Posted by: Ryan on: August 29, 2008
This first one is long, but well worth the read:
BODY SHAME, BODY PRIDE: LESSONS FROM THE DISABILITY RIGHTS MOVEMENT by Eli Clare
Late at night
as I trace the long curve of your body,
tremors touch skin, reach inside,
and I expect to be taunted, only to have you
rise beneath my hands, ask for more.Let’s lean towards a place where we can name bodily difference, even through our ambivalence, grief, longing, in ways that don’t fan the flames of shame, a place where none of us expect to be taunted and we know ourselves to be sexy and desirable.
and
I want to nurture the most complex conversation possible about how we disclose our bodies and identities to strangers, friends, co-workers, lovers, tricks, doctors, family. I want to honor all the losses and gains contained in each decision to be out or not. At the same time, I want to challenge the argument I hear sometimes that being trans is simply a private bodily and medical matter, no one’s business beyond our closest intimates.
The ability to keep bodily matters private is a privilege that some of us will never have. Just ask a poor person on welfare, a fat person, a visibly disabled person, a pregnant woman. Ask a person of color whose ethnic heritage isn’t seemingly apparent. Just ask a seriously ill person, a gender ambiguous person, a non-passing transman or transwoman. All these people experience public scrutiny, in one way or another, of their bodies.
Gender Variance in Autism: How much is just Sensory? by Lindsay
I don’t think there are very many articles on this — research on gender and autism tends to concentrate more on differences between male and female autistics and on the incidence of co-occurring autism and gender identity disorder than on simply describing what gender expression in autistic people looks like — so I will stick to anecdote, and restrict this post to more of a “Please be aware that unusual gender presentation by an autistic person might actually reflect that person’s sensory preoccupations, with the gendered aspects of dress or accessories being entirely incidental” public-service announcement, rather than make any attempt at definitive statements.
Transgender Vs Asperger by Punkfairy
A psychologist I saw when I was coming out to myself told me that many of her patients had asperger’s, and that many of their asperger “symptoms” disappeared when they altered their body with HRT or by surgery (they were all gender variant/genderqueer in some way) and became happier with themselves.
Gender Identity by Shiva
I wouldn’t go so far as to say that all autistic people are non-normatively gendered, but i do believe that there is probably some sort of link between autism and atypical gender identity. My suspicion is that “group identities” in general (such as ethnicity, class identity, national identity, etc) are less logical and less necessary to autistic people than they are to neurotypical people, and (the social component of) gender identity would be included in that – so, if 2 people both lacked innate gender identity, and one was autistic but the other NT, the autistic person would probably be the more likely to identify as androgynous/agendered/genderqueer, whereas the NT might well still think ze had an innate gender identity due to hir gendered socialisation. (Autistic children are also much more likely to resist gendered socialisation… or, indeed, any kind of socialisation at all
)
Sex: not just about penetration (no, not even for heterosexuals) by Shiva
(Have I mentioned how much I love Shiva? Blog crushy!)
There also desperately needs to be something (tho i’m at a loss as to precisely what) done to change the prevailing ideology among young people in the Uk that penis-centred sex is the only valid kind of sex. Young men see fellatio as desirable, and describe it in terms which are, if not explicitly then very heavily implicitly, about making women submit to them, but see cunnilingus as disgusting, even “immoral”. Dancehall and hip-hop artists call men who go down on women “bowcats” and call for their beating, shooting and burning alongside homosexuals. I would really, really love to see a youth culture in which penetration is disparaged as “uncool” and going down on a woman (which i see as probably the greatest privilege a man can be given), or, better yet, making a woman come is the thing young men brag about. In this patriarchal culture i don’t have much hope for that to happen, tho…
Disability Blog Carnival: Sex and Disability Hosted by Zephyr
Oftentimes, people with disabilities are perceived as asexual creatures who have no sexual needs or desires. Other people assume that no one could ever desire us sexually, or that we could ever have satisfying sex lives. Many of us can and do.
