Anatomy and Identity
I remember when I was an early elementary-school aged child, old enough to have gotten the "where do babies come from" talk but too young to have picked up on the notion that when I got older I'd have a craving for that, an appetite for that activity. An interest in doing that for reasons other than wanting to become a parent. So we're talking a stretch of time when I was between 5 and 11 years old.
I can see where the following paragraph might be TMI, so consider yourself warned, but...well... I had a secret perversion back then, despite being a notoriously squeaky-clean prissy and prudish kind of kid. I was fascinated by where girls pee from. Their shapes, right there, where they were physically constructed differently from me. I wasn't the kind of eight-year-old who likes telling stories about bathroom functions, or making fake fart sounds with my armpits or by flowing through pieces of paper. I didn't scrawl four-letter words on bathroom stalls. So this was embarrassing to me. To find that I liked catching a glimpse of girls where I could see their anatomical shapes, like if they were wearing pants or shorts, or swim suits or ballet leotards. Or underwear. I was surreptitious about it, keeping it a total secret, never telling anyone, because although I didn't think it was hurting anyone, I sure didn't want people to know I was a kinky pervert.
I was embarrassed back then because I thought it was just me and had no idea what it meant. By the time I started attending junior high as a 7th grader, that part was no longer so. I got it. Sexual appetite, okay, that makes sense! And it was expected, and girls and boys would start dating and all that.
I'm bringing this up for a reason.
The mainstream trans and nonbinary message these days is very much about "what you've got between your legs doesn't matter and doesn't count and isn't anybody's business". You know -- because if you were born with a vagina but you're a man, the vagina part doesn't make you less of a man. Or your body came equipped with a penis, but you're one of the girls, and the penis doesn't invalidate your identity or your femininity. And so on.
But I don't feel included or taken into account by that message.
I was definitely one of the girls growing up. All during that same time frame, elementary-aged child, I liked who the girls were and admired them, and aspired to be just as good as they were in the ways that count. Being self-regulated, a mature person responsible for her own behavior. Being patient, even-tempered, being able to behave within the rules and color within the lines, to be a good student and a good citizen and not a bad rule-breaking coarse crude violent brainless jerk like the majority of the boys. I was told I acted like a girl; this was supposed to make me stop it or prove I was as "boy" as anyone, but my attitude was "yeah, so? they're doing it right!" So: femme or sissy or girl, that was me.
But skippng ahead to adolescence, once there was a prospect of actually acting on those "gee I'm fascinated by your girl parts" feelings, those sexual-appetite feelings, well, I was only going to be comfortable expressing that if it was going to be a mutual thing. The girls were pretty vocal and emphatic about finding it creepy when boys were only interested in them as sexual possibilities. That selfish boys who didn't care if the interest was mutual were annoying. I didn't want to be thought of as being like those boys -- as being different from these girls, the people that I emulated and admired -- so yeah, if these feelings were going to be openly acknowledged, they had to be mutual, and that specifically meant that my parts needed to evoke within them the same fascination and appetite that I felt for them and theirs.
Maybe as a society we're too focused on finding someone with the designated Right Set of Genitals to partner with, I'll grant that. But I don't particularly want to find someone who will like me as a person and shrug and decide she doesn't care about my physical configuration. Because I can't reconcile that with her having a craving for someone with a configuration like the one I've got. I don't mind if she also gets the hots for people of a different contour. Also find broad-chested big-jawed guys hot and cute? Sure, why not? Also get turned on by female people with perky breasts and deep throat hollows and green eyes? No problem, I can relate! But she better have an erotic response to slender wiry longhaired bearded male-bodied persons, whatever else may be appealing to her.
A lot of gay and lesbian people say it matters to them too. That their identity is not about "I don't discriminate based on people's reproductive morphology, I'll do anyone equally if I find them to be appealing people", but is instead about "in contrast to the expectation that I've the hots for the conventionally opposite sex, I totally don't and have a same-sex erogenous interest instead".
I am sorry if it hits you as transphobic, or binary, or genitally obsessed, for me to care that people know what merchandise I come with. I do understand that many people don't have a single physical design that they find sexually appealing, and I also understand that many intersex people and transgender people don't want partners who "chase" folks with their specific physiology because of a fetishistic obsession for that. I, on the other hand, do. Hope you're okay with that.
I won't rule out the possibility that I need to listen and learn things from you. But only if you're going to listen and learn from me, and maybe modify the message to make me feel less erased by it. I don't wish to fit in, indistinguishably, with the female people and to be thought of as a woman like any other woman. That's not where I'm at. I'm not a transgender woman, I'm a genderqueer sissy femme male person.
And I seem to have been born this way.
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My book, GenderQueer: A Story From a Different Closet, has been published by Sunstone Press. It is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble in paperback and ebook, and as ebook only from Apple, Kobo, and directly from Sunstone Press themselves.
