Eggs and Gender

Gender is weird.

It’s such a social construct yet our society has been built on it on such a fundamental level that to most it’s a huge deal for most people to even consider changing from the gender they’ve been assigned. It’s an even bigger deal because of all the genocidal language that’s getting thrown around by neofascists about trans people as of late.

Which, of course, means it’s a great time to resume the questioning I’ve been doing on and off for the last 5 years! Totally not dangerous at all! (I mean, it’s really not all thar dangerous for me, thankfully. I’m living in a rather left-leaning community in Canada, which is generally considered one of the best countries to be queer in. Unfortunately, right next door to the south is one of the worst countries to be trans in in the western world right now. Republicans are using all sorts of rhetoric to try and villify them. The scary part is that, for a lot of the conservatives in america, it’s working. Fear sells for a lot of people, and it’s hard to pull people out of it a lot of the time.

With all of these things considered, it is, of course, a great time for an eggshell to start cracking. This round of questioning was kicked off when I watched Everything Everywhere All At Once and got to see the absolute icon known as Jobu Tupaki. A character who I genuinely still can’t tell if I find hot or want to look like. I’ve spent a lot of time over the past few days checking out some trans meme subreddits (why do trans people always have the best memes, anyways? It’s unfair,) and consuming content about being transfemme. And interestingly, my mind isn’t really all that adverse to it.

Am I trans?

I don’t know yet.

Am I bothered by questioning?

No. It’s always a good thing to question.

Do I wish I had a goth pleated skirt?

Yes, don’t all cis men wish this?

Anyways, just a quick little ramble. See y’all next time.

update: 2023-04-27 - update here