Cheerful Megalomaniac

Blog Death

Posted by: Ryan on: January 30, 2009

Hi all!

First of all, I would like to thank everyone that came ‘looking’ for me. :) It was nice to feel important to people that way.

Second of all, I’m announcing the closure of CheerfulMegalomaniac for personal reasons. Its been fun, thus far, but its time for bigger and better things.

So, if I’m on your blog roll, or RSS feed, you may as well remove me. This is the last post this blog will see before wordpress.com eventually purges this account.

Cheers
Ryan

Tales from The Life of Ryan

Posted by: Ryan on: September 16, 2008

So I continue to be plagued by high schoolers doing assignments on Scott Westerfields book ‘Uglies’. Thats about the most notable thing happening on my blog at the moment.

In my non-internet life, I am spending lots of time with my gorgeous girlfriend, and hanging out at cafe’s with friends. There are meetings about Spring Out, the local Pride Festival, and I should start thinking about Transgender Day of Remembrance stuff.

I’ve also made my initial appointment with a surgeon for top surgery. I’m pretty excited about it. I wish that they would give me a ball park estimate for the cost of the surgery itself, cos I don’t have insurance and so will have to pay most of it up front. Thankfully this clinic uses the ‘reconstructive surgery’ rather than ‘cosmetic surgery’ language and item codes, cos that means that I can claim back medicare even though I’m still registered as female with them.

I’m looking forward to going to Sydney for a party in early October, and generally goofing off over the long weekend. I want to get to Melbourne some time around my birthday too. Maybe on the weekend of the 18th? Not sure yet.

In reading, I just finished Sex Changes by Patrick Califia. (OMG, I totally LOVE HIM.) I’ve started ‘Thats Revolting’ by Mattilda (Matt) Bernstein Sycamore, and have More Tales of the City and a book of Queer Theory on my list. I do need to lay off on the radical queer politics a bit after this though, and read a comic book, or a kids book or something. My brain is getting a bit sore.

I’ve been watching Buffy, and I’m about to start watching Battlestar Galactica once I get a hold of the miniseries. I found a two disc special edition of Watership Down and the Plague Dogs, which is really exciting. I’m looking forward to watching those some time.

And that is my busy little life. :)

Wattle is a very fine bush but…

Posted by: Ryan on: September 15, 2008

So Wattle is the Australian national plant or something. Its like a big green bush covered in little yellow balls of pollen. Its really pretty, but its killer if you have hayfever. Across the university campus and there are dozens of bushes covered in wattle blossoms, being tossed around in a spring breeze.

I am currently cowering in my office because I forgot to take my hayfever anti-histamine tablet before I left the house this morning. Everytime I go outside my eyes swell up, and my nose runs, and I start to feel increasingly miserable. Its most unpleasant.

I feel like going and taking up residence in a bubble. A pollen free bubble.

Tip for Life

Posted by: Ryan on: September 12, 2008

To all those kids who find my blog by Googling for Scott Westerfield’s Uglies, Pretties, Specials books, because they have some book report to do for school…

Here’s an idea.

READ THE GODDAMN BOOKS.
They are not difficult, they are fun, and entertaining, and the kinds of questions that you are being asked are really really basic!
Also, I will not do your homework for you, even if you try to trick me by saying you are a graduate student doing a thesis on the books.

However, kudos for realising that these days you never really have to read the material first hand, cos Google has all the answers.

*sigh*

Sometimes I despair for the world.

Living, and other acts of Defiance

Posted by: Ryan on: September 12, 2008

Little Light writes that It is time for us to acknowledge that our love is an act of war.

I say let’s call down the thunders, then. Let’s stand and fight. Let’s own that our love is a matter of artillery, and fire salvo after salvo. Let’s hold hands and kiss and fuck and dance while all over, rock shears from the cliff-faces of their shuddering world and it frays at the seams. Let’s defiantly exist, exist hard, right next to them, public, brazen, beautiful. Let’s drill and march and right on their doorsteps let’s have unacceptable bodies and loud music and food whose aromas they find foreign and offensive. Let’s fucking sing.

We can call it jubilation. They can call it war. Either way, the results are the same. We succeed, and walk hand in hand into a new world where our very existence is not considered a violation, or we do not–and are no longer in a position to care.

