Steps Forward

Celebrating one’s changing and evolving identity strongly links to my core belief that our bodies are the only thing we get to wholly own in this lifetime. The Church and State can back the fuck off from legislating bodies unless they’re protecting an individual’s right to do what they deem most appropriate with their own physical self. On Tuesday California made it illegal to give intersex infants surgery in order to make their genitals or body parts more closely resemble typical male or female characteristics. These surgeries have been standard procedure for a long time and have proven to have negative impact on intersex people’s lives physically, emotionally, and psychologically. The state of California ruled on Tuesday that infants cannot give consent, so surgery must wait until they are able to. Go California, well done! Hey, rest of the nation and the world: please follow suit. One of my favorite sentences in the article is:

In a statement provided to NBC News, [Sen. Scott] Wiener said the resolution “recognizes that California’s intersex community is a part of our state’s diversity and should be embraced.”

Amen. I was born in 1978, 9 years after the Stonewall Riots. In my lifetime much has changed in favor of evolution as it pertains to respecting and recognizing people for who they are, who they love, and in support of bodily autonomy. We have a long way to go, but it felt good reading Tuesday’s news. My own home state of Maine, recently became the third state (plus Washington D.C.) to offer a gender neutral “X” on driver’s licenses. I remember fighting for some of these rights when I was in high school, working on the campaign of our first openly LGBT State Legislator, Dale McCormick. I remember when Maine flip flopped on gay marriage back and forth for years in my 20s (stimulating much family drama).

Not all politics are fought by licking mailers though. These days I’m having the interesting new experience of going out in public wearing flowy slip-dress-like clothing (pretty much the only fabric I can bear putting on my body in this summer humidity) instead of donning more androgynous or butch uniforms. I’ll order coffee somewhere, and from my little bright soft form comes a low and rumbling masculine voice. It feels sensually exciting to me, and the reverberation soothing and joyful. I get looks. No one says a word, and I feel at once proud to be myself, nervous of the judgement I’m perhaps surrounded by, and as though I’m standing my ground in a way which feels right and like “me”. Being. Rooted in this place. Existing. It feels good to exist. It feels good to feel my feet on the ground and know that I am not compromising in order to take up this space I’m inhabiting, not appeasing, not breathing differently, not sucking my stomach muscles in, not smiling to create atmospheric comfort, not covering my body’s hair, not bending into the curves of society in order to be held up, but holding myself upright, supported by the structure of my bones, muscles, skin, and energy. I am here. Getting coffee. Low voice in a dress. This seems silly when written down, but I can’t tell you what an important and empowering feeling it is for me to experience. This is where I am.

I have fought throughout my life to be recognized and accepted by family, friends, lovers, co-workers, and strangers alike. I’ve been fortunate to have a strong bubble around me for much of my time on this Earth — artists, queers, and theater people are all they’re cracked up to be, and though family is sometimes hard, I have always had supportive members walking alongside me.

The other day an old friend told me they considered my gender to be “etherial”. I like that. I dreamed of gender all night last night. I remember floating through the landscape of identity like a ghost, sometimes taking one form, sometimes taking another, mostly feeling changeable and free. I woke up feeling peaceful and smiling. Etherial: Fluidity morphing and developing, without material substance… like my character acting, my shapeshifting self. This suits me, and today some of the news made me smile.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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A is for ARCHETYPE

Cultural expectations are killing us. Men are expected to be split between body and intellect — archetypes illustrated as the “bruiser/blue collar worker” vs. the “CEO/nerd/inventor”. Similarly women must be split between their sexuality and nurturing instincts with archetypes most commonly iterate as the “Mother” vs. the “Whore”.

Transness, gender fluidity, non-binary identity, and/or having a focus on personal completeness outside of social construct is a beautiful and freeing place to reside and play within the self. The opportunity to recognize complexity not only within one’s own sex, gender identity, and orientation, but within all of the roles and archetypes set forth within society is critical work. Each of us is a dynamic whole attracted to and successful in embodying (to varying degrees) any archetype presented. Naturally we align with some types more than others — though if being a character actor has taught me anything, it is that empathy for all “types” is not only possible but deeply important and personally effectacious.

