Trans is not One Thing

Hi everyone (especially those of you on dating apps and other p2p platforms meant to connect people), I want to remind you that being trans is not one thing. Trans does not only mean MTF (male to female), though that seems to be what the majority of people think or assume trans looks like when they think of trans people. People who are FTM (female to male) also exist, and make up a good percentage of the people in trans communities. People who are non-binary, genderfluid, and agender exist in large numbers in trans reality too. When someone identifies themselves as trans don’t assume you know what their body looks like, what their life experiences have been, what they are looking for, or what they enjoy doing (in or out of the sack). Trans is a very diverse spectrum of people.

It’s demoralizing to get on one of the very few trans dating spaces online and read through ads realizing that the vast majority of them are not for “trans” but for one specific type of trans person who is being fetishized so thoroughly it’s impossible to feel visible or attractive even on that page which is supposed to be “for you”.

When I was in the process of deciding to start taking testosterone, one of the things which made me the most excited to begin the journey I’m on, was heading out to a festival geared toward QTPOC. It was everything I needed to be around at that time. There were so many different bodies celebrating out in the sun, dressed this way or that, changing appearance regularly, and mixing up masculine, feminine, and androgynous cues so thoroughly that at some point I consciously realized I couldn’t know anything by just looking. It was impossible to see where someone had started on their journey and where they were headed — or even make assumptions about where they were then. The festival lasted a week, with hundreds of people celebrating, enjoying their bodies, being visible in whatever way they desired, changing as the whim struck, eating, playing, performing, commiserating, sharing ideas and space. It was everything I wanted the world to be and an opportunity to participate in my own way. It felt like coming home.

I’m writing this in part because I’m tired of being in the middle-of-middles and having to articulate myself repeatedly to people who don’t know the first thing about non-binary reality or the beautiful and diverse spectrum of trans identities out there. I am tired of writing something about who I am and having strangers think they know what it means and still try to fit me into a box which isn’t mine, that I’ve never claimed, or don’t want to participate in anymore.

Language is this imperfect thing we agree to try and use together. It’s a jumble of words which are approximations of reality. We learn to use these approximations as starting points, and then we work toward cleaner and clearer understanding through deeper conversation. Here’s an example:

I identify as “sexual”. I might introduce myself by saying that I’m “bisexual” though, especially when I don’t have the time or desire to have a more lengthy conversation about my sexual orientation. Most people know what “bisexual” means but may be confused if I said “sexual” with no clarification of my meaning attached to that term.

That’s an example of me using linguistic shorthand. Instead of engaging in a more precise conversation using less generically understood (yet more accurate) terminology, I’m giving someone a basic idea of my meaning without being too concerned with the details. Here’s another example:

I am nonbinary trans (ftm)

This is a sentence I’ve written in dating profiles and ads. You can see that in the sentence itself there is a collision of ideas being represented, specifically nonbinary in juxtaposition to ftm. Right off the bat I’ve given specific information about my assigned sex, in hopes that it’ll narrow down the response shenanigans I receive. And, yes, I chose to write “ftm” rather than “AFAB” (assigned female at birth) because in my experience more people are likely to know the term ftm.

I do not identify as “ftm”. I am not interested in being or becoming “a man”. I am nonbinary. I identify somewhere in the middle of things and my presentation of and interest in gender fluctuates regularly. However, if I don’t insert the “(ftm)” in the sentence above, a few things happen. The first is that most people will assume I have a dick. Not the kind of dick I can strap on, and not what I might call my enlarged clitoris from time to time, but they’ll assume I have a phallus complete with balls which has been attached to my body since birth.

Why would people assume this if all they read was “I’m nonbinary trans”?

  • Because Patriarchy.
  • AMAB (assigned male at birth) people are the default in this culture, and so if I don’t mention I’m not AMAB, it’s frequently assumed I am. Society sees AMAB bodies as default, and AFAB bodies as marginal.
  • This is the same reason everyone knows what drag queens are, but the minute I mention I co-created a drag king troupe which performed together for 15 years, people ask what a drag king is. Our rootedness within misogyny is deep.
  • This is also connected to the economic disparity between gay male and lesbian communities. Many trans women have embraced their transness from within the gay male community, and many trans men have embraced their transness from within the lesbian community. Because of the elevated resources of cis men in general (regardless of the orientation of those men), trans women often navigate communities enriched with cis male money and cis male desire/gaze/expectations from the beginning of their identity journey (which is its own burden absolutely), where trans men often flounder within invisibility and lack of community resources until they can pass as cis male and are allowed to “join the club”. This doesn’t even begin to address the realities of people who will never pass as the “other” regardless of whether or not they even want to.

Why do I care if people responding to my ads assume I’m MTF or not?

  • Because I don’t want to have my time wasted with annoying questions about my nonexistent dick.
  • I also don’t want to deal with the disappointment and demoralization which comes with being told I’m not what the person I’ve been chatting with is looking for, after I mention all my dicks are in drawers, and I’m not necessarily interested in strap-on or phallus-centric sex to begin with… It’s fucking exhausting.
  • As someone who feels too masculine to be comfortable identifying as female, who is on testosterone and enjoys some of the physical manifestations of it, and is also way too femme to pass as male, I don’t want to write a book every time I identify as trans. I also don’t want to deal with being the “wrong/disappointing type of trans” either.