Yet, there are specific issues and problems related to sex that we face as disabled people. There are also unique and wonderful experiences we get to have because of the disability. And of course, we do sex differently because of our disabilities. I wanted this carnival to give us a chance to share our sexual experiences and knowledge as disabled people.
Posted by: Ryan on: August 29, 2008
Every now and then an awesome blogger stops blogging, and often deletes their blog too. I think the most recent that I have heard of is Galling Galla, and its a shame that she’s gone.
This sort of thing usually happens in the wake of a blog war of some description.
I myself am sick of flame wars between bloggers, and so I got to thinking about deleting Cheerful Megalomaniac, which of course led to me thinking about what my blog is FOR. I blog in two locations. Livejournal, and WordPress. I also have accounts on Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter, del.icio.us and aNobii. I spend a lot of time online, and updating those accounts when I am in the mood. I also have a Google Reader which gets around 200 new posts a day, which means that I spend a lot of time reading blogs and comics, and forums.
Recently I’ve not been online much, and I’ve found myself grown tired of reading the same porn wars, and trans wars, and sex wars, gender wars, over and over again. Hell, if I see one more Mac vs PC battle on SlashDot I am going to go on a rampage smashing in computer screens left right and centre.
In my thoughts about Cheerful Megalomaniac, I realised that I didn’t really want to delete it, because I enjoy writing blog posts. I enjoy sharing my thoughts. I also enjoy the social networking that has been made possible by my blog.
I realised that a much more sensible solution was to simply stop reading the blogs that annoy me, and moderate anyone that attacks me on my blog. My blog is for me, and so I’ll do what I like with it.
So, yeah, I wont be reading many of the blogs that I used to read, which will inevitably change the kind of content you see here. I also wont be as annoyed all the time.
Posted by: Ryan on: August 28, 2008
Things were simpler once upon a time.
I didn’t question my gender. I had simply accepted the fact that I have a male gender identity and a female body, and that was that. End of story, nothing I could do about it, so why think about it too hard?
Of course, once I found out about the possibility of transition, things changed. I started to question gender. I ran across gender theory, and queer theory. My nice, neat, brain sex theory started to seem just a little naive.
My own certainty that I was a man trapped in a woman’s body began to crumble. I still wanted to transition though, I wanted to be acknowledged as the man I felt like. So I started. The way was surprisingly smooth for me. My traditional sounding trans narrative and my extreme determination to make it happen got me through the gatekeeper process in what I am sure is pretty close to record time.
So now I’m on testosterone injections. Each one changes my voice a little, my body hair, my body odour. My body shape is much the same, but I’m hairier, and my face is more boyish. I pass so much better.
I worry though. I worry all the time. We aren’t allowed to express doubts. Gatekeepers jump on our doubts and deny us hormones, and surgery. People who will support us regardless of our doubts are far fewer in number than those that will exclaim that our doubts mean we are cisgendered after all! Transition was a mistake! Oh no!
My worries keep changing form and shape. My current worries are more closely linked to my physical form, and my physical transition than ever before. I am worried that I am wrong about being a man. Maybe I am not a man. Maybe if I transition all the way to male, I’ll have dysphoria on that side of the gender binary too?
I don’t like to identify on the binary anymore. I want to be free to express myself however I am. It frustrates me when people ask me why can’t I just be a boyish girl? Well, no, I want to be a girly-boy. I don’t want to be a stock standard straight dude. I want to be a queer. A girl-boy fag-dyke genderqueer tranny monster.
When I shaved my head the internal picture of how I wanted to look shifted slightly, and it matches how I am right now… girl-curves and all. I worry that too much T will change me into something that I don’t want to be just like not enough T was trapping me as something I didn’t want to be. I don’t know how to balance this. I don’t know how to make the world see me as me.
I’m sticking with T for now, because there are still more changes I want to see. I want my voice to be deeper, my beard to be… beardier.