Its a quiet battle of attrition. They wear me out. They tell me I’m not manly enough, that I am not allowed to behave in certain ways, because those gestures and words betray the inauthentic nature of my masculinity. I am still a woman, or even a girl in their minds.
Every day my voice gets a little deeper, my face gets a little hairier, and I become more monstrous in their eyes.
They must stop me! How can I truly be happy like this?
That every day as they redouble their efforts to convince me to step back I grow a little stronger, a little less vulnerable. Physically, emotionally, my muscles get harder, and my mind gets firmer.

I wont back down from who I truly am. I will not butch up to convince you I am a man, nor will I allow you to treat me as a woman. I am myself, a beautiful gargoyle with a heart of stone. I care not for your insistent and terrified mewling. I will not be convenient. I will not be neat. Your binary will not cage me.

Inconsistent Branding

Posted by: Ryan on: September 10, 2008

I have a problem with consistency. I am notoriously inconsistent. I don’t apologise for this.
When I am given new data I expand or alter my theories to allow for these new idea’s. People who are consistent have to ignore new data or alter the data to make it fit their theories.

So, in keeping with my massive changes recently I’ve rewritten my About page.

Every now and then I wonder if this state of constant change will mean that I will always be unstable. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I will reach a level of fluidity in my identity that will mean the people around me will just go ‘Oh, thats just Ryan being Ryan. He’s a leather daddy this month. Last month he was a total queen. I wonder what he’ll do next month?’

Believing that identity is entirely self constructed, and gender and sexuality are completely fluid gives me the luxury of being able to be whoever I want to be without having to go through an ‘identity crisis’ on the way there.
I used to believe that sexuality and gender were both fixed. Then I came around to the idea that sexuality was fluid (after all, I used to only be into girls, then I started liking boys, and now I think anyone queer is totally hot). Until extremely recently though, I still believed that gender was fixed, and innate.
Being masculine identified had been such a vital corner stone of my identity that I couldn’t set it down easily even after it was becoming increasingly clear that my gender identity was shifting radically from what it was a few months ago, or a year ago, or 5 years ago, even after a relatively long period of stability.

I don’t know if it is humanly possible for someone to keep changing at the rate I have changed over the last 24 months for their entire lives. It’s exhausting, and at times I get so tired, and depressed, and sick of explaining to people that everything is different to how it was last time I spoke to them. Actually, I’ve just stopped talking to a lot of those people. Anyone that needs me to explain myself to them everytime I see them, is generally not a healthy person to have around. (Curiosity is fine, but as soon as I feel like I have to Have A Good Reason for my behaviour things get too hard.)

So it seems much easier to just declare that I will be whoever I want to be right now, and that I reserve the right to change myself anyway I want, whenever I want.

And even though I promised I wouldn’t lie to the gatekeepers to get what I want… I take it back. I’ll lie as much and as often as I need to. I’m a greedy little monster. My body is MINE, and if I want to alter it, then I will. Fuck having Trans Enough reasons.

Also, those peeps that I haven’t seen for a while? You might want to catch up with me soon. I’m not going to be recogniseable in 6 months. My hairs changed colour. My tits are gonna be cut off. I’m growing a fuzzy patch of bum fluff on my chin.

And lastly, I will leave you with a funny story, a conversation that occurred between a friend of mine, and an old school mate:
Friend: “Hey do you remember [Girlname] from Highschool?”
Old School Mate: “Oh, yeah, I do. She was soooo quiet and shy.”
Friend: “Well, he’s a guy now, and he’s really noisy.”

Flavours of Masculinity

Posted by: Ryan on: September 10, 2008

There’s a new Australian Porn mag called Spunk that is due to be launched soon. More info about it can be found here at The Space Behind My Eyes. Now, the cut of for contributions has past, but if you want to contribute something now, I understand that they will still take things for a little longer if you ask nicely.

The reason I am bringing this up is because there is a fabulous list of different kinds of masculinity in that post, and frankly I’m fascinated. I think that often trans men can get caught up in trying to present the approved form of masculinity, in order to pass, and to fit in with other t-boys. The gatekeeper process also values those presentations of masculinity, making it easier to transition if you either naturally display that form of masculinity, or can fake it well enough for your appointments.

I’ve been having rolling gender crises recently as I renegotiate my identity, and integrate many of the new things I have learned about identity and gender and queerness and masculinity and transness and assimilation and seperatism and radical politics and lesbians and fags and genderqueers and stuff…

I’m not a manly man. I don’t even know if I’m a man anymore. Maybe I’m a boy? A boi? Maybe I’m a boydyke or a girlfag or a girlboy-fagdyke??? Maybe I would have been queer even if I was born male?
I think that a person is truly genderqueer when they have deconstructed their own gender to the point where they don’t even know what gender they are anymore.