If you’re looking for a pre-op transwoman who likes her genitals played with, say that’s want you’re looking for. Don’t act as though anyone who mentions they’re trans is that particular type of trans person, and definitely don’t be less than graceful when you realize the person you’re talking to doesn’t have the plumbing you’re prowling after. It’s entitled, objectifying, dismissive, privileged, shitty, disrespectful, irksome, exhausting, and boring.

Do not treat people who are part of a marginalized reality as though they are worth less for not fitting into your fetishistic image of that group. Trans does not exist to serve cis fantasies. Trans does not exist to please male fantasy. Trans people may want to be sexual or may not want to be sexual with you. Trans people may enjoy having sex in ways you’re familiar with, and/or in ways you haven’t learned about yet. Trans people are vanilla, kinky, GLB, asexual, tops, bottoms, switches, unaffiliated, and/or finding their truths and desires just as we all are. Trans people are diverse. Treat trans people as you would anyone you were interested in: like someone you don’t know about yet. Ask respectful questions while you decide if you’re interested or not. Be polite and caring regardless of whether or not you find you are.

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~ Creature

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Don’t be like Sally, Don’t be a SWERF

I am not a trust fund kid.

I didn’t have an allowance for most of my childhood. At some point I was regularly given a small amount of lunch money. It was to be used when I was hungry for food. This “allowance” was not tied to whether or not I did my chores. My social freedom was tied to whether or not I did my chores.

As I got older I started to need more money to keep up with my friends. My parents didn’t have extra income, so like most kids in low income families I was told it was time to get a job.

I am still a very low income earner, making much less than the poverty line year after year. In some ways these days, I choose to because I would rather spend my time, energy, mental, and bodily resources on being an artist instead of giving up those things up in order to have more money. Artists who aren’t commercial in their approach to art don’t usually benefit much financially. I have too much to say about sex, gender, identity, inequality, and other non-commercial realities to fit in there. Struggle is a part of my journey.

You could say I was “forced into the fast food industry” as a teenager, and then retail, and then hospitality due to poverty. I didn’t have parents with connections to well paying summer jobs, I had no uncle who I could work in “the office” for and make connections through, I had no friends whose family owned a theater I could direct or run a youth program at… If I wanted to socialize with my friends I needed to make money however I could, and after hitting the pavement with my short resume, Dairy Queen was the first realistic option I had. They were willing to work with my summer theater schedule as long as I covered my shifts if there were conflicts (though later they fired me for getting too many of my shifts covered). That was my first job. Later in life I would need money for rent and utilities and whatever I needed money for — this is our capitalist reality.

I have a specialized degree in acting, as well as continued education in my field. My career is in the arts, and I’ve also been a sexuality educator for nearly 20 years, which started as a retail job in a sex store during college. I owe lots and lots of money to college lenders, and I’m not in a financial position to pay them back. I work hard, I work with passion, and I work a lot. I’m good at what I do and I’ve fought my entire adult life to carve out enough gig-based self-employment to keep me afloat. Naturally (I am an actor, after all) some forms of sex work have made their way into my gig economy. The ways I’ve taken on sex work in my life have been mostly affirming, definitely educational, and they’ve aided me in having the time and space I need to continue doing the work I’m passionate about while supporting myself. Most recently sex work in tandem with producing my art has helped me move from living on the road in a van, to living in an apartment with more space and definitely more expenses.

Being forced into sex work because of poverty is not consent. It’s economic coercion! If women really choose prostitution, why is it mostly marginalized and disadvantaged women who do? ~Unknown SWERF

I came across this quote recently. SWERFs (Sex Work Exclusionary Radical Feminists) are a subset of people within “feminism” who believe sex workers are anti-feminist. Personally I think SWERFs and TERFs (Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminists) are anti-feminist. The notion that a woman (or anyone) should not have a right to autonomously choose with whom, how, and under what conditions to have sex or perform sexuality is ludacris if you call yourself a feminist.

Sex work is one of the only types of work held to this standard. Where in our national conversation about almost every minimum wage job do we ask these same questions? Who’s going around asking if the workers in factories, fast food establishments, farmers, dive restaurant wait staff, or any other backbreaking, demoralizing, or dirty job clientele needs to be freed from their undesirable situation? Instead the pacifying ideology, “A job is a job, you do what you need to do to pay the bills” is what echos when discussing the shitty parts of being the working poor — a growing class in today’s economy. It seems as though only when speaking of sex work does the conversational tone radically shift and the party line become, “Why would you resort to such a thing?!”

Let me be clear: after making money in the sex industry I am much less exhausted physically and morally than I ever was waiting tables.

