Posted by: Ryan on: May 18, 2008
Women’s bodies are public property. This is quite a Feminism 101 concept. Women’s bodies are up for public consumption, critique, and possession. I’ve long accepted that. I’ve witnessed it in my own life.
As I am accepted as male more and more, I am granted the privileges of not having my appearance commented upon, I am given more personal space, I am not touched by strangers, my weight is now irrelevant. People used to brush past me without so much as a comment… now I get a ’sorry mate’ if people walk past me close, without even touching me.
Even if people see me as a butch dyke, they generally extend me a similar set of privileges, regarding personal space, and not sexualising my body.
I have discovered that if I am outed as trans, all those privileges, privileges which should be rights, are immediately waived. Trans bodies are barely human. I no longer have feelings, or a need for personal space, or privacy.
Every time I have been out partying recently, and been outed as trans, either by myself or someone else, I have had at least one person subsequently try to grab my crotch. I’m really not cool with people grabbing my private parts.
People asking me questions about the contents of my briefs is bad enough, without them trying to investigate on their own.
Thats the worst offense, but the analysis of my masculinity, or lack there of, questions about my breasts, patting my chest, coming on to me cos “trans men are hot” (as opposed to ‘Ryan is hot’, there’s a tangible difference, and one that I don’t like at all).
I used to have no boundaries at all, I was constantly vulnerable, and being harassed so constantly that it was just life. However, even as a woman that was propositioned for sex at work more than once, kissed by customers, had my arms stroked, my arse pinched, been grabbed, and so on, I have never experienced the same level of extreme disrespect and invasion of my body as I have in recent times.
I have found that I have had to get tough, and get tough fast. Last night I had to be very firm with a drag queen who wanted to investigate my crotch. Its occurred to me, that being assertive is no longer optional. Passivity puts me in real danger.
I haven’t experienced this quite to the same extent you have (then again, I don’t go to parties and the like–I mostly hang out with just friends and co-workers), but when I first come out to acquaintances, they seemed to like asking me about my genitals and what a “sex-change” will do to them.
The first couple times I, naively, told them what hormones would do and what surgeries were available–but after the first two people asked me (out of the three or so I had told at that point) I started to just point them towards google and then change the subject.
I’m generally okay with some of those sorts of questions from my friends; we talk about sex and stuff all the time (everything from our favorite position to penis size to embarrassing moments/exes). But that doesn’t mean I’m going to tell someone I just met how my boyfriend and I fuck. >.<
My first (and only) experience with a trans* chatroom back in high school involved some chaser telling me trannybois were the best of both worlds and that she wanted to fuck me. I asked her how we were the best of both worlds and why there were only two worlds. She got flustered and said something about boy parts and girly parts–and then I told her I just have boy parts, since I’m a boy and therefore all my parts are boy parts. She never replied, I closed the chatwindow, and then went back to reading Harry/Draco fanfic.
I can’t really compare my experiences with a person perceived as a woman’s though; I pretty much started passing as a 12 year old cis*boy or dyke back when I was 16 and even before then I looked young for my age so no one really bothered me about sexual stuff.
I went away to boarding school at 14, so I feel like I did a lot of the experimenting and discovering myself that most people don’t do until they’re in college. Though I did try to force myself to be a girl in middle-school. >.<
So around 15 I started to question my gender (after being in denial for years) and came out to myself as a guy around 16/17.
I have to be careful what I wear or how I style my hair–I’m actually rather borderline on passing as a cis*guy, so small cues can tip the balance.
But I think at least some of it really is attitude; and if I firmly correct someone they just apologize and move on.
Though I have had to suppress and abandon (hopefully temporarily) a lot of my more feminine tendencies. No eyeliner or longish hair until I’ve been on T for a while; and I know I’ll never pass as a straight, gender-normative guy (limp wrists and the like).
My voice is high too, but I’m trying to train myself to talk lower and more from my chest as opposed to my throat.
1 | Jacky V.
May 19, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Ugh. As I was reading this blog, my inbox “dinged” me to signal a new message. It was from an old girlfriend that I “virtually” bumped into and came out to a couple of days ago. Instead of any questions about how I was doing, when I made my decision, etc, I get a question on how I will get a hard-on after a sex change operation. Now, I can deal with the assumption that most people have that a “sex change” for a transguy automatically entails a phallo. I thought so too before I knew anything about transsexuality and transition. But christ almight, why does this person think it’s ok to go straight for the cock? Just because we used to fuck??
Argh! All that to say that it’s ironic that I should get that email while I’m reading your post on how we have no perceived right to privacy.