My son makes me feel a woman:joy:
Nope youāre not Iām a cis gay male and I do like pink, preferably pink silk paired with black leather. I donāt think color preferences , hobbies or even kinks make us into aberrations. I generally seem to like traditionally feminine and masculine things and activities equally. I like menās fashion (but not so much womenās unlike some other gay guys), cool cars, motorcycles and helicopters but one of my other hobbies is knitting, something apparently regarded as not only feminine but something primarily for older women and thus very uncool.
Itās 10% biology and 90% culture, at least thatās what one of my old teachers always used to say. So culture really is the dominant factor in most things concerning male, female and other gender roles and perceptions.
For example even in our world the Koreans and Japanese seem to like their male superstars a bit younger and cuter than our grizzled late 30ās to early 40ās āidealā male stereotype. That preference is a purely cultural thing.
With the Psychiatrist expert in dysphoria, I advanced in understanding of how the close mind nuns and bullies had tailored in myself anxiety and hatred against dresses, and traditional feminine roles I was tried to be forced into.
To a point of I will never know if without that traumatic experience I will still have the same feelings I have now.
As a trans woman this took some time to think about. Honestly a big part comes down to how I felt feminine inside; despite being well-built and masculine in every way I never FELT that way. Femininity doesnāt equate to female, but itās an important part of MY gender identity. Itās obviously going to be different for everyone. Above that I just look at myself and think, āIām a woman.ā Sometimes it can be as simple as that there is no reason, you just feel that way in such a matter that Iām not sure cis people quite understand or experience.
Hmm, this is a deceptively simple question. I was relatively free of gender roles or being forced to be a certain way because of them as a young child, since it was before I went into public school and I lived relatively isolated (with only some family members). My parents always believed that children should be able to dress how they wanted play, play with the toys they wanted. I didnāt really feel the need to conform to anything - I just felt like me, (I didnāt have a word for it at the time) a demiboy. Later in life I tried to be more like others wanted me to be to fit in, trying to project a feminine presentation that didnāt really reflect me internally to please others. Once I began to be more myself, I began to present more masculine, but it always sort of an internal thing, I guess, even I didnāt always realize it or know how to describe it. So long story short, I suppose I agree with @Confuzed, that itās sort an internal thing; you just are.
I feel like a man because I am fine with being identified as one ( granted if I was called a woman and treated as one Iām not entirely sure Iād mind)? Iāll be honest the parts were not something that was a issue. their are times I would have liked to have lived as a female but then I thought about it more and it was a uncanny valley in my mind I couldnāt see exactly what was off it just didnāt fell 100% me maybe 99% but not fully. There was no obvious thing for me that makes me feel like a man if I ignore society views. Do I like my body? heck no but am I comfortable in my body? Slightly more than I feel I would be as a woman. But Iām a individual and everyone else is different and the same I mean we were all born on earth right?
There is no material thing that rightly defines sex to me other than the body or what they tell me personally, as such all I can say is the mark one eyeball if nothing else tells me otherwise like a person politely correcting me.
In the end the question is very difficult to answer without just saying because I do, I donāt know, or itās how I feel, I canāt say I was born to be a man because well I havenāt experience life in any form other than this and my mental side says meh. Maybe believing I was male so long is why I Donāt entirely feel 100 percent in my mind to be a woman. Granted Iām not really sure my own sexual orientation either so eh maybe Iām not entirely the best to have a good answer to this question.
Iāll just go with for a short answer āuhh the stars aligned at the right moment to formulate my feelings on my genderā
I actually primarily identify as a straight femaleā¦buuuuuuuuutā¦ Anything is game depending on the writing. If I feel inspiredā¦ I depart. Simple as that. A character has to appeal to me tho. I have found this fluidity quite interesting for myselfā¦ sometimes you really donāt know until/ unless you explore. why notā¦
Some sake makes this conversation even more interesting tonight.
Iām agender, I donāt feel either male or female.
I guess I always knew? I never felt like a female (regardless of genitalia) or male, I was just me? Iām sorry for this poor explanation but there was never a moment when I suddenly realized or where I had doubts, it was just what it was.
Is more of the type of person I am than anything else.
As I see it gender has as much relevance as a fart in infinity. Iām a woman, I was born with ladyparts and Iām used to being referred to as a she or her.
But does that say anything about me as a person? Does it say anything about my character? About my interests, dreams, aspirations? What Iām good at, what Iām bad at, what I like and donāt like to do? Of course it doesnāt! And if you think otherwise, whatever you think, you are mistaken.
When you think of the concept of āwomanā you problably think of the culturally fostered image of a woman: a person with a curvy body and long hair who is nurturing in nature and shies away from violence. Fine. Whatever. Yet that is just that, a culturally fostered image. A persons self, a person REAL self, when you strip away all the layers of culture, nurture, tradition and self image, is always, in all cases, entirely and utterly genderless.
As much as I support trans rights with all my heart, in my perfect world, gender has no bearing on anything at all, and so there is no need for dysphoria. Idealistic? Yes. But without idealism we are lost.
I am a woman because I was born with an uterus. Had I been born with a dick, I would just as well been fine with that. My body is not me. It doesnāt define me, itās just a vessel with which I experience this hellhole we call physical reality. In my dreams, Iām a woman just as often as I am a man, and that doesnāt change anything for me. Iām me.