Image description: four panel comic First panel shows hands holding a game boy with Pokemon Professor Oak saying “now tell me. Are you a boy? Or are you a girl?” Second panel shows a masculine presenting individual holding the game boy saying “Haha!, but of course I’m a …” Third panel has the same person with a shocked expression. Fourth panel has the same person now presenting stereotypically fem in a pink top and a skirt, staring in the mirror with a tear of joy on her face.
If only breaking the egg were that easy, young me was so stubborn and in denial it took going through fuck ton of pain and crippling gender dysphoria to finally make me understand and stop being stupid.
I would prefer a society which leaves gender expression to the individual, without demanding people to fit arbitrary (and, therefore, changing) cultural norms.
If you wanted to crack your egg, you ought simply to have walked between 1280 and 10240 steps, depending on your egg group.
But seriously, same. I knew I was trans as a teen but I stuck it out pretending to be cis until my 30s “for an easy life”.
Oh yeah. I remember lots of stupid excuses. Like that I didn’t want to be trans because it was hard, or saying that I was a boy because I have a dick. Some of them were really stupid excuses. I once said I didn’t want to be a girl because if I was trans I couldn’t do sports. I don’t even like sports and was never good at them, that was pure cope.
In my case there was only ever the one excuse, which is that I thought the pain of being a social outcast (I’m never gonna pass) would be worse than the pain of dysphoria. I knew trans people and thought: “Damn, they must have been in a lot of pain. Unlike me; I’m only in a bearable amount of pain. I hardly want to unalive myself at all except sometimes.”