I might shave my legs and buy some eyeliner though.
Posted by: Ryan on: August 18, 2008
From A Womyn’s Ecdysis:
There is no current US Women’s Movement. There is no US Feminist Movement. What is it that we face? The face of the US movementS change with community and by geography. It changes with all the things that make up the intersection of intersectionality. It is no wonder so much argument and fighting occurs – so many women believe their agenda is the most important. Intersectionality is the tool to help you clarify the dynamic of your own kyriarchal oppression and ALSO to equip yourself to ultimately CHOOSE how to resist. Understanding intersectionality has become the limbo for US media-driven feminists. We wait there until we “get it.”
The danger of intersectionality is that it is often mixed in as an objective of US feminism, not a tool of alliance work or consciousness-raising. It’s a method, not a goal. The perception is that we can’t move forward until we understand the condition of Asian Americans, or disabled womyn, or Black lesbian and queer activists. That is not intersectionality, that is stupidity. There is and should not be One Movement for US womyn because we are as diverse in need as we are in faith, values, and life exposure. Intersectionality is a TOOL, nothing more. We are to first understand ourselves in the context of a kyriarchal system before we can critically understand the condition of other womyn. It’s not oppression olympics, it’s humbling self-decentering. My own story is significant. It is sacred. In studying my own life’s meaning, I uncover the stories of others whose own lives are also significant and sacred. Holding both is not giving up my own power or agenda. Recognizing other lives and individuals and populations does not negate or change the course of my struggle. It enriches it with the power of knowledge, alliance, and shared hope.
I’ve learned that I can carefully be an advocate for womyn’s liberation, but I must fight and live with chosen direction and purpose to truly impact my own community.
There must be action. There must be a statement
Yes.
We don’t all have to fight for the same thing. There doesn’t need to be One Cause that we all fight for. We should all be fighting for what is important to us in our little corner of the world, with other people that think that is important too.
For example, I don’t give a fig about Michfest. OMG, yes I said it!
I don’t care that women aren’t being allowed into Michfest just cos they aren’t ‘womyn-born-womyn’.
You see, Michfest happens in another country. A country to which I have never been, will hopefully never have to go. It is a music festival, to which I have never been, and will never go to. I don’t know anyone who has been, or will go, or would even want to go there.
What I care about is HREOC’s Gender Diversity Project. My t-boy groups BBQ’s, lunches, and dinners. Making a float for Mardi Gras. Hanging out with the local trans community. Making sure people aren’t giving me and my friends shit for being who we are. Making sure that those lesbians I know at Uni can get married some day, and have a honeymoon like they’ve been dreaming of.
These are causes that are important to me. I only have so much energy, so much time, so much to give. If anyone comes to me and asks for a concrete instance of help… a donation, a signature, help them paint a banner, write a letter to a member. I will help if I have the smallest sympathy for their cause.
However, my schedule is full. I learn, I try to understand, I try to be aware. I try to tread lightly, and I ensure that fighting for my rights does not lead to the degradation of another minorities rights… however, there are some things that I just don’t care about.
Michfest is one of them.
Solidarity does not mean that I have to lay down my interests and causes and fight only for the One True Cause. It means that we should do our best to ensure our battles aren’t railroading the battles of other groups will less power than us.
Posted by: Ryan on: August 18, 2008
Cheerful Megalomaniac has always been about Feminism. Since the moment I started blogging last October, until today, Cheerful Megalomaniac has been a “Feminist Blog”. Today though, I have decided to change my focus from the patriarchy to the kyriarchy, from feminism to queer theory.
I have been told, vehemently, and repeatedly that I am not a feminist, and in fact, that I cannot be a feminist. There’s a variety of reasons for this. I am a man, and therefore cannot be oppressed. I am a transsexual, and so have betrayed the sisterhood. Bla bla bla. Whatever, most of them are bull shit reasons, that don’t really mean anything.
The thing is, I am not interested in being a part of a movement that does not want me around, that will not listen to my voice, that discounts my oppression as non-existent.
