Quote from: sparrow on February 06, 2016, 01:36:31 AM
ack ack ack I feel forced into the closet and it's put me back into that weird, uncomfortable boymode again
I'm sorry to hear that! I hate when I get in that mode, but it seems to be happening less in the last few weeks. Something has just been changing in me and I'm learning to accept that I am who I am and I like what I like.
I just spent a week in New Orleans at Mardi Gras with my girlfriend. We stayed with my uncle and his partner and it was the best week. For the first time in forever I found myself rarely thinking about my gender and just being myself. I did a little makeup each day, painted my nails and even wore a feminine shirt or two and wound up feeling great the majority of the time. I got several compliments on my nails, on Mardi Gras day I did my eyes and red lipstick for my costume and my uncles partner told me my makeup looked great, and one day when my girlfriend and I were sitting by the sidewalk we even got called "girls" by a guy walking by handing out pamphlets. It was great fun and a real confidence booster.
I find the more I just "do me" with my gender expression the more confidence I build. Especially when it's noticed and I'm complimented on it, but the fact is (at least in my recent experiences, I also consider myself lucky to have not come across that ->-bleeped-<- that talks ->-bleeped-<- to me yet) that the majority of people either don't really notice, or don't say anything to me.
I'm also in a unique place where I'm just trying to tell myself that because I fit in such a unique space on the non-binary spectrum that I need to not worry so much about pronouns etc because I'll most likely be misgendered the majority of the rest of my life. It seems to be going okay with this mindset, but at the same time being called "sir" still kills me sometimes. And my uncle also said something on Facebook referring to me as "now a man" versus a child and that got under my skin. He's one of the few people I've come out to because we've always felt really close even though he lives several thousand miles away, and I know he struggled with coming out as gay around my age. I think I just haven't properly explained to him what being transgender means to me. So I can't really be mad at him for this type of thing because I think I've yet to adequately explain to him my situation. I at least know I'm heading in that direction with I him, and he accepts me regardless. I suppose it's gonna take time for anyone you love to fully understand what you're going through, if they ever will understand, the most important thing is acceptance.
This is turning out way longer than I expected but I guess its flowing today because I haven't posted in a couple weeks. What I'm getting at though, is that being in New Orleans during Mardi Gras there was a specially feeling in the air. I got to be part of a parade and it was the first time I felt one with a large group of people for the first time in I could not even tell you how long. Being there, where there is so much uniqueness in both appearance and spirit I came to realize that every single "societal norm" and expectation built by this idea of "normal" is a complete and utter bull->-bleeped-<- construct. We are who we are. There's masculine things out there, there's feminine things out there and there's things that fall in between. It's up to us on an individual level to decide what we like, what we want and where we'd like to fit in!
Prior to this trip and the realization that started sprouting from it, even though I wasn't feeling all that great about myself often times, I was still pushing myself to do the things I wanted to do, no matter how insecure I was feeling about it. Now that I've returned home I find I'm actually starting to take pride in doing these little things that are starting to set me outside of the norms of masculinity, because quite frankly being a part of the white male patriarchy sickens me, so it feels really awesome to begin feeling like I'm in fact NOT a part of it. I've been using Bobby pins and hair clips in my hair, wearing more jewelry and even wore my nails painted with colors other than black to work for the first time ever. And honestly it feels great.
So do your best to tell yourself that you're NOT trapped in the closet if you don't want to be. I know this is easier said than done, but pushing myself and allowing myself to just start being me and seeing what happens has definitely benefited me to this point. Sure there's the down days but we all get em. You just got to push through and wake up tomorrow seeing it as a new day to just be you.
At least for me, it's been more about shedding the mask than coming out of the closet. I feel I've been holding my true self in for so long to the point that my costume was going to burst at the seams, my mask was about to fall off and my act was about to be recognized as a sham. The best feeling is that you are removing your costume, losing the mask and dropping your act. Coming out to the people you love and care about will come in due time, you may lose people, you may not, but if they choose to go because you're being who you are then that's solely on them. The rest of the people just simply don't matter. It's easier to say this than live it, but it's none of their business why you do or don't paint your nails/ do makeup, or why your wearing "men's"clothing or "women's" clothing. It's just clothing. We all have to wear it and we should all have the right to decide what we want to wear on any given day!
For your own sake, don't be afraid to be you! Whoever that may be. Sparrow, I truly hope you and everyone else here get to experience the feelings I have been recently. That what your gender is shouldn't matter all that much, and only you can ever know what it really is. Only who you are as a person should matter. As long as you're not hurting anyone you're doing just fine. Defining your gender doesn't hurt anyone but you, and only when the gender you're defining is not who you really are. Hope this all helps!
Much love,
Ry
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