The construction worker/plumber/farmer (male body-alligned archetype) day in and day out also works with numbers and real world problem solving to get the job done. The CEO/computer programmer/scientist (deemed essentially intellectual) in order to be effective is inspired by their ability to take in the responses and reactions to their work by the self and the physical world around.

Pregnancy, the so-called harbinger of a nurturer-to-be, is a natural result of expressed sexuality.  Not all sexuality will result in pregnancy. Not all pregnancies are a result of sex or consensual sexuality. Not all nurturers have been through a pregnancy. Not all pregnancies result in nurturing. The nurturer must attend to the needs of their own body first in order not to burn out or harm those in their charge. The sexually accommodating/free/engaged person must care for their health through medical checks, research, development of habits with which to stay safe and healthy, trips to the store for toys, various supplies, and cleaning materials — is this not a dedicated form of nurturance? Sharing a thoughtful and enjoyable sexuality can be deeply nurturing.

Our realities are more complex than the variably defined filters which “identity” causes us to view our civilization, one another, and ourselves through.

Behavior: what we do is as important as how we identify. If we identified along the lines of every experience we’ve had, over time we might allow ourselves to continue having more varied experiences. There is a crisis in communication concerning sexuality, a gap of honesty within ourselves and to one another which allows us to cling tightly to an “idea of oneself” — one’s stated identity — which sends concentric shock waves of distortion to all those nearby. For example, who’s ever been in a relationship where they’ve been led to believe one thing about their partner which, in actual practice, was not completely lived as advertised? We deceive through omission much about our experiences, our behaviors, and our feelings, perhaps in an effort to fit in with what we believe others wish to believe about us, and perhaps to reinforce that which we wish to believe about ourselves.

What if we identified as we have behaved: I’m a “enjoys-making-out-with-anyone-I-feel-kindly-toward-when-I’m-drunk-but-have-only-dated-AMAB-people-romantically-yet-have-enjoyed-being-fisted-by-a-female-during-a-threesome-once-and-only-want-penetration-about-once-a-week-on-average-unless-it’s-with-someone-new-sexual”? It would be more difficult for that person to communicate quickly about what they like and don’t like. I think even more insidiously though, it would be even harder for them to have to explain (and personally own) dissonance with others in a moment of confrontation.

When a woman says they’re “heterosexual”, yet behaviorally has had the experience of making out with another woman “for their male partner’s enjoyment” and found that they liked it too, that woman is not generally expected to make out with other women whenever the opportunity arises. A simple “I’m straight” usually suffices in shutting the scenario down wherever it’s coming from (proposition from another woman, boyfriend wanting it to happen again, or whomever suggesting something like that occur). No one in the situation has to feel bad — because you can’t fight their “identity”. In reality she just might not feel like it. Sadly that’s not a protected reason for turning someone down in most communities, and that articulation may not be respected.

People use a similar line of meaning making when they fail to disclose sexual activity to a partner they’re supposed to be transparent with when the sexual experience happened outside the parameters of “counting”. Take that same woman, she might have a sexual experience with another woman and not tell her boyfriend about it because “it didn’t count” since she’s “heterosexual”. He may still want knowledge of that activity disclosed.

Yet another way this manifests is in longterm repression of personal interests and desires. That same woman may repress her desire to have sexual or sensual experiences with women because she doesn’t want her “heterosexuality” (and let’s be honest: usually all of the privileges it holds) to be put into question by herself or by others.

In all of the above instances it’s illustrated that we’re more attached to the “idea of an identity” than we are to being honest with others or even ourselves about our feelings, reactions, desires, actions, and possibilities. It’s hard to say to someone “I’m not interested” without having an excuse for why it’s “not about them” and “not in your control”. It’s difficult to be explicit and thoughtful about one’s feelings when faced with opportunity, desire, fear, confusion, complexity, inexperience, and a million other felt situations. It’s hard to react to a moment by slowing down and considering all of the moving parts before explaining what you are open and not open to experiencing in that very moment. Sometimes this is doubly reinforced because we are afraid of another person’s reaction to rejection. I think it’s also connected to the common desire “to be liked”. Rejection may cause others not to like us as much, and most everyone wants to identify as “someone who is liked”.

