Well, it’s been a good run. You might’ve noticed my posts have been dropping off a little lately. Frankly, my work schedule has picked up and between the Wilma, 1812, Walnut St, and the union calls, I no longer have a lot of free time to spend fooling around on the internet. When I do get time off, I spend it outside, with friends, or relaxing on the couch with something beside my computer. And Mal comes back in a week so I know I won’t have any time between wanting to see them and the fact that I start working 8 am to 11 pm every day from the day she comes home for like two weeks.

 

HOWEVER. I’ve switched to tumblr. I resisted…for awhile. But I’ve given in. I can queue things. That makes my life so much easier. And I’m continually evolving…because I’ve recently come to a not so shocking yet life changing realization that I’ve told to….one person. Two, I guess?

 

So for more on that, you’ll still find a good landing here: http://anylandingisagoodlanding.tumblr.com/

Happy St Pat’s. This is turning into a great drinking song.

 

It’s spring or so I’m told,

I’m still dealing with this bitter cold outlook.

I used to be so young,

How did I get so old?

I can’t recall;

Nights of years have come and gone,

And almost several thousands dawns.

Ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk.

Our lovers move along and we just have to carry on, carry on;

One awkward silence to another,

Just gasping for air until we’re gone.

We strive tirelessly to find

What regrettably we left behind.

What will we miss about this season somewhere further down the line?

 

So what are we waiting for?

What a way to spend the weekend,

You’re a mess, I’m a bore.

All this worthless beauty,

All this useless youth,

We’re all losing our shit so it’s a damn good thing we’re full of it.

 

All of these hurried, dispassionate civilians, where the fuck are you going?

Are  we not bidding our time? You’re not exhausted?

Well, I guess only I am.

Such a poor excuse for the youthful, we who sit idly by.

This is the closest I’ll get to joyful noise,

If this is home, then I guess, I’ve arrived.

 

http://theallabout.bandcamp.com/track/carry-on-carry-on

Okay, so I know it’s been awhile, but I’ve been mulling over some shit, is all I can say. But I’ve noticed a remarkable sexual and emotional change within me because of my heavier involvement with BDSM. Not even necessarily the community or the “lifestyle” if you will, play parties and such. Not yet anyway. But no, currently it’s just by having that as my dominant (no pun intended) lens through which I have sex has changed me in positive ways. Allow me to start at the beginning.

In June of 2011, the day before I left for the boat, I met someone. We then had a casual, primarily sexually based relationship on a regular frequency until August of that year. Let’s call this person Mal. I’m not going to specify their gender, because the two terms are, frankly, inaccurate and limiting. They are more than that. Anyway, Mal asks me out in a backwards way, and we’ve been dating ever since.  And initially, when we met, she was a whole lot kinkier than I was, I”m ashamed to admit.

Now prior to this, I would say that I was mildly kinky. With E., well, let’s just say she made me associate BDSM play, particularly impact play, as actual violence. Myself being a very gentle human being, I talk a lot of shit but I generally avoid violence. So…immediate aversion. I got over that a little with E.V. A smack here and there. I did buy a nice pair of cuffs and collar during that time.

BUT. I was always the bottom. Except for one mishap where I topped but only in a very specific non-kinky narrow framework. Missionary or bust, no thank you.

Anyway, Mal can top quite well, but truly relishes in being a bottom. And I’ve come to embrace my inner top. Because it’s true. I like being in charge. I like giving orders and having them followed. And I feel as though I’ve come into myself.

It has a sort of transformative quality to it. We put on these roles to expose the things we truly desire. The things we can’t talk about in polite company. We ask another person to do perceived physical harm, but not for harm’s sake. And this requires trust above all else, to let someone so close, to be that vulnerable with someone. But I’m not punishing them out of violence or malice or hatred, only out of love and desire and caring. Because, I know they actually really like it. And I like that they like it.

And as I embrace my “inner top”, I feel more confident, more sure of myself in my daily life. It’s like this was maybe the facet I was missing from my life. Anyway, that’s all for now. I’ll be checking back in later, because I’m still unemployed. Got a few Wilma work calls coming up. We’ll see how that goes.

