Gender roles kind of piss me off. More so now than they used to, but they never, ever settled well with me.
I've had exactly one sexual partner. Gender role was a big freaking deal to her, something I never fulfilled for her. Her reaction to that was to be emotionally and verbally abusive, to constantly cheat on me, lie to me, and then choose that exact moment while we were having sex to tell me about other affairs, other men, and how they were better than me. When she did want to go along with something I wanted to try, something that felt... right... to me... it didn't. Sparing details for the sake of TOS, it hurt, she didn't seem to care at all about what she was doing to me, and when I asked her to stop initially, she didn't. I had to start screaming and waking people up before she finally did, and afterwards, she was colder to me than she had ever been. It was the night I knew I had to end things with her.
A few years later, I start talking to this really religious type. I've had on and off trists with faith over the years, and she was someone I met at the beginning of my final round with trying to be of the faith before just giving up. So, I tell her that I'm really not comfortable with the church's take on gender roles. I don't want to be the "head" of a family. I saw what that kind of power trip did to my dad, and I don't want to end up like that. I also don't think it's a man's place to "lead" a family. I want a marriage that's a partnership of equals, and a woman who knows what she wants and is okay with the fact that I'm just not this macho... thing. So she just FREAKS, going on and on about how we couldn't work because God says this and God says that, and quoting Books of Paul (which, these days, is about the quickest way to get me to stop even pretending to think you have a point worth validating, but back then was just one of the many ways the faith would seriously deflate me). Obviously, this didn't work.
Its come up in other, smaller ways all throughout my life, too. To this day, people see me as a guy and automatically think I care about sports, then actually get indignant when I shrug and tell them I'm really not into that, so much. And I mean, indignant to the point that it's like I just insulted their politics or religion, all because I don't give a flying toss that, for a recent example, OSU won the whole college football whatever. Which, okay, I guess, but it's this expectation that because I'm supposedly "male" to them, I have to fit into this box of what they think "male" is. And I just don't. I don't even want to. If given the choice to just become a girl, press a button and *BAM* done, I would. No question. Like, not even a thought. But if I never had that option, if transition was completely impossible, I wouldn't ever want to conform to that macho BS male stereotype. It makes me physically ill just thinking about, and I hate that I let myself care about that for so damn long.
The worst part of this, however, seems to be this thread of transphobia among men, even men that are seemingly tolerant about everything else. Like, "why would you ever WANT to be a woman?" Then there's the assumption that being MTF also means you're sexually interested in men, and that you might as well just stay a guy and be gay because, like, "tolerance". Except... if that "instant girl" button was there, you couldn't stop me from hitting it, you know? This goes beyond just wanting to wear dresses and makeup. This isn't just some kink thing. Plus... my sexual identity's never been a question for me. If I'd been born the right gender, I'd be on some gay support board right now, talking up another complete world of issues I'd have because of stupid freaking gender roles.
Because no matter how this works out, I just don't fit into these simple little boxes. And I hate that these boxes exist at all, because it feels like the world would be a hell of a lot better without them. The idea of transition itself is starting to feel like just another box, that in order to be seen as a girl, I have to have hormones and surgery, and I don't know if I want all of that. Some, maybe. I'd love to not have all this body hair, especially the chest and back hair. I actually just noticed this week, I have really hairy arms. I actually feel like a freaking Hobbit, because it's even on my toes and fingers. Not a whole lot, but more than any girl I've ever seen. The bottom dysphoria's become more real to me, lately, but that's also in part because of all the work I've had done just to keep my urinary tract open, and just being tired of surgery. Which kind of taints my view of SRS, right now, because it just seems like I'd need even more surgical maintenance. Dilatation kind of scares me.
I don't know. I just wish I didn't have to concern myself so much with having to conform to a bunch of arbitrary rules just to be seen as the girl I am.