Feminism informs my world view, and will continue to do so. I still hate sexism as much as ever, and I am still determined to check my privilege, and make the world a better place. Its just occurred to me, that labeling myself a feminist is rather pointless.
After all, how can real change be implemented if people are too busy discussing whether or not I am allowed to call myself a feminist to actually talk about anything else?
Drawing lines in the sand around my identity is so pointless. Setting up oppression hierarchies and debating whether or not I have a right to claim to be oppressed or marginalised because of my trans status, cos I am transmasculine not transfeminine is completely off the planet!
So, easy to solve the problem. I don’t claim to be feminist. Other people don’t have to discuss whether I am allowed to be feminist, and we can get back to the work of changing the world?
Sounds like a plan to me.
Posted by: Ryan on: August 18, 2008
From the Times of India, via TransGriot.
17 Aug 2008, 0407 hrs IST,
T S SREENIVASA RAGHAVAN,TNN
from The Times Of India
It was a quiescent Sunday evening. The sky was alight in hues of red and purple, and an energetic breeze from the seashore whirred into the bus I had boarded from Cuddallore. I was back from an interview, an unusual one but, more importantly, one that had answered one of the nagging questions of my life.
The meeting with Kalki a transgender friend of mine had answered the question: ‘Who is a real mother?’ Through my life, I had never got an answer perhaps because the mental illness my mother has been suffering from for the last 43 years had created a chasm in our relationship. I grew up in my grandmother’s custody. I didn’t expect the question to be answered. But a phone call from the 30-plus Kalki started it all: “I’ve something to share if you could make it to Cuddallore…”
The stunningly beautiful trans-gender, whose father was a senior DMK leader in Tamil Nadu, is based in Pollachi, some 450 kilometres from Chennai. An arts graduate, she later did her post-graduation in journalism and mass communication. Till recently she worked for an IT giant as web designer before she decided to pursue the career of an independent media specialist.
As I reached the orphanage in Cuddallore, Kalki came running out. “It’s been so long since we met,” she said warmly. “I’m so happy you came. Meet my daughter, Selvi.” It was then that I noticed a child who was playing with toys scattered around her.
I was fazed at first. Suddenly, I recalled a news report I’d read recently in The Guardian: ‘Pregnant man gives birth to baby girl.’ But I still couldn’t believe Kalki.
“Don’t tell me. I know you’re beautiful. But, I also know…” I hesitated.
It was then that Kalki unfolded her story. In 2006, she and her friends had gone to Cuddallore to hold an HIV awareness camp. It was there that she met Selvi and her biological parents begging at the entrance to a temple.
“The parents were pitch-drunk. They were physically tormenting the child to beg,” Kalki recalls. Unable to stand the sight, she approached the mother: “I’m a childless mother. Can I have your baby?”
It was a lie. But Kalki had no hesitation in mouthing it.
“Give me Rs 1,000 and take her. And don’t ever bring her back,” the mother replied.
Finally as she walked away nonchalantly pocketing a paltry sum of Rs 500, Kalki and her friends were shocked.I learnt from Kalki later that the mother had, in fact, sold the same girl for Rs 2,000 earlier. But the buyer returned the baby soon afterwards when a doctor told him that apart from being malnourished, she had a hole in her heart and would not survive.
But that didn’t stop Kalki from doing what she felt right. “Selvi anyway would have died,” she avers. “But I said to myself ‘First let me make an attempt…’”
Fortunately, Selvi survived and the doctor now says that there’s no room for worry, though the child is slightly retarded. “Normal or retarded, I love her…she’s my daughter,” Kalki told me, holding the baby to her closely. What will Kalki do if the biological mother turns up? “I won’t give Selvi up. I may not have given birth to her but isn’t there a motherhood that’s beyond biology?” she asked.
