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This Twitter post, and the replies, hit me hard this morning.
https://twitter.com/EmmettComix/status/1458534462522859526?s=20
I have never seen this side of cis masculinity. (Affirmation and inclusion are not stereotypically offered by cis dudes to persons who look like me, no matter the topic.)
I am realizing that if a friend is someone who would be supportive and welcoming about something that's that deeply important to me, then I currently have zero cis dude friends among the people I hang out with.
Knowing why doesn’t make it sting less.
https://twitter.com/EmmettComix/status/1458534462522859526?s=20
I have never seen this side of cis masculinity. (Affirmation and inclusion are not stereotypically offered by cis dudes to persons who look like me, no matter the topic.)
I am realizing that if a friend is someone who would be supportive and welcoming about something that's that deeply important to me, then I currently have zero cis dude friends among the people I hang out with.
Knowing why doesn’t make it sting less.
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I am finding I'd like some minor elements of physical transformation, but they're mainly about personal convenience. If I could get my chest obliterated that'd be super. (But I'll never pass, no matter how much work I get done, and that's not a goal anyway.)
Thing is, I'm not a man, really. Sure, I'm far more male than my body looks. But I'm not "a man". What I would love is some confirmation and affirmation from the people around me that they don't see me as a woman. I so strongly resemble one and have been treated as one all my life that I crave the affirmation that I'm not one.