited which gender.  I feel that it is actually wrong to not let your children choose their name.  You cannot select your gender and now you are going to tell me that you name me from the get go?  What kind of control is that? I have to wait till I am 18 to choose my rightful name? Usually by that time, you never want to change you name, because, you feel it would be too much of a hassle to learn a new one, and to pay all the cost to do it.  Basically, it’s like a judge looks at you and goes; “First ones free, want another pay up!”  How is that fair?             Also, why should I not be allowed to select a name that I want and not let it be another gender name?  How come I have to have a name that is “suited” for my gender?  Is it possible to be “A boy named Sue”?  Why yes it is.  We only accept that names are gender conforming because we are raised to believe this.  In actuality, your name can be “Sarah” and your gender can be “Male”. I mean, we allow “Male” names to have “Female” counterparts “Harriet (Harry)” and “Georgia (George)”, for example.  Yet, making the “Male” name just a “Person’s” name?  Why? It comes down to the standards that exist and the standards you accept.  It’s basic that you live your life the way you plan on it, and no longer accept that society controls your life.  The control society has on your life, is the rules that play in our life.
            Sit back and look around at a family structure that you live in.  Then, think about everything anyone ever told you about how you should act in that structure.  Finally, look at your gender, what you were told, and what your placement in the family structure is.  Where do you see yourself?  Do you see yourself masculine or feminine? Then, do you see your gender as masculine or feminine?  How does that make you feel?  Does it feel that you should accept that and you are comfortable with it, or, do you feel off-set by the relations you linked together?  That is a gender role in society.  That is it.  What you feel about that gender role is really the part of “Nurture vs. Nature” that you really have to understand.   First, I must elaborate on that field of study.             “Nurture vs. Nature” is a belief that when a child is born disregarding the gender they are born as, they, can be either gender because they are raised as any gender the parents deem fit.  Thus, you can raise a boy as a girl or vice versa.  This is saying that genetic coding in the body does not dictate the outcome of physical or behavioral traits a child will undergo and be instilled with because they are raised in a certain light.  That light being the gender they are “forced” to live as.  This theory actually comes from a Victorian time period Polymathy named Francis Galton, who received the idea from his cousin: Charles Darwin’s book “Origin of a Species”. Both Donald Hebb (a psychologist) and Judith Harris (an Author) both wrote books on the idea that children are raised and instilled with morals and standards that they live up to, can in fact be a way of life one grows into.  So, even though a child has “Free-Will” the belief that what you are raised to believe can inherently affect that “Free-Will” one has.  Hebb answered the questions
     “Which, nurture or nature, contributes more to personality?”
With the answer:
     “Which contributes more to the area of a rectangle, its length or its width?” For a particular rectangle, its area is indeed the product of its length and width. Moving to a population, however, this analogy masks the fact that there are many individuals, and that it is meaningful to talk about their differences. Thus if a game such as soccer defined the width of a playing field very tightly, but left the length unspecified, then differences in the area of the playing fields would be almost entirely due to differences in length.  Harris wrote the book “The Nurture Assumption”, in the book she argues that “nurture” even though linked to a family upbringing may have some effects on a child’s adult IQ and even personality.  A child may have a bigger part played on these traits by peer grouping and random environmental factors (culture and era of growth) that plays a bigger part on the nurture than family life does. In which, is true, because children do spend more time in public domains because of public schools after the age of five that outside influences do play a larger role.  Though, it is not these outside sources that affect our thinking on gender.  Gender, can be asserted to nature instinct.  We are born to breed, to fight, and to love. It’s natural.  As is our thinking methods and our free will. These are factors that do affect how we perceive that world.  Now, what we do with these factors is what really makes the logical thinking that one can use to make headway in the world and view everyone as an equal and not hold someone accountable for things out of their control.
     Want to know something very interesting about a gender neutral world? You no longer have to define your “Partners” by the two terms “Boyfriend” or “Girlfriend” we can now have even cooler names to define our “Lovers”.  Want to learn a few? Here we go:
  • Paramour
  • Significant Other/OS
  • Gender-friend
  • Lover
  • Sweetie/Sweets
  • Partner
  • Cuddle Buddy
  • Soul-mate
  • Steady
  • [name]friend
  • Mate
     Are those not just the coolest sounding terms of endearment you have ever heard? I mean, I would love to be called a “Steady” or a “Gender-friend”.  It’s just better to not define someone as a “Boyfriend” or “Girlfriend” because not everyone goes by that.  People who are “Gender-fluid” for instance would be coined as a single gender. The ideal of accepting that only a person can be just one gender is closed circuit. Many people break these molds and stick to many different gender states in a solid time.  It’s almost like this, not all children, but some when growing up have the notion that all dogs are male and all cats are female. Why is that?  It is explainable like this.  Dogs are protectors, hunters, and shown in a more masculine light through media circuits (Take “Homeward Bound 2” and “All Dogs Go to Heaven” for instance). Cats are portrayed as light, flexible, and whimsical creatures.  Cats expel many feminine traits (For instance, “Batman’s” villain “Cat-woman” and even “Cat’s vs. Dogs”).  This is why these children learn later in life that these species exist as two genders.  Yet, because of their traits, childhood innocents as well as mass media preludes a different tale.