I’ve reached that point.

Even if I don’t know what gender I am, I know what I want. I am more certain than ever before. I want top surgery, and to keep taking T. I don’t want bottom surgery cos I love my little dicklet as it is. I want to get hairier, and more muscular. I want to wear pretty dresses and skirts. I want to wear pants, and ties, and suspenders. I want to find a very fine hat, even if it makes me look like a girl. I want to wear eyeliner, and I want to be a walking, living, breathing deliberate parody of traditional heterosexual masculinity.

Nasal Spray Monogamy

Posted by: Ryan on: September 5, 2008

So one of my friends linked to this New Scientist article about a ‘monogamy gene’ that has been found in humans.

I actually hate it when scientists find genes for behavioural variations that are considered ‘abnormal’ by most of society. They are mercifully failing to find a ‘Gay Gene’, though there is some talk of an ‘Tranny gene’, and now they claim to have found the ‘monogamy gene’. I always feel vaguely nervous that they will start to test people for those genes and start trying to eliminate ‘undesireable’ diversity from society.

This article frames things in an extremely heterocentric, monogamy-centric way. The team plans on investigating how a nasal spray of the chemical ‘vassopressin’ affects jealousy and altruism. I’m really interested in how this study will be carried out, because its really not clear from the article how this discovery is related to complex relationship models like polyfidelity/polyamory and so on. They probably don’t know, because the study seems to make the assumption that everyone is either relationship challenged (single, or in a monogamous relationship that is in crisis) or monogamous.

Its also quite a narrow study in that the only kind of person that it appears were studied were heterosexual men. Which is fine for starters, but what about women, and queers, and poly people? So many questions, so few answers!

Leaving Planet Trans? But I like it here…

Posted by: Ryan on: September 1, 2008

From my drafts folder. Originally written On July 1st

There’s an interesting discussion over at the FTM LJ community.

The Original Poster says:

The trouble is, though, that I’ve realized that “being trans” so obsessively and completely pre-transition prevented me from establishing other interests. So now, I can go anywhere and do anything I want (safely) but I don’t know what I like, or what I don’t like, or anything. And I’m almost 24 – so people kind of expect me to have all of that figured out already – since most 24 year olds do. I kind of feel like I’m rebuilding myself from the ground up, and that I have to hurry in order to catch up to everyone else.

There’s a number of commenters who had a similar experience of being ‘obsessively trans’ until, they were then able to go stealth, and I am aware of real life friends that have felt the same way after realising that they *can* choose to go stealth.

I wonder if I’ll ever hit this point?

I somehow doubt it. My transition doesn’t have a finite time frame. Its not a check list.
Haircut? Check.
Boy pants? Check.
Testosterone injections? Check.
Name change? Check.

When does it end? When I get rid of the last of the stuff that I don’t like, and was only given to me because its the ’sort of thing you give a girl’? When I have a hysto? When I have top surgery? When I pass 100%? When my birth certificate erases my female past, and has my new name and ‘corrected’ gender added to it? When most people in my life know me as ‘that guy Ryan’ instead of ‘that transguy Ryan’?

Sometimes, because the stories of intersexed boys raised as girls transitioning to male are so common I feel tempted to not correct peoples assumptions. I want to be valid, I want to be acknowledged. I want to be a person with a medical condition corrected by the wonders of modern science.
I don’t have a medical condition. I will never be ‘cured’ of my femaleness, of my queerness. I am not intersex.
The medical establishment is not a hero, rescuing me from a dire situation. It is a gaoler with keys, and locks, and chains, and secret passwords, and if I say all the right things maybe I can get past every gate, every door, maybe I can get out, see the sky, find freedom.

I don’t see an end to my transition coming. I don’t have a check list of things to do before I stop being ‘obsessively trans’. I am not obsessively trans. This is all consuming, but not the way these posters mean. My life still has room for other things, and sometimes I get all gendered out, and have to take some time, have a breather, read a book.

I don’t have a destination in mind. I will never Arrive, because I don’t want to stop traveling. I might pause along the way in a few places, but this journey is a fascinating one, rich, and full of interest. I’m not ‘looking for myself’ anymore. I am looking for wisdom, beauty, fun, love, sex, rebellion, freedom…
I’m not looking for truth.

I am searching for understanding. I want to understand all the diversity that is out there. I will not slot neatly into a male role.

Being Horrifyingly Wrong

Posted by: Ryan on: September 1, 2008

I have been going through my old blog posts and adding them to categories, cos many of them are simply marked ‘uncategorised’. While I do this, I have been reading some of them. I’m up to about January of this year, and I have to say that I am HORRIFIED by some of the things that I thought and said.