So my presence has been absent for awhile, I know. But I have a good reason! I graduated college (gasp!) and I accepted a position back on the A.J. Meerwald, from June to November. I’m only writing here now because I’ve got a few days off and ditched the small city of Bivalve, NJ. By small, I mean 6 people. The closest civilization is a Wawa about 7 miles away.

Pull out all the stops, we are coming home tonight.
A pair of old boxing gloves in a new fight.

So now I’m back at home, and trying to avoid the feeling of being trapped after so much happiness and freedom that the boat has already given me in my three weeks time there.

Every single scar, well it means something to me, as if life wrote down my history.

Where do I begin about the boat? This season, it’s drastically different. Okay, so that’s an exaggeration, but the crew is what makes the experience and they are very different. Less hippy, as Josh (current crew member) would say. The crew is primarily male, with the heavily tatted and often crude Josh; the brilliant but just as crude Jersey; “Super Seaman” Steve; Bakari, a friend of AJ’s and a crew member from last season after I left; and the token gay man, Mikey. Other than the guys, there’s Steph and Emily, Kat (from last season) and the cook, Danielle. Already some crew members have paired off, though I won’t name any names because they’re trying to be discreet.

Rollin with (part of) my crew

Bottles and road signs sound like tires on bent wheels,

Our hands and feet in ordinary thrills.

It’s unusual to be single. But intensely enjoyable. It gives me the time to not worry about taking care of another person and use all of my energy to take care of myself, something I stopped doing for quite awhile. It gives me the time to think about the rest of my life, who I want to be, where I want to be, what’s most important to me. I don’t have many answers yet, but sometimes it’s not about the answers, it’s about the questions.

When we unlocked all the doors, just so we could finally breathe.
Just so we could sew down these torn up sleeves.

Anyway, enough soul-searching, self-serving mumbo-jumbo….now back to life at sea. My bunk this year is in the uncomfortable place right next to the galley table; very little storage space, next to no privacy. I miss fore peak (foc’sle) living from last year, but I think part of it is that I really haven’t had the time to move into my bunk properly. I’ve been on the boat since June 3rd and I haven’t spent one night sleeping in my bunk. I spend most of my nights in the vastly more comfortable and better ventilated crew house, where the crew likes to get riotously drunk or at least have a beer before bed while watching an inane comedy or ridiculous horror movie.

This roof could be my bed
Blankets feel like the night sky, blankets feel better the heavier they get.

The food is fucking ridiculously good; we truly eat like kings with gourmet and international surprises at every meal. Though I do miss meat in my diet as the boat eats vegetarian. The work is exhausting, but I like it that way. At the end of the day, I feel like I’ve done something tangible, something concrete. Whether that’s sanding, priming, and painting a cabin top or teaching tempestuous middle schoolers about science, it’s something.

Here we stand with a wolf-like shadow, here we stand in the end.

So, back at home life. Last night while out to dinner with my father and brother (my mother has abandoned the family for a sisters weekend in Cape Cod), my father embarrassed me horribly, more than he realized. The waiter continually referred to us all as “gentlemen” and by the third time he did it, my dad interrupted him and said, “This is my daughter, so you know.” The waiter looked horribly humiliated and back tracked quickly. My brother later chastised my dad for saying anything and my dad just shrugged. I stared at my plate for the rest of the meal and the situation put me off my food intensely. So, feeling this overwhelming discomfort, I went to talk to him about it. And though I’d had the “gender talk” with my mom already and assumed she’d told my dad, that assumption was apparently wrong. I started from the embarrassing beginning and tried to explain myself with him foundering on the true motivations behind it all. Frankly, he doesn’t get it. He’s trying, but he really doesn’t. He asked why I have to flaunt my gender difference; he asked why I can’t just celebrate being a woman. I wanted to scream, “you’re missing the point!” Honestly, I’m tired of these conversations. I just want to be left alone to a world where people already get it, or if they don’t get it, they quietly embrace it because it’s what makes me happy, it’s my life, etc etc. Like my crew members for example; I’ve told them all at this point. Most of them don’t really understand, not in the same way that queer people do, but they accept it. I’m equally included as one of the guys, for the most part; yet can casually sink into the realm of girl’s world if I choose. That, in essence, is the only thing I really want. The fluidity to move across the lines because in my daily life, I straddle them. My dad insists that one day soon I’ll have to compromise my gender expression for the world; I don’t believe that’s true.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

—Martin Luther King Jr.