As I took leave of Kalki and later waited for the bus, I realised to my infinite emotion that the question that had been troubling me for so long had just been answered.
sreenivasa.srinivasa@gmail.com
Posted by: Ryan on: August 15, 2008
I haven’t been posting to CM much lately. I’ve been busy with moving house, battling gatekeepers, getting involved in flame wars on LiveJournal, and nurturing a new relationship. Today though, I saw this FANTASTIC blog post which is just so amusing that I couldn’t bear to leave it unposted.
Are Blue Jeans a Feminist and Lesbian Uniform?
My favourite part:
Men, if you’re tempted by such a woman, her jeans signal that you may have to deal with her “GID” – “gender identity disorder.” Her jeans are saying: “I don’t want to be a woman. I don’t want to look good for men. I fear and distrust men. I want male prerogatives.”
You know, I refused to wear jeans for YEARS. I would wear corduroy, or canvas, but nothing denim. It chafed my legs, and so I refused to wear it. I only started wearing denim in 2004. Maybe I don’t have GID after all!?
And here’s a word of advice for us men:
Men should politely voice approval and support of women they see who are dressed in a feminine way.
There is nothing more beautiful than a women wearing a summer dress. I can still remember a young woman I saw five years ago wearing a frock. This is how powerful femininity is. Let’s not let pious highly-paid feminists and lesbians destroy it. It’s time for real women to relegate jeans to garden work.
Yes, and the dude that wrote this post has a PhD!
Posted by: Ryan on: August 1, 2008
I went to see a doctor yesterday, for an issue entirely unrelated to my transition. I signed up for the University health service, because I felt it was quite urgent. They don’t bulk bill staff, only students, so I was forced to pay $50 for the appointment, which sucks arse, but what can you do?
Anyway, I go in, and explain to the doctor what happened, that I’m not too concerned but that I would like to rule out any serious issues, cos I wouldn’t want it to happen again. She took my medical history, and asked what ‘FTM’ means (cos I had crossed out ‘M’ and ‘F’ on my form, and written ‘FTM’ since I figure its about as medically accurate as it gets). So then she checked my temperature, my ears and throat while bombarding me with questions. I told her I was on testosterone treatments, and the medication is called ‘Sustanon’.
While she was looking up Sustanon 100 to see if there is any connection between it and my problem, she was nattering on about how men that want to be women are so much more common than… what did I call myself again? FTM’s, thats right.
I was like ‘Thats just what people THINK, there are about the same number of each.’ However, she is clearly one of the few medical professionals in Canberra who has read True Selves, and she clearly, being a medical professional, is much better informed than me, a lowly trannie, and so she told me that FTM’s are extremely rare compared to MTF’s.
She checked my heart then, and noted that it was going extremely fast, (which its done for my entire life), so she took my blood pressure, which was high (which it has been since I was 17), and so she took it again. (Doctors always do that, apparently I am too young for hypertension… HA). While she was taking it again, she started asking me about my breasts, and then when I said I would be having top surgery, she asked me why I would bother having a mastectomy, cos don’t the androgens make my breasts disappear?
Then she was like ‘Oh my your blood pressure is through the roof now! Does talking about *your condition* make you anxious?’
Which made me grit my teeth and say ‘Not generally.’
At the end of the appointment I had quite a heated argument with her about gatekeeperism, and she was clearly unimpressed by my concept of autonomy, and other such high falootin’ ideas, that are so unbecoming of a trans person.
Anyway, she ordered me a bunch of blood tests, which I get the results for next week. I suspect that she tested my hormone levels as well as other things relevant to the issue I had.
No impressed. Also, sick of educating every doctor I see. Its not like I can just leave out my transition unless the issue is a head cold, or something similar.
Posted by: Ryan on: August 1, 2008
So last week the HREOC Forum to discuss their Gender Diversity Issues Paper was held in the ACT. I went along, and was really pleased that I did. I didn’t contribute much to the discussion during the forum, but I chatted to the HREOC peeps both before and after the forum, and plan on getting involved in their blog project.
