Yeah, finishing stuff and the cat made me sort of "let go of it", but it came back last night because I was trying to think of a costume I could do for a temp job at a haunted house I got, and I couldn't help but gravitate right back to Francis, albeit a modified zombie version
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But again, this is a female playing a man who acts female, so it seems like a double-negative, but I really don't want it to be. It has made me suspicious that this androgyny thing for me has more than I want to do with escaping all that 2nd class-citizen stuff people talk about about females, which freaked me out because I kind of get it- that feeling of weird subtle messages about all those "dangerous" men who beat steal kill or rape seemed out to get you if you left the house past sundown, them and their big evil da-da-dummmmm! :oPatriarchy
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and the ever-popular "objectification", and the fact of telling myself that if what they said about wage gaps was true (my bf is a business major and said that it was contrary to popular belief averaged from there still being more house-wives than -husbands), then maybe I could pass as male to make sure I get all my money or so they wouldn't make me wear a stupid skirt because I like ties and refuse to wear a woman's skirt-suit after that lousy restaurant job! But trying to escape feminist paranoia (I'm prone to exaggerated fears) and being worried that I wouldn't be able to have good male friends (not that I really had much friends in college) because they might treat me different and/or I might act different out of fear of... (egotistical, I know).. someone else falling in love with me or vice versa, which would be bad as I'm attached and got really screwed up by my parents surprise amicable divorce when I was 18 because they fell in love with their friends- but I already faced that fire when I almost dumped my one and only bf (of 5 years) for this androgynous-seeming hippie. Ooh I hated him so much!! How dare he prance around in his long hair, free to swim in the pond topless because he didn't have stupid boobs like me...
I feel bad because I get angry that so much discussion on various transgender/androgyne topics is so m2f oriented that I still get all those weird feminist thoughts swirling in my head and making me feel spitefully hypocritical!
I have anger problems I guess, but I guess a lot of this has focused on my boobs because of the experience of when I was 4 and I think I was at preschool or something, but I was the only one not allowed to take my shirt off outside on that hot hot day while everyone else in that memory (I'm not sure about accuracy in such an old memory) did because they were boys, and if that doesn't send some kind of inferior freak message... It boils me some times, and at others I've just pushed it down because I'm supposed to try to decrease my anxiety and "let go" (I hate that phrase), but many times I've seen those jerks walking around like its no big thing because they're so damn safe being half naked in front of everyone, I just want to punch 'em! Counter-productive, huh?
So I feel like there's a fork in the road- a) do nothing but complain and get angry, maybe make some art and hope it changes something. b) find some kind of woman group and get some feminist protest thing, which would take more work than I want and probably just make it hurt more if there was rejection, and the idea of woman groups seem kinda sexist. I don't want to be a world-saving activist, I just want to move on to a good adult life and send my messages through art/writing c) get mine cut off, but that won't be helping other people or making any significant social progress (for myself or others), so I guess that could be an act of fear of socializing or failiure on my part. d) "get over it". well I don't want to. I guess I've made a bit of identity of it for better or worse. I'm not so sure what I want, and it seems unavoidable to talk about gender w/o going back to stereotypes. I can get very emotional in a counter-productive way, and in a stereotypical sense, that doesn't help. I naturally feel kind of weak- I am small, but I'm told that I'm very strong in heart. I don't want identifying androgyne for me to be contaminated by fear of all those misogynist boogiemen you hear about ala the news. Though I do want to relate to all kinds of people too. I don't know. It seems like such a social issue, and shouldn't identity be a bit separate as in one isn't supposed to care what others think? I guess it can't be so separated, realistically.