My second book, That Guy in Our Women's Studies Class, is also being published by Sunstone Press. It's a sequel to GenderQueer. It's expected to be released in early 2022. Stay tuned for further details.
Links to published reviews and comments are listed on my Home Page
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I can see where the following paragraph might be TMI, so consider yourself warned, but...well... I had a secret perversion back then, despite being a notoriously squeaky-clean prissy and prudish kind of kid. I was fascinated by where girls pee from. Their shapes, right there, where they were physically constructed differently from me. I wasn't the kind of eight-year-old who likes telling stories about bathroom functions, or making fake fart sounds with my armpits or by flowing through pieces of paper. I didn't scrawl four-letter words on bathroom stalls. So this was embarrassing to me. To find that I liked catching a glimpse of girls where I could see their anatomical shapes, like if they were wearing pants or shorts, or swim suits or ballet leotards. Or underwear. I was surreptitious about it, keeping it a total secret, never telling anyone, because although I didn't think it was hurting anyone, I sure didn't want people to know I was a kinky pervert.
I was embarrassed back then because I thought it was just me and had no idea what it meant. By the time I started attending junior high as a 7th grader, that part was no longer so. I got it. Sexual appetite, okay, that makes sense! And it was expected, and girls and boys would start dating and all that.
I'm bringing this up for a reason.
The mainstream trans and nonbinary message these days is very much about "what you've got between your legs doesn't matter and doesn't count and isn't anybody's business". You know -- because if you were born with a vagina but you're a man, the vagina part doesn't make you less of a man. Or your body came equipped with a penis, but you're one of the girls, and the penis doesn't invalidate your identity or your femininity. And so on.
But I don't feel included or taken into account by that message.
I was definitely one of the girls growing up. All during that same time frame, elementary-aged child, I liked who the girls were and admired them, and aspired to be just as good as they were in the ways that count. Being self-regulated, a mature person responsible for her own behavior. Being patient, even-tempered, being able to behave within the rules and color within the lines, to be a good student and a good citizen and not a bad rule-breaking coarse crude violent brainless jerk like the majority of the boys. I was told I acted like a girl; this was supposed to make me stop it or prove I was as "boy" as anyone, but my attitude was "yeah, so? they're doing it right!" So: femme or sissy or girl, that was me.
But skippng ahead to adolescence, once there was a prospect of actually acting on those "gee I'm fascinated by your girl parts" feelings, those sexual-appetite feelings, well, I was only going to be comfortable expressing that if it was going to be a mutual thing. The girls were pretty vocal and emphatic about finding it creepy when boys were only interested in them as sexual possibilities. That selfish boys who didn't care if the interest was mutual were annoying. I didn't want to be thought of as being like those boys -- as being different from these girls, the people that I emulated and admired -- so yeah, if these feelings were going to be openly acknowledged, they had to be mutual, and that specifically meant that my parts needed to evoke within them the same fascination and appetite that I felt for them and theirs.
Maybe as a society we're too focused on finding someone with the designated Right Set of Genitals to partner with, I'll grant that. But I don't particularly want to find someone who will like me as a person and shrug and decide she doesn't care about my physical configuration. Because I can't reconcile that with her having a craving for someone with a configuration like the one I've got. I don't mind if she also gets the hots for people of a different contour. Also find broad-chested big-jawed guys hot and cute? Sure, why not? Also get turned on by female people with perky breasts and deep throat hollows and green eyes? No problem, I can relate! But she better have an erotic response to slender wiry longhaired bearded male-bodied persons, whatever else may be appealing to her.
A lot of gay and lesbian people say it matters to them too. That their identity is not about "I don't discriminate based on people's reproductive morphology, I'll do anyone equally if I find them to be appealing people", but is instead about "in contrast to the expectation that I've the hots for the conventionally opposite sex, I totally don't and have a same-sex erogenous interest instead".
I am sorry if it hits you as transphobic, or binary, or genitally obsessed, for me to care that people know what merchandise I come with. I do understand that many people don't have a single physical design that they find sexually appealing, and I also understand that many intersex people and transgender people don't want partners who "chase" folks with their specific physiology because of a fetishistic obsession for that. I, on the other hand, do. Hope you're okay with that.
I won't rule out the possibility that I need to listen and learn things from you. But only if you're going to listen and learn from me, and maybe modify the message to make me feel less erased by it. I don't wish to fit in, indistinguishably, with the female people and to be thought of as a woman like any other woman. That's not where I'm at. I'm not a transgender woman, I'm a genderqueer sissy femme male person.
And I seem to have been born this way.
-----
My book, GenderQueer: A Story From a Different Closet, has been published by Sunstone Press. It is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble in paperback and ebook, and as ebook only from Apple, Kobo, and directly from Sunstone Press themselves.
My second book, That Guy in Our Women's Studies Class, is also being published by Sunstone Press. It's a sequel to GenderQueer. It's expected to be released in early 2022. Stay tuned for further details.
Links to published reviews and comments are listed on my Home Page
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