Sexual autonomy is freedom. For the pyramid scheme which is capitalism to work it can’t have women, transpeople, people of color, and other marginalized plebeians “making their’s”, and thereby wriggling out from under the thumb of poverty and economic slavery. You’d never be able to control the masses if it caught on that sex work is work and some people (often marginalized and disadvantaged people) actually choose it as their industry. Add to this political circus-of-oppression a kickline of “feminists” singing a song of victimization and then letting loose the battle cry of “no cis woman ever wanted to grow up to be a sex worker!”, and there seem to be even less women standing up for women’s sexual autonomy and freedom from capitalist chains. Sex workers (of all sexes and genders) are often seen fighting for women’s sexual autonomy more openly and radically than their middle or upper class elite “intellectual” feminist counterparts. I assume this is because most sex workers know what it’s like to fight the patriarchy face to face within their own industry day in and day out without the respect of their non sex worker sisters at day’s end. I’m sure sex workers may also care less about what society has to say or whether they’ll lose their job for speaking out, though there are many other dangers in revealing your SW identity, especially today in the US. It’s hard work to peel back the layers of shame and insecurity we’ve all been vested with and walk boldly into the career choice of a sex worker, illegally or legally employed.

To answer the quote above more directly: sure, it’s not wholly untrue that frequently people choose to engage in sex work of one kind or another because of economic coercion. However if you fix the system that coerces people into entering sex work, you must then make space for and respect the people who continue to do sex work because they choose to. What then? Well, let’s actually start giving consensual adult sex workers what they want.

What sex workers want is decriminalization. Sex workers and almost all clients of sex workers want sex work to be safe, chosen, consensual, not trafficked, nor coerced. Sex workers want to be able to go to the authorities when there’s a reason to without worrying about arrest, rape, interrogation, disbelief, or any other violent manifestation of whorephobia. The “Craigslist Killer” was caught in part because sex workers were able to openly go to the police with their information during the period of time Rhode Island had decriminalized indoor sex work. Rates of STIs and rape in the general population went significantly down during this time too.

Decriminalization is a healthier legal choice within a world which has never, historically, been without sex workers. Sacred sex workers have been part of the church and played important roles in politics in past civilizations. Sex workers are often sexuality educators, and help clients who haven’t been sexually educated become so, including becoming better socialized at navigating the subject of sex within society and their own personal communities.

Sex workers want sex trafficking to end and for victims of these crimes to get the care, attention, and resources they need. Sex workers want sex traffickers and anyone else who makes adult consensual sex work unsafe dealt with by the law.

Imagine if all the people in jail for non-violent drug charges were to be let go, and instead we focused on arresting and prosecuting violent offenders, rapists, domestic abusers, and those participating in sex trafficking who are not the victims of trade. I have a feeling the prison system’s incarcerated population would on average become more white and somewhat less impoverished.

Who might be choosing sex work as their vocation in that world? Well, just like in this one, the people who are sex workers would.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Void

Pen and ink by Karin Webb

I am tired. Weary. Sore. I feel as though I have been shouting into a void and no one is hearing. I know this isn’t true. I have people in my life who value me and tell me so, but I feel overwhelmed. So overwhelmed. Barely surviving type overwhelmed. It’s a feeling I know well, a lifelong of anxieties surfacing. Yearning for somewhere safe and warm. I do not know where that place is. I cannot seem to find it in my mind or my body lately.

The terrain of fear is an insidious pull at the fabric of my armor. Little by little I unravel. Holes appear. They grow larger. Sewing, over and over again these little voids, patches over the larger ones. These are improper fixes and unsustainable courses of action. By the end of my time I will be a thing of patches and mismatched threads, not a whole and happy, well woven piece. These are also my fears. Fear that I grow old and change against standards which keep me superficially afloat — but there are days and weeks where afloat of any kind is still above the waterline.

Thereby, perhaps, my methods are incorrect. Or the supplies and skills and time I have are inadequate to make new, to make whole, to make. Perhaps I am in a time which mismatches my inner reality. “Not of this era”. Though I have a lot to be grateful for.

I dream of simple, and I don’t know if simple is what the United States provides. The math of social proofs are clear to me. Struggle is clear to me. Rage against the machine is clear to me. Love for my friends and family, and empathy for strangers is clear to me. Helping others is clear to me. Helping myself is not.

And I am stingy with self love sometimes.

There is a museum show I want to do. Does anyone I know know programmers at museums who would be open to sexually explicit performance? I have math, a proof to demonstrate, I want to perform, connections to make clear to an adulting public.

I need people who can help me with the red tape of my life. I feed hearts and steady the guts of others well, but filling out paperwork and advocating for myself through forms is not a thing I feel capable of.

Spring. I need more exercise and for the cold grey to end. It’s been a week too long already, and I don’t want this for another month.

I want friends and neighbors I can pass by and smile around. I need not to coop myself up. I wish I had a car.

I am teaching dance to a friend right now. That keeps me balanced on days we meet. I am teaching a few others about their bodies and about devotion. That helps me too. When I can touch in some way my friends who reach out to me, it centers something inside of me also.

I suppose this is my way of reaching out. I don’t know the direct channels. I can’t see my path right now.

Someone stop by with a bottle of red wine and offer to touch my body. With no words tell me it will be alright.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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