It seems like every time I get closer to an answer about what and who I am, someone pulls the rug out from underneath my feet. I don't know why, but, as of recently, I'm not nearly as connected to the trans community as I used to be, and it feels like most FTM goals are way different than mine now. There's this huge push for truly 'masculine' transmen, and those who aren't tend to get excluded. I don't enjoy traditionally 'masculine' things-- like My Little Pony, and female cosplay on occasion-- and people treat me like I'm not one of the real guys. It's awful, really, that liking one thing or another thing makes you a guy. So I've just... moved away from everyone around there, and have withdrawn into a small ball of Dre in order to question what it is I am. Again. Like I've always done.
If liking those sorts of things doesn't make me man enough, do I even want to be a man at all? And, if I don't want downstairs equipment to match a flat chest, will I never be considered a real guy? A lot of the transguys I've met elsewhere say yes, and it leaves me feeling dejected. I don't even know what to say besides the fact that it feels like they're taking my identity away from me, devaluing it. If that's what it takes to be a real guy, I've thought to myself, I don't want to be a guy after all. I don't want to do things that I don't like because people tell me that's what everyone else does. I want to do what I love.
I'm so confused, and ranting, and mostly sad. I was finally starting to get comfortable... I felt like I had a family to belong to, and now it's gone. I wish, sometimes, that it could be more simple. That I could be something easy rather than fighting with myself over what's right every day. I wish everything would slow down...