Fragile Femininity
May 16, 2008 — RyanAt some point I decided that I must be a feminine kind of man. A flaming fag, a queen, a femme FTM. I am not exactly sure what led to this self-assessment. Perhaps influenced a lot by others telling me that I am too feminine to be a trans man.
Last Monday my boss told me that he and the other guys in my department had thought that I was a ‘relatively butch lesbian’. I had never heard myself described as “butch” before that moment. It was a bit of a surprise really. I’ve never seen myself as butch. In fact, because my last girlfriends ‘type’ had been ‘butch dykes’, I had wondered what she saw in *me*.
Since last monday I have been called ‘butch’ a few times. I am starting to reassess my ‘femininity’. Particularly when I said to a friend tonight that I consider myself a rather femme guy, and she said ‘Femme!? No, no honey, I’m really not seeing it.’
It then occurred to me that perhaps, just perhaps, I am not a feminine guy. Perhaps my ‘femininity’ was just an ILLUSION created by my previous conformity to various gender norms that I have since thrown out the window.
I mean, there isn’t really anything that ‘femme’ about me, that isn’t directly related to the effects of estrogen on my body. Well, other than my pink mobile phone, and my satchel with the retro 80’s flower motif on the lining fabric, and most people are various levels of shocked when they see me reveal those items.
I’ve been feeling a little insecure over the last few days. I don’t actually like transgressing the norms I was raised to accept and abide by. I don’t feel comfortable perched outside the gender binary. That said, I don’t want to trade one kind of gender oppression for another. What is the point in stepping off the feminine pedastal, only to pick up and carry the heavy weight of masculinity?
Last Monday I started living ‘as a man’ in every aspect of my life. I am Mr Ryan to everyone. At work, as well as socially. I think that change has subtly changed my attitude, and as such I am being misgendered less than every before. I have noticed that strangers refer to me as ‘mate’ a lot. Its a guy thing that I had never noticed before. ‘Excuse me, mate’, ‘Sorry, mate’, ‘Yeah, they’re open, mate’. Three times just this evening.
I don’t feel a need to pretend that I am more masculine than I am. In the past I have felt extremely insecure about being a ‘real girl’, and behaved in hyper-feminine ways to overcompensate for what I saw as my shortcomings as a woman. Now days though, I feel kinda content to just be me, and I am discovering that the person I am, and the person I thought I would be are a little different. I am in fact, more masculine than I thought I was, now that I feel free to express that part of myself.
I have to say that I am a little surprised.
I am left sitting here tonight feeling slightly amazed and bemused by my extreme average-ness. I’ve always been a rather exceptional girl. Into ‘non-traditional’ pursuits, so to speak.
However, I am not special anymore. Not particularly non-conformist, or non-traditional, or subversive. I’m not shattering gender binaries, or being a gender warrior, or trail blazing in any way shape or form.
I’m just a regular guy.
I feel normal for the first time in my life, even though I am about as far from *normal* as one person can get.