|—||What I think when I read mainstream coverage of trans people (via amydentata)|
A lot of people, usually cis people, if they think of it at all, think of dysphoria as sadness. It isn’t, not always.
Sometimes dysphoria is rage. It is white-hot rage; it runs molten through your veins, it chokes you, it nettles your eyes and coalesces hot and hard in the hollow of your chest, until your ribcage is a cage indeed, until your ribcage is a fucking volcano and it is about to blow, and the eruption will be screaming - not screaming curses and not screaming rants, just screaming, a senseless voiceless cataclysm of anger and when it cools and hardens it is despair, but it is not despair made of sadness, it is despair made of all that fury, because fury takes energy and not even volcanoes have enough energy to always be erupting. It’ll erupt again, though, it’s the seismic movement of your being against the world outside, and you’ll want to punch things but then you’ll think about it and you won’t, you won’t, you won’t because if you punch something it will show how weak your arms are, how fucking WEAK your arms are when they are supposed to be strong, strong as steel cables, strong as oceans, strong as your mind but they aren’t, they are your stupid fucking failing body that is supposed to be what it is not, no, that isn’t supposed to be what it is.
Sometimes that is dysphoria. Not as fucking pretty as quiet, poetic mournfulness at the unwanted softness of your breasts, now, is it?
fuck yes this
- be thin
- have a vagina
- give birth
- cook for you
- have long hair
- wear makeup
- have sex with you
- be feminine
- be graceful
- be fashionable
- wear pink
- love men
- be the media’s idea of perfection
- listen to your bullshit
Preach it sisters!
… need to take a seat. Because pretty much everything CAFAB trans* people in general and trans* men in particular ever complain about is peanuts.
The thing about peanuts is that they are very real, but they are also very small. They only seem like a big deal when they’re the biggest thing on your plate, and when you’re also too self-centered to see how small your problems are compared to everyone else’s problems. Trans men are not the only group this applies to, but they’re the group that gets on my nerves more than any other.
CAFAB trans* people are disrespected and misgendered. CAMAB trans* people are assaulted and murdered.
CAFAB trans* people are slightly less likely to be promoted than cis men. CAMAB trans* people are routinely fired for being trans.
CAFAB trans* people get to play Shroedinger’s Gender, accessing both male-only and female-only spaces as they please. CAMAB trans* people are forcibly excluded from both male and female spaces.
And so on, and so forth.
In fact, many of the ways in which CAFAB trans* people claim to be oppressed are flat out made up. This makes it important to critically question any claim of oppression made by a CAFAB trans* person; a lot of them are actually, “How dare you deny me the male privilege I’m entitled to!”, not actual oppression.
For example, take the common claim that “CAFABs are invisible in the media”. In reality, CAFABs actually enjoy a near-total monopoly on positive media attention; pretty much every positive portrayal of trans* people in mainstream media centers on CAFAB trans* people, whereas pretty much every negative portrayal is focused against CAMAB trans* people.
Take a seat, guys.