Ah Herro there! I am Blu, but you may call me... Blu. This here blog is my little haven from the nutty and slightly scary world where I ramble about all things identity related.
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I feel so jealous of people who can argue with homophobes. I literally just get so angry I either end up crying or my mind just totally blanks out and I freeze.
I wanna be able to make totally infallible arguments that just blow them away and make them feel like total idiots.
It makes me feel kind less valid as a queer person that I can’t “back up” my “lifestyle” Do you know what I mean?
I find it kind of irritating how it is accepted as perfectly ok for heterosexual people to look at a queer person and remark “what a waste” (insinuating that it’s less than ok to be anything other than heterosexual), but if a queer person looked at a heterosexual and said the same thing it would be because we are trying to turn them and we are forcing our sexuality or lifestyle choices, as I so often hear it called, down their throats.
I remembered just know when my partner & I had to move out of our first flat and wanted to share a house for a while. We found a lovely house, and went to view the room. The owner was a really nice lady - possibly in her 40s and she had the nicest dog called Joey. She was really nice to us and really welcoming and the house was just perfect.
When we started to discuss things with her she said something that I find really puzzling. She asked us if we would not make it obvious that we are a couple in front of her grandson because “he’s too young to know about… You know, that type of life. We didn’t end up going for the room after that but I find the comment really strange. What type of life? The fact that 2 people who are read female are in love? That we live together and have pet rats together? What did she mean by that type of life? Does a same sex couple automatically mean immoral? Did she think we were gonna invite over the rest of our lesbian tribe and have an orgy in front of her grandson?
It was over 2 years ago now but I just remembered and am confuddled and offended all over again.
…if they crossdress?
Just wondered what you all thought.
It’s nearly Christmas innit so you’ll all be out shopping for presents, if you shop at argos and get one of the £5 or £10 vouchers then why not consider donating to MORF so we can buy binders where we distribute binders to transguys/genderqueer persons who can’t afford to buy one. http://morf.org.uk/binder.html
(Source: zeeewok)
One of the most common FAQs I get is people asking for advice on figuring out their identity. The question looks something like this:
I dress X and feel Y and people think I’m Z but they tell me I can’t be A because of B. What am I / How do I know if I am genderqueer / trans / androgynous / ftm / neutrois / agender / gender-fluid / butch / a snuffleafaugus?There is no one way to know, or one moment where it all becomes clear. Little by little you keep exploring your outsides and your insides, until you realize slowly that you might be this, and then more slowly you realize perhaps you might be that, and then one day you just know.
I’ve gone back and tagged all the posts that fall into this category, so you can browse them with the “identity” tag here.
Here’s a list of related posts:
- A little about my process of discovering my identity
- General Advice for Figuring Out Your Gender Identity and Transition Path from Art of Transliness
- Thoughts on their evolving Gender Identity from Butch in the South
- What is Genderqueer? From GQID
- A list of identities and concepts under the Genderqueer and/or Trans* umbrella. From GQID
- On Neutrois… from me
I’ll update this list as necessary. Feel free to suggest additional links as well.
That’s my excuse if this question is a stupid one.
Why can you be cisgendered but not transgendered? why is it you’re a transgender person (without the ed) but the word cisgendered (with the ed) is legitimate?
Just curious because I love grammar and I’m too tired to work it out for myself
So I was thinking about what it was like when I first went to a gay club and actively started going out on our local scene. It felt like there was a hierarchy something like this:
-the drag queens
-the flamboyant scene queen gay men
-their straight “fag hags” in the tiniest skirts imagineable to human kind
-the super butch lesbians & their super femme partners
-the other gay men
-the lesbians who “look lesbian” (the spikey hair, plaid shirts & supersdry coats)
-the trans men
-the straight girls
-the trans women
-the straight couples
-the “bar-sexual” women ( and the bisexual women & the “straight looking lesbians” who get lumped in together)
-the straight men who act like if they don’t lean against a wall they’ll get buttfucked but still go to a gay club anyway
-the empty bottles chucked around the place
-the dust on the floor
-ME!