Thinking about really wanting validation for being an androgyne can get obsessive. Its not that I have GID, except earlier when I was examining such a possibility I did wish I could have the genetalia of both (but Freud already coined "penis-envy" so that doesn't look good for me, seeming I guess misogynist?) and thought to myself if they did such operations successfully I'd do it. But thinking and acting are totally different things. I'd examine myself just to see if there was something of even the tiniest detail that could prove maybe I was both, but of course there was none. Or earlier than that I wondered if there was any way to meditate in a way to increase testosterone or something. But these thoughts have happened only in the past few years. When I was a kid I'd never want short hair because I didn't want to look "like a boy". I guess I basically want validation, like when I turned out to be right about having OCD after all. But I don't know what the point is, since I hear how much that people are flexible nowadays and crap.
I get kind of mad because so many others seem to have a so much clearer idea of themselves, like classic TS's and stuff, or again even male androgynes (isn't it ironic how even the androgynes can get divided like that when it comes to past histories? kinda creepy) seem to have it easier to figure out if they're crossing the middle, as the whole girls wear pants and often play sports too and do the same sorts of things as guys now makes it a lot harder because instead of an androgyne, you'll just get something like "oh, you're a strong independant woman", and I like androgyne better, but maybe I'm not really androgynous, but to dissect that too much makes it all dissolve, which is supposed to be the point, but I'm, as people like to point out, "still young..." and trying to figure myself out and all, so that means I do want some labels to work off of.
Speaking of, I've tried to see what people see in dressing female. I'm confused. The clothes seem more creative and interesting and fun, and in high school I enjoyed them to a moderate extent because I was pleased with my trim form, and I can see why people would like to beautify themselves, but I just can't do that anymore. I feel like I should appreciate such "female priviledge" (as in getting no crap for dressing any way I want), but I don't that that much- only if I have to do costuming, but I feel like I'm throwing away something others really want. maybe that means I want to be a petty rebel or different (which has always equalled "special" to me, and seemed to be treated as better in my upbringing because my mom felt "different". Then I realized dividing people like that was childish.). My mom became a hermit for awhile lurking on gay newsgroups (she seemed to have depression and/or social phobia before the divorce) not because she was gay, but could somehow relate to them, and still did when starting clubbing later. Mom had some gender issues too, but not as much as mine and was satisfied with thinking of herself as "gender fluid" and looking pretty female, which I'm not doing. But I heard a lot from mom about gay people and injustice, and I remember sometimes I felt bad that I was hetero (I guess, I've only had one lover) because I felt like I was just another jerk in some big evil majority oppressor group and I was ashamed. I have that issue about race too... like its weird how women and blacks get compared a lot in terms of civil rights and equality issues, so as white and female, I kind of get both sides- I resent demonization of light skin color because of the evil things other stupid people have done, so I have to be paranoid that I never offend anyone and I have to feel like I'm part of some bad oppressor just because of my color and that I just want to go about my own life for now and am not an activist of some sort. But I also get feminist (things heard generally, not an overt topic I study) talk of subtle -isms because yeah sexy ladies on TV and all and subtle double-standard messages over time which people like to deny. It all gets maddening, and over all I'm so dichotomous within myself and sometimes contradictory, its weird.
Sorry, long, but in summation, how does one sort this stuff from being a wannabe or scared by talk of evil patriarchy and privilege, or that how do I tell when females can get away with so much in the androgyny department? And why do I keep caring? Its like I'll find any reason to keep it alive in me. I also get mad that lots of people that say so simply to "be yourself" and claim androgyny for themselves have been down the transexual route- they have physical traits to back their stance and/or have been in both social positions legitimately, so either way it seems more real than that time I said to my bf long ago that I thought I was androgynous inside, not a girl, because labels can be given and taken, but not so easily with the body. So coming from people that were qualified and dysphoric enough to actually get hormones or surgery, what does that mean to unaltered questioning me except that since its "the inside that counts" as people like to say, then that feels like a push not change or to just "get over it" and not fuss over the label I've been given since I must not want it enough. Ugh. Maybe its a symptom of wanting change in a time of my life too slowly transistioning to my adulthood too. ugh.