For example, in my first post about pansexuality, I not only called intersexed people ‘hermaphrodites’, but I also said that I was more interested in dating cisgendered women than any other demographic. My head nearly exploded when I read the post. I felt a strong urge to flame myself in the comments thread. I said some moderately dumb things in my more recent post on pansexuality, but nothing as appalling as I said back in January.

I think the point that I am trying to make with this post, is please take anything I say on this blog with a grain of salt, especially if I said it more than 2 weeks ago! I change my mind radically and frequently. (And I am also prone to being a douche)

I also want to say… sometimes people say stupid things cos they don’t know any better, not because they hate a particular group. For example, I have no problem with fucking trans women, although it certainly looks like I’m an ignorant transphobic dickwad in that post, and in some of the others I’ve written. Sometimes people need to learn things before they can be a good ally. Thankfully I’ve had a bunch of lovely commenters on this blog who resisted the urge to flame me, and have been gently prodding me in the direction of becoming a better ally.

I’ve had some experiences that were extremely alienating, where my very identity was brought into question because I said some dumb things.
I was no less trans 5 years ago when I was still a fundamentalist Christian. I was no less trans 3 years ago when I was deeply misogynistic and hated my womanhood. I was no less trans 1 year ago today, when I was considering killing myself, and was still 24 hours away from hearing that I could transition.
Over the last 12 months my explorations of queer theory and gender theory have made me much more open minded, but that said, I still fuck up. I say dumb shit, especially about sexual orientation and women, and feminism. Like, the other day, I was wanking lyrical about something, and my girlfriend had to tell me I was being stupid, and I was like ‘Oh yeah… ergh, so stupid!’ cos I hadn’t been thinking. She didn’t call me a misogynistic prick and dump my arse right there on the spot though, because she understands that I am stupid, not malicious, and that I *am* learning.

I think that its important to keep in mind that someone might be lashing out because they are feeling frustrated, and marginalised and oppressed, and that if you *do know better than them*, then it is really not productive to flame them, attack them, and in the worst cases, get them kicked out of the only communities that can help them come to grips with their issues.
Two alternative choices are to either choose to leave the conversation, because is it really worth the stress? Or, more helpful, is to open a discussion where you teach the newbie how to be a better ally. If you don’t want the role of teacher, and not everyone does, and no one should ever feel obliged to teach an newbie ally, then you could just redirect them to other resources, or again… leave the conversation.

I have been watching people flame others in LiveJournal communities, and I started to wonder, why do they bother? I think that some people are just bullies. Some people are just intolerant. Some people are just grumpy. Some people have clearly misinterpreted the original post.
Its not productive though. No one learns anything, other than not to piss of certain individuals or cliques, cos they have the power in the trans livejournal communities.

I am glad that I didn’t get flamed when I was still teetering between feminism and misogyny. If I’d been roasted for saying something stupid back then, I’d have run terrified from the feminist community. I understand that it is not a minorities job to educate their allies, but get serious people… if we don’t educate them, then who will?
If I don’t tell my (straight & cisgendered) colleagues what is inappropriate behavior regarding trans people, who will? They can’t work it out for themselves, though they get most of the major points (pronouns, names, not outing people etc) without being told, less obvious things need to be brought to their attention, and without rudeness, or they just get shy about asking me questions.

Sure, sometimes people are just stupid, and need to be called on their shit, but calling someone out doesn’t have to mean questioning their identity, insulting them, insulting anyone that defends them, or calling on your attack dogs to take them down. It means saying ‘Thats stupid/problematic/wrong because…’.

I’m still suffering from hurt feelings, as is no doubt somewhat clear. I have experienced 22 years of misogyny… I don’t pass nearly often enough to be so removed from the female experience as to not understand it. I try my best to be loving, open and accepting or all kinds of people.
I do however have my own minority status as an FTM, and I feel that those that would ask me to ignore my own communities needs in favour of being an ally to another community are showing a huge sense of entitlement to my time and energy.

That said, I am still learning, and I do want to be called out for saying shitty things when I say them, just in an understanding way. Cos you know, if someone hadn’t told me that hermaphrodite is an inappropriate way to refer to intersexed people, I *still would not know better*. But if I’d been flamed for talking about hermaphrodites, I might have decided to simply pretend that intersexed people don’t exist to avoid offending people, instead of trying to learn more so I could avoid being a dickhead.

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