I am not really sure how these forums are supposed to function, but I have struggled with gender identification (and sexuality, but I don't even want to begin to think about that) for a long time. So, I decided that it was time to reach out and find some sort of social community that shared in my genderqueer status. I know that the typical advice for someone who is struggling with gender identification is to go and see a gender therapist. I can't do that, I have actually tried. I clam up, forget how to use words, and basically have a full out anxiety attack because I am afraid of judgement. I then usually spin myself a little cocoon of lies and hide in it until I simply decided to stop going to therapy all together. But, this is an Internet forum tailored to my type of people. Even if anyone did get judgemental (which I highly doubt) I wouldn't have to see a face so I wouldn't care. Anyway, this will likely be long so buckle up, or don't read it. Typing it out will help anyway. (Though I am typing it out for the SECOND time because my iPad hates me, yeah I said iPad. So I don't know if it will help the second time)
I am going to be doing this backwards (because I do everything backwards) and start with the present and go backward. Hi there, I'm Travesty, and I am genderqueer. I think I am bi-gendered, but I am not entirely sure; hence why I am here. "Waking up on the wrong side of the bed" is kind of the best way to describe how I feel some mornings. Some mornings are fine. I get up and go about my day looking and feeling the gender I was born with: female. Other mornings are not so fine. I wake up and see my reflection and wonder who the hell that chick is who is staring back at me. It sure as hell isn't me. At least, it's not how I feel that I should look. These are normally the mornings where I want to curl up into a ball and cry. I don't, though. Well, not usually.
This morning was one of those mornings. Not one that I cried, no. But one where I wondered why I had to have female reproductive organs. Again, I didn't/don't look how I feel. I am very obviously feminine; wide hips, feminine facial features, fairly large (32 D-ish) breasts. So, unmistakably female. Because of this I very rarely try to express as a male, though I would like to. Most of my male expression adventures involved a lot of wrapping, taping, stuffing, and, eventually, giving up and crawling back into bed and staying there for the remainder of the day. Those adventures are from the first time I decided to explore my gender identity, though; a lot has changed since then. Hips got wider, breasts got bigger. Lovely.
I tried again today, though. Now, I don't know if it was because I woke up male(sounds strange, don't care, accurate descriptor) or because I woke up lazy; either way it was a feeble attempt at male expression that happened to work. All I did was throw on a way-too-big, very baggy shirt (<read 'frumpy mini dress') and a toque. Not nearly as fashionable as most of my attempts, so it was probably more provoked by the laziness than the maleness. I felt like I looked a bit more male, though. This feeling was confirmed when I arrived at school (a lovely career college with a wide variety of ages, races, etc). One of the women who I sometimes talk to looked at me and said "what the f*** are you supposed to be? You look like a boy!" It was said quite callously, but I think she meant it to come across as a joke. Not really sure. Either way, it made me happy. No one had ever said that I looked like a boy before, and I really liked it.
So, really, today could have been counted as a good day. It turned bad, of course. However that was because of a sexuality matter and I am not touching that right now, like I said. Anyway, I should probably mention that I have a 17 month old daughter who was conceived (not planned at all) during my first attempt at exploring my gender identity. I abandoned the exploration because I obviously couldn't be male if I was pregnant; I tried not to allow myself to feel male at all. Then, after I had her I was a mommy. Society states that mommy's are women and daddy's are men. Naive concept, I know, but it made me convince myself that I had to be a female, and only a female. However, I am a single parent, so doesn't that make me a daddy as well?
Her bio daddy is bi-gendered too. I met him when I was eighteen. It could have been my first functional (sexual) relationship. If life hadn't gotten in the way, that is. He was still in love with his ex, but I didn't really mind. He accepted me for all that I am (and that's a lot of all, trust me) and said that he loved me. That was good enough for me. I was undoubtedly in love with him. I think I still might be, though I might just be in love with the idea of him. We fit so well together; I was able to love him no matter which gender I felt that I was. Then I got pregnant and that was the end of that. I don't blame him for walking away, not at all. He wasn't parent material.
Before I met my kids dad I drifted from dysfunctional relationship to dysfunctional relationship, trying to keep myself convinced that I was solely female. This was high school and judgement was everywhere. So I hand picked the biggest, manliest (often quite a bit older) guys that I could find. 'Cuz, if I'm going to fem it up I may as well go all out, right? I have yet to have a heterosexual relationship (that lasted more than a month) where I haven't been cheated on. I blame on the fact that they're straight, even though I know it's cynical and untrue. The only other thing I can blame it on is me, and that just sucks. Though, it's probably true. I am pretty sure that people can sense when you are sleeping with them even though you aren't attracted to them. It probably even offends them a bit. But, I digress, we are stepping back into sexuality territory now.
Previous to high school I dated (almost) strictly women. There were a few very pretty boys thrown in too, but it was junior high so nothing really meant anything anyway. Pretending I was a lesbian (this sexuality talk is crucial to the story, therefore allowable) made my life simpler, though. I am attracted to women, sometimes. So it was feasible. Anyway, this was when I met Darla(may or may not be a real name, I am cryptic like that) and entered into my actual most functional (though mostly non sexual) relationship. I know that I am still in love this time; with the person not the idea of said person. We broke up in grade 10 because I wanted to see what dating a guy would be like. Stupidest thing I ever did. Anyway, as I began exploring my gender identity later on in live I felt it was strange that a lesbian relationship had been so functional. Don't know why I felt it was strange, just did. This feeling prompted me to get back in touch with Darla, though he goes by 'Angel' now. (That's right, Angel references. Not real names.) I can still very honestly say that I am in love with him, though.
Now, this provokes the question: "Travesty, why aren't you just talking to 'Angel' about this rather than strangers?" I'd love to, but can't. He is good friends with my kids dad. Small world, right? I shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't, can't and won't venture down that road to ruin. My brain and heart are confused enough, I really don't need to throw a (possibly more than 'a') person(people) that I am in love with into the mix. I saw 'Angel' once while I was pregnant and that was already way too much. Though that may have been the hormones.
Anyway. Time to wrap this up. Elementary is hazy for me, but what I remember of it was spent wishing I would turn into a boy. At one point I probably thought it was actually possible. My earliest memory (I was about four) is of playing 'doctor' with a boy from my neighbourhood. I think that's normal, right? Never mind. I remember asking why he got a penis and I didn't. Of course, I likely called it a 'wee wee' or some such, and it was probably just one of the darnedest things that kids say. On days like today, though, that question rings true. Because, unfortunately, that's what I want: a penis. Having breasts isn't really what bothers me, it's the uterus and internal sexual organs. The uterus did build me one damn cute kid, so I can't really hate it that much. I also know that I will never have a penis, so the desire doesn't matter. But, it will always be there. Well, on 'boy Travesty' days.
I have gone back and forth on getting a double mastectomy, but then there is the fear of hating my body when I am 'girl Travesty.' Because, for whatever reason, I am obsessed with them when I feel like a female. Can't please everyone, right? Then, of course, there is the cost. That is a pretty penny, I'll tell you that. Seeing as I am a college student, living on my own, surviving off of student loans and grants and a single parent I don't think I would be able to afford it for a long time.
Anyway, there is it. If you read it, awesome! If you didn't, well you won't be reading this either so I really don't have to say anything. It would be pretty cool to hear feedback/stories about how other people feel about being any kind of genderqueer, and how other people overcame their body issues. Hell, even a 'hey, man, it's going to be okay' would be pretty great. Anything would be appreciated.
-Travesty