 

I stood back on the couch, remembered this is my life,
with my hands over my head, friends by my side.

Here is where we’ll go; I will take us home.

 

So now, it’s off to the open ocean, off to NY City.

SAIL

 

Hey New York, here’s our wolf-like shadow.

Hey New York, our old friend.

See? I’m back!

With a new haircut on a rainy day.

Compare the above current haircut to my previous lack of one:

I call it amorphous blob hair.

See? Much better. Granted, my mom’s probably going to kill me since I promise not to cut my hair again, but I look so much better clean cut than I do shaggy. I’d really rather not go into the drama of the past…month/3 weeks. It’s too tiring and I spent all night working on a paper about Morocco and it’s raining so…not today.

But I’m still here, still alive and kicking. Senior Ball is coming up this Saturday, plenty of tuxedo pictures to follow.

I’ve been thinking a lot more about top surgery. It’s like…I always want it. Sometimes I just want it more than others. And for some reason, by myself, on my own, I think about it more. I stare at myself in the mirror and see not a sliver of the wisp of a boyish girl or girly boy, but simply, maleness. Never in my life has this process been so solidified. So then top surgery pops back up again. Do I really want it? What will top surgery look like on an non-T body? [Will I lose sensitivity?]

E.V. expressed something I hadn’t thought of: as the first to see me, shockingly, as a whole entity instead of just pieces of biology and secondary sex characteristics, to her, having breasts is just something male about me, not explicitly female, just mine. She asked if I was worried if no one else would ever see that, worried that no one could love me as a whole and complete entity, just me. I’m not worried. I thought when I first started, um transitioning? becoming? evolving? finding myself? (fuck language, moving on…) When I first came into the knowledge of myself as otherly gendered or at least not binarily gendered, I thought I would never find anyone to love me. My recent ex-lover had forced me out because of it; that wasn’t the issue in its totality but it was a huge fucking issue. How could anyone ever love someone so mired in the darkness of confusion about ones own self? Can’t you not love someone unless they love themselves?

And I came to the place of loving myself. I slowly, slowly realized that there are people who see the whole of me, or if not the whole of me, parts that coalesce and shift, like putting together a blank puzzle.

Don’t push me out, just a little longer. Stall your mother, disregard your father’s words.
Keep your clothes on, I got all that I can take.
Teach me how to use the love that people say you made.

 

Janelle Monae is coming to perform here. I feel meh. Thoughts?

 

I will say she has the nicest hipsteriest asylum cell I’ve ever seen.

 

I will present you with my newest love, before I vanish into the rainy abyss and sleep for an eternity:

 

It’s alright, the camera is talking.

 

Even though I can’t be sure, memory tells me that these times are worth working for.

There’s too much to say, more than I can process at this juncture. That’s what Spring Break is for. Jesus, a lot of shit has happened. The following should sum it all up, because I am the little lion man, the rabbit hearted girl.

 

Weep for yourself, my man,
You’ll never be what is in your heart.
Weep little lion man,
You’re not as brave as you were at the start.
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left.
Waste it on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head.

But it was not your fault but mine.
And it was your heart on the line.
I really fucked it up this time.
Didn’t I, my dear?

Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before.
Tremble little lion man,
You’ll never settle any of your scores.
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck.

But it was not your fault but mine.
And it was your heart on the line.
I really fucked it up this time,
Didn’t I, my dear?

Alright so, it continues. I have a response here from a member of our lovely Smith community which I will post in just a second. First I want to say something and it’s quite simple: stop the hating. Let me explain, I’ve been watching the ugly exchanges on the ACB or the Anonymous Confession/Complaint Board, or the new Daily Jolt Forum. Some nasty things were said about my friends, some nasty things were said about me, and my partner. I honestly couldn’t care less because I stopped caring a long time ago what people think of me. The point is that it’s ugly; it proves that a lot of people have some ugly hatred inside of them which an anonymous board just allows them to get out. You got a problem with me? (Or with anyone?) Say it to my/their face. It proves your less of spineless bastard than your making yourself seem. Why does there have to be so much animosity between us when we’re all here for the same purpose? Don’t you know that being the mean girl/guy/person went out of style in high school?