            So, with gender also comes the more ignorant and unacceptable discrimination that comes with anything. This planet is full of discrimination and it’s a very negative and hurtful thing that corrupts most of the planet still. It’s the idea of something being different that scares us.  Sadly, one way to deal with the “Unknown” is to make fun of it. People are discriminated on based on race, heritage, geographical location, sexual orientation, religion, and even gender.  Yes, gender! Now, geographically speaking gender roles are significantly different.  The belief that “Woman” have to keep their faces covered is only followed in Muslim dominate countries.  Such our beliefs in: Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, and other “Middle Eastern” countries. Or that governing rights are mainly for “Male” gendered persons.  That is also a “Middle Eastern” belief that is followed. Why should two genders be given roles that are hurtful to a person just because of a random factor?  That main factor being: their gender. We cannot choose it! Stereotypes are discrimination as well. Another belief is that “Woman” is mainly allowed to be in the kitchen.  That is a “Woman’s” place to cook and clean.  That’s a shallow belief that is seen across the world.  “Woman” are equal human-beings that are may be better at many things over a man.  Being a good worker may be that trait.  Raising our children with that belief is just wrong.  As you should be learning that you can be anything you set your goals too.  In a believable range that is.  Don’t dream to be a fire truck Billy… It’s not going to happen. Or that all “Men” have to be bread-winners in a household or that they hit “Woman” who does not listen to them.  Not all “Men” are violent people or even bread-winners. Did you ever think about a lesbian couple? I mean, there is not man in that equation so; one of them has to make more money in a household.  So, one of them who is “Female” is a bread-winner.  It’s logic and acceptable as that’s how it should be.  There is nothing wrong with someone with a vagina making money to support them in a world that is controlled by money.             The idea that gender marks what you will do in your life, which in itself is discrimination because we set realistic goals for a gender that someone of any gender, could partake in.  So, why make it only for one gender and not everyone? Would that not make more sense in a world where we believe that anything is possible? Living to standards set in an era that is not our own only means we are going to repeat all the mistakes of past generations.  Making new standards and goals that do not discriminate on gender, only means, that future generations are going to make a bigger and better world based off our ideas.  We would never be forgotten.
            Now, one can actually ask of how this ideal state of existence would come about?  Two genders exist and that is so. Though, when it comes down to it:  Raising a child in a gender neutral lifestyle is more quite a feat, but not in the slightest hindering a child’s outlook on life.  Now, one of the most interesting studies done on the raising of a child is “Nurture vs. Nature”.  See above for reference on “Nurture vs. Nature”.  My belief on the matter is that both Nurture and Nature are practical for raising a child.  Here is how this makes sense:  When raising a child in a gender neutral environment you have to remember that children who are adolescent depend on observational skills to do most of the learning they do in those years.  This is both touch and sight, when a child is between that ages of one through four a child uses touch to both “discover” them as well as discover other things. A child can make a rational discovery of what their sex consist of. With sight a child can both see that two types of sex also exist.  Most the time, “Mommy” and “Daddy” help this come about.             One thing that we fail to understand is that regardless of what you instill in a child, when they grow of an age where they can make their own decisions and act on those decisions; a child will enviably turn to which one they seem to be more connected with.  So, nature does take course as a child has free will and we cannot hinder this either. We can though, instill moral values and ideas that will help them be successful regardless of the life they choose.  We cannot stop this. We do not own our children; we just let them grow in our care. The thought that raising a child with the understanding that regardless that two genders and sexes exist, anyone can fill the roles of both sexes/genders at any time.  A child will both understand what gender/sexes consist, the roles that those genders/sexes are expected to fill, and finally be able to discern that regardless of the gender/sex of a person.  They exist of a single person and gender plays no role in whom they are.
            Did you know that even vocabulary is placed in the same groups as “Male” or “Female”? In English, only objects are given feminine or masculine traits by the descriptors OR they are given that trait by the pronouns used: “He”, “She”, “His”, “Her”, “Him”, “Man”, and “Lady” to name a few. Spanish uses “El” and “La” to make objects “Masculine” or “Feminine”.  Now, as though characters and people need to be placed into these groups.  The idea of stepping back and not saying “Him” or “Her”, but using words such as “They” or “Them” to describe a single person and not a group, is not a bad idea.  We do it in speech daily, as though it is even improper we still express when talking anonymously about a person, “They” and “Them”.  I find no problem with using “They” and “Them” as pronouns and not adjectives. Regardless the proper grammar required it does not muck up a sentence in the slightest.  It’s like saying this:

“Billy, while walking down the street, dancing to the beat of the bass in his ears, was not detoured from his walking in a straight line.”  I can insert “They” and lose all pronouns of a masculine nature and I get this:

“They, while walking down the street, dancing to the beat of the bass in their ears, were not detoured from walking in a straight line.”  Do you find that offensive? Do you feel that even though you have no idea of the gender of the person in question you can still make out the picture I have painted in your mind?  I completely conveyed a small plot with characters and only eliminated a single sect of the sentence.  Only making it ambiguous and no longer substantial in whom a character is but in what the actions they are completing.  Does that sound bad?  Why should it be frowned upon when someone uses “Darling” or “Dear” when talking to a person?  Should not a language that requires pronouns to describe an object or person also allow a gender neutral or “gray area” option?  Not everyone feels as though they should. Why should we make this required?
            Now the idea I am talking about is not entire elimination of gender in society.  I do not mean go outside and just start attacking a certain gender.  I do not condone gender genocide!  What merely I am portraying in this paper, is an act of acceptance of who exist.  The idea of a society that relates to gender, as both two bodies do exist: “Male” and “Female” bodies, but also do not let gender play the significant role it is allowed to. Basically, we have an ideal state of a constant unisexual acceptance in a social light. The ability to accept that someone who is biologically one sex can be of another gender and the knowledge that people are people, and regardless of who they are, they are never excluded, shamed, or belittled for that fact. It’s giving up standards that held the world together in a different time and accepting a new set to fit our modern day and age society without hindering our complete and inevitable potential. 

"Gender" and it's "Things"

Gender -  That can be an amazing word.  That can be a term that can me so much to someone or so little to another.  It can be associated with genitals and mentally thought of as well.  Gender is just a whole of a person or not a person or all.  Growing up; gender doesn't seem like that big of a deal until you hit that wall.  That wall being the day you literally sit down and think about yourself.  Think about your experiences.  Where you are from? What got you to be who you are?  Most folks, never question this.  "Gender" in fact they probably never think about it or write it.