I identify as “sexual”, as in: I’m either attracted to you or not, just like everyone else. A note on what this does not mean:

  • This doesn’t mean that if I am attracted to you I necessarily want to get sexy or romantic about it.
  • This doesn’t mean that if I’m not sexually attracted to you that I never will be. I’ve found on more than one occasion that after years of getting to know someone more intimately I’ve come to find them increasingly sexually palatable and if the right moment came along so might some degree of romantic or sensual/sexual connection.
  • This doesn’t mean that if I am attracted to you and want to get down about it right now that I’ll feel that way in a half hour, a week, or a year from now. I’ve definitely fallen out of sexual attraction with people, and I don’t think I’m the only one to have that experience.

These are all reasons why our culture’s deepening understanding surrounding consent is so important in conversations about sensuality and identity. We are starting more and more fully to recognize the complexity of everyone’s wiring and to ask for consent each time we want to plug in. This is also why it’s critical to be able to talk about sexuality and identity and have the courage to articulate, consider, grow, change, and rearticulate as our needs, feelings, and interests evolve.

The Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone: which is to say, it’s already archetypically expected that through experience and time we change, we grow, and we become. I remember reading an article once that quoted an older person who had been in a very long relationship with their spouse, and they said something to the effect of: to remain in a longterm relationship for decade upon decade one must fall in love with their partner over and over again as they become new people. No one remains unchanged in their lives. Our cells are dying and newly growing every day. We are meant to move through archetypes as we move through new experiences, and to see the world with new eyes and through new reasoning over time. In this technology filled society which overly acknowledges 13-27 year olds and pushes the value of individuality over community, in this time of single generation social groups and media reinforced divisiveness between age brackets, we all lose. We lose sight of one another. We lose sight of where we’re going and where we’ve been. We lose sight of the Earth we live on and the needs of all the organisms cohabiting on our planet which we are not directly speaking to or directing our energies at. Because of these losses we lose the richness of our incredibly complex and diversely intelligent selves. Without these losses, who might each of us be?

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Normal

Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological…

Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological…

Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological…

Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological…

Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological…

Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological…

Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological…

Many people don’t understand the limited meaning of phenotype vs. the complex reality of genotype when invoking the “biological argument” concerning sex and gender. You know, that argument which mistakenly believes it’s trumped a whole discussion thread about who’s allowed to identify how by blurting out, “there’s two sexes, male and female, you can’t argue against biology!”. When one actually looks at the science which is biology though, the biology argument is quite clearly in favor of behavioral diversity and a spectrum of identities. In short: don’t judge a book by the cover a doctor drew of a newborn baby’s genitalia, because there is much much more to a child’s genetic story…

Instead of “Male. Female. Born. Body. Sex. Biological.” Let’s go with:

Phenotype. Genotype. Chromosomes. Gonad development. Hormones. Brain development. Behavior.

Based on biology we should respect each individual’s identity, which can be defined and redefined over the course of a lifetime by the person who owns the body in question. The number of times a day I introduce myself with inaccurate shorthanded terminology is exhausting, but it’s the only way to get a conversation started with most people:

Bisexual

Male/Female/Trans/FTM

Born/Body/Sex

I do not, these days, use the shorthand “Biological Female” or “Biological Male”. It would be inappropriate for a number of reasons even in reference to myself, and it serves as a form of erasure for intersex individuals when everything is argued based on that false dichotomy of terminology. Here are some reasons I don’t even know if I am “biologically female”:

  1. I don’t know what my chromosomes actually are, I’ve never had them tested. It’s entirely possible my chromosomal arrangement is not 46xx.
  2. I do not know for sure what the state of my gonad development was, I’ve never had them looked at in depth — though I was pregnant for a few weeks at the age of 17, so I can assume my gonads developed in a typically female fashion.
  3. I do not know what my hormone levels were prior to taking Testosterone for HTR (hormone replacement therapy). Now that my hormone levels are more in line with a typical male’s levels, and I am am physically attaining secondary male physical characteristics, I think we can safely say I am not currently 100% “biologically female”, even if I was prior to HRT.
  4. I have never had my brain scanned (excellent and very recent article, btw). Over the years there’s been mounting evidence that there are differences in cis male, cis female, and transgender brains — even prior to any HRT regimen. These differences indicate that brain sex develops separately from gonadal sex, and there are measurable reasons why some people with passing female or male external genitalia feel, think, and experience dissonance with that sex categorization.