Anyway, moving on.

A Response to my Critique, by Theo Retos

(The numbered parentheses indicate caveat-footnotes at the bottom.)


Gender Experimentation in College

Without experimentation there cannot be realization. Some people do eventually shake off the transgender or gender-variant identity, but granting the population the opportunity to do so is worth it for those who come to terms with whatever identity they settle upon. Additionally, I think there will be less fleeting experimentation when people are allowed, in societal terms, to adopt aspects of variance earlier. They will have already accepted certain facets of their gender identity before college, and therefore won’t need to assume an ‘extreme’ presentation and then shift back to more personally moderate expressions. Instead, they will be relatively close to a comfortable presentation when they arrive at college.

Think about it in terms of sexuality— college used to be, and in some ways still is, a safe space to question our sexuality. However, since non-heteronormative sexualities are now more widely accepted at various developmental levels people often come to college with an idea of their variant-sexuality.[1] They may shift and change some, but their fundamental queerness is already there. Hopefully one day gender-variance will exist on a similar plane… taken for granted as a possibility rather than something strange and worthy of ‘experimentation’.

Adopting a variant identity during college brings about at least some of the fears gender-variant people have. If you discuss class you have to take into account the monetary expense of adopting ‘gender-variance’, if only temporarily. Those without great deals of expendable income must wear their newly acquired neutral or masculine clothes either in Northampton or at home, and home may not be nearly as accepting as the Smith Bubble. Additionally, if they cut their hair short they have to deal with that alteration in conjunction with their adoption of the aforementioned clothing, which brings about some of the presentation problems you mentioned gender-variant people face. To assume that those experimenting with gender don’t have to deal with some of these fears is unfair. No, their fears aren’t as bad as the perpetual fears gender-variant people have to face for the rest of their lives since the subject’s experimentation is in Northampton, which is an accepting place. Yet, if they choose to go abroad, take time off, get an internship during the summer, etc. they have to deal with the wardrobe and hair cut they have in non-Northampton contexts. Overall, take the fad and the irritation it causes with a grain of salt.


Gender-Variance and Medical Intervention

The most important aspect of your post I want to address is your view about the rejection of medical procedures by gender-variant people. Why does medical intervention imply a reinforcement of the gender binary? Why does medically changing my body to fit my conception of self make me less gender-variant? I’m unclear as to the correlation between medically altering my body and the somehow necessary connection to an altering of my personality. In making the connection between top surgery and Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) you are actually reinforcing the stereotypes of “maleness”. You are equating the results of medical treatment: flat chest, squared jaw, lower voice, etc. with maleness, and completely removing the ingredient of self-identification. There is nothing to say that if I choose to medically change my body I can no longer claim to be gender-variant. Since, one doesn’t need breasts to identify as female, nor do they need a penis to identify as male, the reverse is that one doesn’t need to become a transman in choosing to acquire medically-induced ‘male’ characteristics. If the absence of some characteristics doesn’t imply a deprivation of identity, then the presence of some characteristics, whether ‘natural’ or medically created, doesn’t imply a deprivation of identity either.

My body, my presentation, my conception of self, and the world’s interpretation of me are what make me gender-variant. Your assertions about gender-variance not needing medical intervention ignores the role medicine can play for anyone. You are creating a dichotomy between trans-binaryism and gender-variance. In other words, you are binding transpeople to medical intervention, saying that medical intervention necessarily makes one trans and indicates a movement across the gender binary. Simultaneously, you are putting gender-variant people above the binary and ignoring the role medical intervention can and may need to play in some gender-variant people’s lives. In other words, you are equating medical intervention with transitioning across the binary, and ignoring the role medical intervention can play in queering anyone. I think this ideology occurs because of the normative conception of transpeople being ‘born in the wrong body’. Some transpeople would, if they had the option, opt into changing their history so they were born male or female. The restrictions of science make it so this group is forced to use medicine to compensate for the body they were born with in pursuit of the body they want; they use HRT and surgery to create a body that fits their desire to be male.[2] However, this should not be the dominant conception of what medical intervention is, does and means. There are structures within which our presentations as gender-variant people will be interpreted. I will be read as male/man, female/woman or trans regardless of my desire to be genderqueer. As a result, the fundamental purpose behind our presentation, and our choice to take hormones and get surgery, should be our own happiness. The world may see me as a transman, like some assume, but I will still be variant in my own way, which is the important part.