   You then have Trans* folks.  Gender is really all we have.  It's simply the most important thing we cling to because of the single fact that we never have been more sure of something; until we discover we are not who we thought we where.  We fight tooth and nail to be valid to not only ourselves but to the world.  Only because the world is a dick and puts you in boxes.  When really all you want to do is be who you want to be.  Gender, it's a world that means so much to a community that we would riot for it (Stonewall), We would write about it (Thus, as I am now).  We never really understand Gender until you finally put yourself outside of it.  Meaning that when you are biologically born male and you don't feel male.  You literally feel like you project yourself out of your body and feel as though, you are watching a shell walk about. A shell that covers really who you are.  It's a mask, not a funny mask.  It's like that picture of the crying clown in "The Sims" game.  You don't want it there, you just hang it because it was the hand you where dealt.  Until finally you go "Fuck it! I'm Trans*" and you make strides and run hurdles until you make it what you will.  You make you who you are.
    Spectrum's  Gender is a who fuck ton of Spectrum's   You either take the "variations" a spectrum has and associate with "Male" or "Female".  Though, you have Expression as well... THAT'S a whole another Spectrum... In which you display what you think "Male" or "Female" looks like.  Thus, Gender Identity and Expression don't even look like you would imagine them because each person sees it different!  This is a whole fuck ton of awesome!  Why you ask?  Because, fuck norms!  People can honestly be who they are.  They are themselves.  Spectrum's prove this.  You should see what people do with Gender! It's either what you would imagine a stereotypical person to look like or something you'd never imagine. Either way, I fucking support it.  Remember, that you are who you are.  Spectrum's are just a shit ton of "What does this feel like to me and fuck what someone else thinks!"  Remember that!
   People can just fall on different parts of a spectrum.  Mix of "Male" and/or "Female" or just "Male" and/or "Female".  It's a personal choice that each individual in this world has.  Only because you have people who take gender into their own hands are counted as the Gender Rebels in my book.  Just because you go out and do what you do to be who you are.  Yeah, that stupid teenager is laughing at you or the woman is giving you that snarled look.  You know what you think when you look back. You go "You're upset by what you see.  That's perfectly fine. I'm going to be over here doing what I am doing NOT bothered by you.  Why am I not bothered?  Just because I am Trans* and sure as fuck as happy with who I am."
    Thinking about "Gender" should be positive no matter the person just because not everyone thinks long and hard about gender.  It's a privilege to be Trans*.  Remember that!  It's a privilege to have the thought process you have.  Not everyone has that, and it's refreshing, new, and just a shit ton of fucking trans*cending of norms.  That's what I like to think about it.  You just keep up what you are doing you Gender Rebel.  Just because little Suzie isn't going for it, you gotta work it!

Monday, November 26, 2012

He/She/They

    A couple days ago I was asked a very interesting question that I have not been asked before.  I've only been on a Gender-queer exploration of my body now for over a year, and the good thing is that it's been a blast.  Something that has just let me launch myself up and over the moon.  In a sense it's the most fulfilling thing I have done in the longest of times.  Which is just tops.  Anyway, you are probably wanting me to elaborate on the question.
  "So, since you go by He, She, and They pronouns.  Does that means you switch it up every so often?"  In a sense I can understand how someone would think that.  Which, I honestly would think the same thing and even am intrigued by that question myself.  So... the main question I have is "How do I actually control the pronouns and how do I even further let them know it's okay to say any of them?"  My pronouns are in a sense just He/She pronouns to folks.  I have yet to have a single person go to say they.  Only because the world is cruel and people assume pronouns.  We all know this in the Trans* community.  It's just... a horrid common occurrence.  I know you agree with me!
    They have assumed my pronouns because my presentation is usually either Masculine and Feminine most of the time.  I'm still working on the Gender-queer presentation.  I've walked around with full make up and gorgeous hair, girly clothes and no titties.  I have always walked around with a full bread, make up, male clothes and tits in.  In that sense though, I love the "Shock Factor" of the people who look at you and go "Wow, you are gorgeous."  Then, they peer at you as though they cannot find your tits and want to know if you are boy or girl (this is apparently a huge turn on for many folks) OR you get the people who stray from you because the fact you have upset the gender norms.
    So, if I look "Male" or "Female" I get that assumption put on me.  So,  if you do not know someone preferred Pronoun you assume it... correct?  NO!  You either resort to "They" as a back up or you ask them their preferred Pronoun.  The latter of the two is always nice to have.
    The main question though is simply "How do you honestly get a they?"  Which, I have found that I either do not divulge my Preferred Pronoun (PP) or I tell that person I would love to go by "They".  Other than that.  Most people know me as "He" or "She" because of my presentation or because I have just started going to "They" over the past year.  Also, tomorrow is the anniversary of going by He/She/They.  November 28, 2012 will make a year! HUZZAH!
     When it comes to the main question of the entire blog.  I really cannot put in words how I do it.  I just accept what people say and move on.  If they choose either of the options I present that is fine, because that is just how I like it.  I'm literally inclusion in human form!

~Tegan Rowan Stryker

P.S. "Ghost" by Dragonette was playing during the entire blog writing process on repeat.  That song = AMAZING.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Running with Spools!

   Obviously, we all wear clothes. Unless you were just born, a nudist, or you are copulation.   Do you ever wonder why clothes are the sizes they are or even way you have to buy a size that may be considered “Plus Size”, “Large”, and “Extra - Large”?  What designates whether clothes are either “Male” or “Female”?  The questions are quite simple to ask yourself, if, you ever bring them up.  Most people blindly buy clothes, as they are a necessity to be clothed in society.  It’s crazy to not have clothes. I wear them, your siblings, friends, and family wears them as well…  Your Mother naked; Eck.             