I also had the opportunity to meet more of the local trans community. I had a chat to Zoe, and met a bunch of new t-boys, and was amazed at the number of people that came out of the woodwork for the event.
I found much of the discussion very enlightening. I am always interested to hear a bunch of different perspectives on the same issues that I struggle with day to day. There were trans people and intersex people, and intersex people who are also trans… there was a few people that identify as genderqueer, or third gender, as well as people who identified strongly with the gender binary.
I was pleased that although some of the people present appeared to be quite ignorant of non-traditional perspectives on gender and transition, at least no one pulled out the Genderqueer VS Traditional binary and tried to exclude anyone or nit pick about what defines ‘trans enough’.
When the discussion about trans as a choice came up, one very impassioned woman declared that its transition or death for *all* trans people. I found that very frustrating, and myself and Robbie let out twin sighs of annoyance (which I suppose the Commissioner heard, given he was sitting right next to us). There was also the discussion of whether trans is a kind of intersex condition, which it might well be.
The thing is, I have no objection to people declaring that for themselves there was no choice but transition or death. I know that before I knew I could transition that was how I felt… now I know a lot more about queer theory, and I think I could make do without transitioning, but its not an optimal choice, hence my decision to transition. I also have no objection to the idea that transsexuality may be a kind of intersex condition. I don’t think it matters whether it is or not, but the idea has merit.
You see, I consider my freedom to make choices my most sacred human right. I don’t want to be boxed in by these ideas of coercion, or feel like I’m making excuses for my identity…
“Oh, I’m trans, but only cos i have a medical condition… I wouldn’t *choose* to be like this.”
Logically if I wasn’t trans, I wouldn’t be transitioning. However, I am trans, and it does not matter *why* I am trans. What ever the cause of my transsexuality is, I am proud of it, it is part of who I am, and I do not need a medical condition to justify my identity.
This perspective is something that I think needs more attention in the HREOC report, because it is my right as a human being to express myself however I choose without justification to the Government, the Medical Establishment, the Trans or Queer communities, or anyone else for that matter.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to having more involvement in this project, and agitating for gender to be removed from birth certificates and other forms of identity documents altogether.
Posted by: Ryan on: July 23, 2008
I got a haircut on Monday night. I was charged half way between the mens price, and the ladies price. I presume that this is because the hairdresser was unable to determine my gender, and was too shy to ask.
It had been over two months since my last hair cut, and my hair had been getting unruly and my fringe was acting to feminize my face more than strictly necessary in my opinion. I was very impressed by the results of the haircut, and I’ve just taken a new picture of myself in photo booth.
Here are two pictures of me… one taken today, and one taken exactly one month ago.
Ignore for a moment how sick I look, and check out how much the shape of my face has changed in one month! Isn’t that remarkable?
I’m quite shocked to tell the truth, about how much I have changed in a single month.
The only place that I consistently don’t pass is at work. I’ve been around, people have seen me around, my email address ‘outs me’, my domain admin access rights are still in my girl name… its a recipe for major stealth-angst if I wanted to make it so.
As it is, I am not too stressed about it. I gently correct people if I’m in the mood, ignore it the rest of the time, unless its someone I’ve already ‘come out’ to. (Like my boss. Grr.)
That said, I’m used to being referred to with female pronouns at work, its just how it is.
However, this afternoon I went across to building 22, which is rather removed from the rest of the university. I was helping a gentleman with a software installation, and then consulted with the cute admin girl about the scanner problem he’s been having. I thanked her for her time, and said a cheerful goodbye.
As I was going, I heard one of the other girls come to her desk and say “Ooh, what was that about?” and the cute girl say “Oh, he just had some questions about how the scanner’s set up over here.”
*OMG! GENDER WIN*
I feel like it was a rather momentous incident. Especially cos I don’t even TRY to pass at work. I just kinda show up, do my thing, leave. Fag it up a little if I’m hanging with my queer academic types. So fab. Totally love it.