Transmen have inadvertently co-opted the narrative of a certain kind of body being immediately correlated with ‘male’ or ‘man’. In other words, since transmen inhabit a range of bodies, many of which are acquired through medical intervention, those bodies come to mean “man” or “male” as much as cis-men’s bodies do. Since transmen often undergo or want to undergo HRT and top surgery but don’t often receive bottom surgery AND they want this body to mean “man” for them these bodies are increasingly deemed “man” in the general discourse. As a result, any gender-variant person who adopts a ‘male’ name and ‘male pronouns’ and wants to undergo various forms of medical intervention are equated with being a transman.[3] In the same way that people impress upon you the common notion of transgenderism, you are placing upon interventionist gender-variant people the narrative of trans-binaryism (or using medicine to shift one’s gender/sex from one side of the binary to another). In essence, you are reinforcing the gender-based stereotypes of what it means to be a (trans)man and ignoring the identities of gender-variant people who want medical intervention. You are equating a “flat chested, hormone altered, specific set of genitals”-body with being a ‘man’ even if that’s not how the person wants to identify.

Let me try to break down the combination of bodies here that are being equated with (trans)man in the context we’re talking about (Smith College or other insular queer spaces):
breasts, female-assigned genitalia, lack of testosterone = man
breasts, female-assigned with clitoral growth (referred to as dick) genitals, presence of testosterone = man
flat chest, dick/clit, presence of testosterone = man
flat chest, dick/clit, cessation of hormonal injections but maintenance of bodily changes = man**
flat chest, surgically constructed dick, presence of testosterone = man
natal/biological male-assigned body = man

In all those cases, the person or subject is assigned a (trans)man designation to their body. They call their bodies ‘man’ or ‘male’. However, a genderqueer person could also feasibly inhabit any of those bodies and still be genderqueer. If I can queer my presentation and queer my gender, why can’t I queer my body? Why can’t I get top surgery and take T, either temporarily or permanently, and still call myself genderqueer? Since the dominant discourse is that “female-assigned medically altered male named and pronoun’ed bodies are transmen”, genderqueer people are being shifted into those boxes when they receive HRT and top surgery even if they don’t want those designations.[4]

We cannot separate the way bodies play a role in our pursuit of our true gender. I understand the frustration of feeling pressure to change one’s body to conform or present one’s masculinity since the discourse presumes this of us. I completely understand your frustrations regarding peoples’ intrusive questions. I think for the reason that people don’t often associate medical intervention with variance is because the ‘medical transition to male’ narrative has become the dominant one for both transmasculine and transgender people. As a result, the overarching discourse is framed through this lens. For example, rather than asking, hopefully in private, “why do you feel positively or negatively about certain parts of your  body?” the discourse is framed as “are you going to get top surgery (and when)?” As if top surgery is a given for either group, transgender or transmasculine people.

It’s hard to make the claim that genderqueer people shouldn’t need medical intervention. That’s like universalizing transpeople’s experiences— some don’t have bottom dysphoria, some do. (Queer) Society at large accepts the idea that a transman’s natal genitals are a dick or a transwoman’s natal genitals are a vagina; this doesn’t mean we cannot also accept someone’s need to get bottom surgery. Our acceptance of their state of being doesn’t remove their dysphoria. Therefore, our acceptance of the bodies of gender-variant people doesn’t take away their need to take T and get top surgery in pursuit of a complete realization of self. We just need to reflect on where our desire for medical intervention comes from— are we succumbing to pressures of conformity or do we truly feel that to exist in the world the way we want/see ourselves we need HRT and surgery? Keep in mind some genderqueer people only take hormones (some for temporary periods of time) and others only get top surgery.