If something can be masculinized or feminized, like the gonads are and the brain is in fetal development, doesn’t it stand that “masculine” and “feminine” are by default on a spectrum which everyone, regardless of sex, has access to and may fall developmentally within grey areas of? There is much more to our genetic realities than phenotypic categorization, which is useful only as a generalization, and in that generalized state does much harm to certain individuals.

He said “You’re attractive as a female”. I know he didn’t mean it that way. By “that way” I mean I don’t think he was dismissing my stated genderfluid identity on purpose. I think this specific man is older and doesn’t have the language practice to say something more refined, or interesting and affirmative such as, “you’re attractive” or “regardless of your sex/gender/identity I find you stunning and want to spend time with you.”

I don’t want to be attractive “as a female”, just like Clair Huxtable didn’t want to “still look good” on her 46th birthday. I want to be attractive explicitly “as me”. Why is there a need for modifiers, which only serve to trip people up? The concept that attraction is gendered rather than an individualized appreciation is ludacris.

I identify as: woman, boy, imp, and creature. Not girl. Not man. My phenotypical femaleness is an annoying base description which persists from the mouths of those people who refuse to or fail to acknowledge the transness of my whole identity. Over and over again, the shorthand persists, even though it is hurtful and incorrect for all of the reasons I’ve stated above. Repeated emphasis from bullying mouths wears one down. I don’t like being exhausted by persistently advocating for who I am because of the way people want to (read: feel comfortable) typify me — a thing they have been taught to do by a limited language full of misnomers fed by schoolyard repetitions. It’s disheartening.

I love my body. My body is the body of a genderfluid person, not the body of a biological female. That is what is normal for me.

Normal is how I feel on Testosterone. Before which I experienced a lot of anxiety and depression, and didn’t like myself as much.

Normal is people seeing me as trans, fluid, and nonbinary (not man or woman) and celebrating all of who I am instead of asking me to pick a side for their comfort.

Normal is the expression of my whole self, as I’m feeling it in the moment, visibly communicated and understood by the world around me.

Normal is my natural body, hair unshaved… (record scratches to a halt).

Here’s something interesting and newly observed by me:

My entire life I have felt uncomfortable when I’ve shaved my armpits. Fascinatingly enough, I shaved them a week ago, which is the first time I’ve shaved my body hair since starting on testosterone. Historically any time I’ve shaved my armpits, even in adolescence, I felt as though my naked armpits were ugly, naked whale looking things, and I’ve only enjoyed them when they’ve been shaded by the growth of my natural hair. I don’t feel that way this time around. I have no opinion with hair or without hair about how my armpits look. This is new.

It reminds me of my lifelong connection to my hands. My whole life, since childhood, I would look at my hands and they never seemed real to me. I felt like they were supposed to be paws and that they should look more like paws. I never really “recognized” my hands as my own when I looked at them. Shortly after starting testosterone last June I had the experience of glancing down at my hands and recognizing them as hands, and as my own hands. Normal. I can see my body as mine and as attractive and right for the first time in my life.

If HRT is causing me to be less dysphoric about my body, what exactly does “dysphoria” mean when pertaining to gender identity?

My medical records state that I have Gender Dysphoria. However, I feel better than I ever have about my body and my health since I started HRT. I feel normal. Perhaps what this indicates is that society is dysphoric in its dichotomic expectations of individual human beings, which lay outside the parameters of varietal biological reality. Maybe in a world where when I said “I identify as gender neutral/fluid/FemmeBoy” and I was treated and recognized as such, I would not “need” testosterone to feel normal in my body and less anxious. Then again, even in that world I would still wish my facial hair would grow, my clitoris was larger, and my sexual appetite more regular. Yet again, also in that world being prescribed testosterone for these reasons would probably be “on label usage” instead of an off label experiment to allay the psychologies of those with a dysphoric “mental illness”.

This is all just to say, “I am me, and you are you”, let’s respect one another for the experiences and preferences we have about our own bodies, shall we? Those preferences and experience are backed by a science we call “biology”.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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