       Anyway, you know that clothing is tailored to specific measurements made by measuring mannequins that are of the average sizes.  “Small”, “Medium”, and “Large” are examples of this.  Though, the averages are never the same for all sizes. As the manufacturer of the clothes can set the parameters of any size they want “Small”, “Medium”, or “Large” to be.  It’s by their discretion.  Meaning, you can make “Small” as little in number as you want, or make “Large” as big as you want.  It is not fair subject people who wear your clothing to the standards, which a person feels like setting them too.  No wonder we have such a problem with self-esteem in American culture at the moment. All because an industry that feeds on the aesthetic appeal of the people who fall victim to their standards, live up too.  This industry should be standardized across the board.  A woman should not have to buy a “9” in one size and a “32” in another size.  Just because we feel that the Metric System and Standard (Imperial) should coexist.   Cannot we use a standard scale that caters to both sexes and is not offensive?  You may ask yourself “How is it offensive?”  It’s simple.  The clothing industry is allowed to tell the public that sizes above a certain number (that they set yearly) can be considered “Plus Size”.  Why?  It’s horrible to say that someone is over weight because they buy a certain type of clothing.  Many factors contribute to weight.  No industry has the right to make this a way to feed on people’s images.
                We have models, wives to be, and teenagers going to prom that fight to lose weight to fit in a dress that is smaller than they are.  They diet to make it work.  Why? Easily said: Because the standards of images in the world and in American culture are to be skinnier than the rest. Otherwise, you are overweight or “Large”.  This may or may not be the case.  Just, you do not need a collective group telling you to what to wear and how to wear it.  You should live up to your own standards and rules.  Otherwise, you are living to standards that change almost daily. The main fact of it all is that this industry has never been told to have a standard that they should live up too.  We should make clothing Uni-sexual.   This is an easy way to deal with the offensive nature of what clothes contribute too.

Step One: Get rid of all “Small”, “Medium”, and “Larges” type sizing.  The reason why?  They are based on an average sizing scale set by the manufacturer and not standardized.

Step Two:  Eliminate the both “Male” and “Female” sizes for clothing and start from scratch.

Step Three: Measure a collective group of people in every age group we use for demographics.  Why? Because this will give you the averages that are honest and in no way can be lied about.  We measure these with the Metric system and not the Standard.

Step Four: Produce clothing in numbers that are congruent with the waist, bust, shoulder, and hip sizes.  This way, no matter the size of them, you can find the correct sizing always.  Numbers should start from the smallest average size and go to the largest average size, then fill all numbers in-between.

Step Five: Make sure that Toddler and Baby clothing lines continue to exist as they are considered uni-sexual already.  No tampering with their sizing is needed.

Step Six: Produce clothing and regardless of the sex or gender let people shop for their sizes.  This way, all clothing is standardized, uni-sexual, and no longer offensive to the persons of the world.

It’s really that simple.  You can easily begin the process and phase it in when all tests are completed.   It will be a large overhaul, but, think about how long people have been making tailor made clothing for people of different weights and sizes for years. We can bring back the tailors and seamstresses and give them a job market to fill.  Jobs would be available as well as a staple in life.  It’s beneficial all the way around.
                This does not mean a large overhaul of the Fashion/Clothing industry is needed. I do not want to hider the making or production of clothing; dismantle the establishment “Logo” by “Logo”.  I want nothing more than to allow the industry to prosper, with this system we eliminate the mainstream image that is put on people.  Regardless of your weight and size, you’d have no problem finding what you needed to wear to be yourself.  We are all equal with this system.  It completely stops the segregation of gender/sex in clothing, makes it easier to shop for your ideal sizes that perfectly fit you.  Imagine finding pants that fit you the correct way and no longer having to make the decision “Do I want the extra room in the back, but have my hips fit right?”  You would be perfect because you’d have the correct measurement to wear.  It would be comfortable to wear as well as to be seen in.  Both sides of being physically attractive in your clothing as well as self-satisfied in your clothing are achieved.
                In this document I do not wish to offend as much as to educate on why things would be better in a world that accepted that gender/sex existed but was not made to make the people of the world conform to the standards it sets.  We can be our own persons and exist easily as ourselves.