Reorientation and Loss

Additionally, I understand the sense of loss you feel when gender-variant people appear to move into the ‘trans-camp’. I worry about how undergoing medical intervention will alter peoples’ conceptions of me or narrow the idea of gender-variance at large. I chose a male name and adopted male pronouns as a way to manifest my masculinity in a shorthand way. Rather than having my original name and pronouns be used in conjunction with my presentation to interpret me as a masculine lesbian woman, I adopted new signifiers to intentionally shift public interpretation. Additionally, I think my chosen name and pronouns suit me better than those I was originally assigned. That does not mean they are the best, but I continue to explore this even today. Meanwhile, I lament that my identity will be reassigned if I choose to undergo medical intervention— I will be read as a (trans)man rather than a genderqueer person. Yet, that sacrifice and re-education should only be taken into account, it shouldn’t be what stops me or anyone else from getting HRT or top surgery if we so choose. No, I shouldn’t feel pressured to use medical measures to manifest my gender identity, but I should be given the option. l agree with you that gender-variant people should do a great deal of reflection about whether or not medical intervention will yield the satisfaction they desire— they need to navigate internal desires to alter their body, their conception of their presentation and their body’s relationship to this presentation (ex. can they be satisfied binding and be comfortable with breasts?), social pressures to conform to conceptions of masculinity, and the trans-narrative discussed above.

Finally, it is hard to understand the intersection between physical presentation and social signifiers. For some, the idea of medical intervention grows before the decision to change one’s name or pronouns. Names shouldn’t be gendered just as bodies shouldn’t be gendered. There should be a large volume of gender-signifiers for us to choose from that will help people understand our concept of self with or without medical procedures— for example, “he, she, hir, ze and they” simply do not represent the plethora of genders out there. My choice to alter my body shouldn’t necessarily add to or detract from one gender or another if I don’t want it to— I should be whatever gender I decide. Breast implants don’t make someone more woman, and steroids and gaining muscle mass doesn’t make someone more man. If that is logically true, getting top surgery and taking T shouldn’t make me more (trans)man or less gender-variant if I don’t want it to.[5] However, gender-variant do need to understand that the world doesn’t understand this principle and learn to navigate what this lack of understand will mean for them and for the progress of eradicating the gender-binary.

Footnotes:
[1] By ‘variant’ I mean all non-heteronormative sexualities. Since Jax’s post discussed the relationship between dominant, oppressive concepts and their counterbalancing ideas anything that does not conform to the het-cis-white-patriary-etc.-discourse will be considered variant. Variant is the uncategorized, which is I am not categorizing trans as variant. Regardless of its accuracy, transgenderism has a schema in common discourse— as a movement across or along a gender binary. Therefore, gender-variance is categorized here as not man/male, not woman/female, and not trans.

 

[2] Not all transpeople wish they were born a male or female body. Some appreciate the experiences they’ve gained through living in a different gender and transitioning. However, the ‘transition across the binary’ narrative is what dominates non-trans and non-variant discourse.

[3] Don’t forget the default maleness of names. Our schema is trained to read things as male by default or base our ideas on our experiences. Therefore, picking a neutral name is often conceived as opting into a ‘more masculine’ name, not adopting a ‘non-gendered’ name.

[4] Some people identify as genderqueer transmen, which means in general terms they transitioned to a ‘male’ body but still recognize their queered gender.

[5] The avoidance of this idea is not addressed here. This could easily be appropriate by normative society to reject medical intervention for transpeople claiming they don’t need it to be themselves.

[Editor’s Note 12/14/10: I’m not diametrically opposed to lot of what Theo has written here. This post wasn’t meant to be an opposition, merely a continuation of dialogue. In turn, to continue the dialogue, I’m crafting my response, but due to finals (and since I have 5 papers basically due on the same day), this might have to take a backseat to my GPA]
Let’s dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony. Let’s dance to Joy Division and raise our glass to the ceiling, because this could all go so wrong, but we’re so happy.

So my next serious post will be a response from a Smithie to the previous article (hopefully, I’m waiting for their consent). In the interim, I give you this blossom from Smithies’ Complaints, which is generally hilarious and apt:

Complaint #9

The genderqueer support group keeps losing members to the trans support group.

Game, set, match?

Le sigh. If this is a game, I don’t want to win. Anyway, enough with cryptic semi-self-pitying remarks. Guess I’ll have to keep you waiting.

Here we go.

I am tired of the god-damn lesbian pecking order.

Here’s what I mean. Smith College has create a hierarchy of sexuality and gender. Suddenly, it’s cool to be transitioning to male. It’s cool to be taking medical steps towards changing your biological gender when you’ve barely begun to comprehend how that will change your life. I’m not trying to assume anything or devalue someone else’s struggles, this is just my opinion. But it’s my opinion, so I shall go on. Just a warning, this is gonna get offensive to some of you.

Certain things have been built into our community that are unacceptable. Strangers coming up to me and asking me about how my transition is going: unacceptable. Strangers asking my friends about my gender and my business: unacceptable. An 18 year old who sees all these cool transmen around him and suddenly wants male pronouns, a male name, top surgery, and hormones? You guessed it, unacceptable. Does no one realize that T will permenantly and unalterably change your body? Have you not considered the consequences?

Being transgender has become a fad at Smith College. Yeah, I said it, a fucking fad. Women, especially lesbian women, have come to eroticize and fetishize the trans men in this community or really anyone who expresses masculine traits. I’ve had friends who have had strangers come up to them and ask if they were transitioning simply because they display traits that are not traditionally feminine. When they say they are not, the stranger will respond, “Well, you’d be hotter if you were.” What? Every week I hear of someone else who has changed their name, who’s taking T. Whatever, I guess, you’re choice. But here’s the question no one is asking, after college, will this still be your choice? Some may say, so what if it isn’t? And here’s my response: by co-opting trans identity and shucking it off when it’s no longer convenient or no longer useful, it trivializes the real struggles that transgendered and genderqueer folks have to go through because gender-variant folks can’t do that. They’re playing with oppression, an oppression that they do not have to experience and may not actually fully understand. For so many people, it’s a deeply personal and intensely difficult struggle. Also, it’s a highly politicized identity, which these kids are only playing with, without having to experience the real oppression or the real personal and political struggle.

For some, yes. Some have stuck to it. But it’s statistically problematic to assume that all of them will. Smith College is a wonderful, safe little bubble. I don’t think many people understand how dangerous the world is. These kids hardly ever have to experience the real fear that gender variant people have to deal with. A trans person dies every day. It is so safe here, but when I go out into the world, I am constantly afraid. Afraid of the no-necks, afraid of women’s bathrooms, more afraid of men’s bathrooms.

Perhaps the one thing I’ve been building up to and around: by transitioning to male or transitioning to anything, aren’t you just reinforcing the gender binary? Isn’t the point of being gender variant to be just that? We should stop reinforcing the gender-based stereotypes because it’s never just about gender, or it shouldn’t be. By eroticizing the maleness or perceptions of maleness, we’re just reinforcing the binaries which have historically kept us down. Haven’t we learned enough about intersectionality in our SWG classes to know that gender is never just about gender, that it’s about gender and sexuality, gender and race, gender and class, gender and age.

There is much more to say, but let me end with the concept brought first to my attention by Audre Lourde, that the Master’s tools will never dismantle the Master’s house, and quote one of my favorite gender scholars, Riki Wilchins:

“Is it too much to say that the notion of the homosexual and perhaps the notion of even gay identity itself is not in some way an invention of heterosexuality? Perhaps even a reaffirmation, if only unconsciously, that the most important thing about us should be where we stand in relation to reproduction? Would it be overreaching to say that just as light requires dark and male an opposing female, so gayness actually requires an antecedent and opposing straightness? So that instead of struggling against a heterocentric culture, gayness actually demands and solidifies it?…with these pre-frabricated identities of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender we are so quick to occupy, we are still living in the Master’s house.”

*Editor’s note 12/10/10: I mentioned names in this post, as usually don’t, in order to prove a rhetorical point. I’ve received some requests to remove those names and I understand that. The point of the above rant was not to point fingers and accuse certain people of not having “real” gender variance. Not only was that not my purpose, it would be antecedent to my point. So I’ve retracted the whole post, because as much as I want to get my point across, I’m not trying to single anyone out. Thanks for ya’ll comments.