Nerd is my Gender
What's yours?
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Do not call me cisgender. You have no right or authority to name me without my consent.
Cisgender is a word used by persons who have decided to name me without my permission.
Cisgender is not a name or identity that females, women as a class, have chosen for ourselves.
It does not come from us, as its origins are from a trans perspective, a person said to be a man, created by trans persons and used to name females/women as a class. Women have not agreed to be named by others, as has been done to us through history, being named, identified and defined by others.
You do not get to name me without my permission.
Do not call me cisgender. That is offensive to me. I am offended that you consider that you have power over me, and can name me.
Cisgender is an epithet, abusive, contemptuous and expresses hostility towards me.
I name myself. The names and words I use include female, woman, her, she, wimmin, womon, womyn. You have permission to use those words when addressing or referring to me.
You do not have the permission to call me names you have created for me, against my will and demand that I own them as mine.
Do not call me cisgender. That is your word, not mine.
Uppity Biscuit http://uppitybiscuit.wordpress.com/2007/01/19/do-not-call-me-cisgender-you-do-not-have-my-permission-to-name-me/ (via thefeministhermit)
Oh, so you’re trans*? Because you’re either cis or trans. You’re either the same gender that was assigned to you at birth or you’re not. I’m not going to tell you for you which you are, but you can’t act like one is superior to the other, or that one is degrading or the other egotistic. And you most certainly can’t act like “woman” and “cis” or “woman” and “trans” are mutually exclusive pairings. You want to see the end of cis/trans? End the practice of gender assignment at birth. Stop raising little kids to be girls and boys based on how they look. But you won’t do that, will you?
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Sex is a social construct.
“Don’t you mean gender is a social construct?”
No, no I don’t.
Although the sex/gender divide is certainly useful in certain contexts, there are a few huge problems with it.
It’s a form of Cartesian duality that divides the mind as somehow separate from the body. Meaning, it treats the two as completely separate and unrelated. Particularly with transsexual people, this is a dangerous idea. It easily leads to thinking that gender dysphoria is something merely in one’s head. The reality of it is, hormone therapy treats the body, and thus treating the body relieves the mind. If the mind and body were truly separate, treating a person who is transsexual with hormone therapy would have no effect on their psychological and emotional well-being.
It’s also problematic because it typically describes gender as merely a cultural thing (denying that there are people strongly identify as one or more genders) and sex as merely a biological thing, leaving gender as the only thing “worthy” of analysis. The truth is, sex is just as socially constructed as gender ideals/gender roles are. The two constantly influence one another; sex and gender ideals coexist simultaneously and cannot be so easily separated. How we view sex has changed dramatically over the years.
The problem with leaving sex unchallenged is obvious. When we define it as XX means female, XY means male, we leave out people who are XXY, etc. It also erases the existence of XX intersex and XY intersex people. If we then define it as genitalia, we run into a similar problem. We will find women with penis-sized clitorises (and some with no vagina), men with micropenises (some with vaginas), and people whose phallus is undifferentiated in other ways (such as men with more severe forms of hypospadias where the urethra is not on the phallus at all)(thus, leading to the question, what exactly differentiates between a clitoris and a penis? The “sex” of the person who has it?).
There are many ways in which a person can vary during sexual development, including, but not limited to, sex chromosomes, hormones, internal morphology, external morphology, genitalia, and reproductive organs/gonads. Which brings us to the question: how many of these must differ for a person to be intersex? In how many people do these all match perfectly? Which of these matters the most in assigning a person a sex? There is no singular answer, and the definition of the situation is a product of culture and history.
Defining it in different ways merely moves the goal post, and we can never come up with a satisfying answer until we again consider gender, this time the gender identity of the person. Merely going by what they (people who are intersex) were assigned at birth leads us to the same problem that many transgender people have, that is, the institutional denial of self-identity.
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what is cissexual privilege? do nonbinaries have it?
1) Here’s a handy cis privilege checklist.
2) No.
-Sam
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Why genderqueer appropriation sucks.
When I first read the original post, I was too tired (and hungry) to deal with it on any level other than to register deep emotional pain. The responses below are basically spot-on and help give voice to my feelings.
Hoo boy, here we go.
I identify as a female. I was born with a vagina. When I hit puberty, I got my period. In all outwards terms, I am a cisgendered, completely un-trans* human being and outwardly dress that way. I love skirts. I love dresses. I wear high heels more than flats, normally. I’m slowly changing my wardrobe to be more and more 40’s, pin-up oriented.
So you are FAAB, identify as female, and present in a way that is socially constructed as feminine. Noted.
So where the fuck do I get off on being called genderqueer, then?
Good question. Do you experience any sort of dissonance with your assigned gender? Anything?
I’m sometimes ashamed to put this name on myself because it’s often times hard for me to explain to other people.
I have known several people who are bigendered, transgendered, transsexual. I have held my best friend while he was still coming to terms with not being a ‘she’. I have listened to the dysphoria time and time again at his inability to be a ‘true man’ without having to spend half of his life’s savings.
bigender, transgender*
So… if you know that trans* people have dissonance with their assigned genders, and you don’t feel dissonance…
I don’t have that struggle. I am content in my body (well, for the most part— I’m content with my genitalia and boobs, let’s put it that way) and I don’t have to correct people when they say a third-person pronoun because. Well, I identify as a ‘she’.
So let me get this straight… you are completely, 100% comfortable identifying as female? Is that what you’re trying to say?
So why am I genderqueer?
I really hope you’ll provide me with an answer to this question. I’m beginning to think you won’t.
In a perfect world, there wouldn’t be gender. I know that gender dysphoria is a very real and very prominent thing, but sometimes I think…
Sometimes I think the concept of a ‘him’ and a ‘her’ is something that doesn’t exist. What makes me a girl? I like pretty things? That’s somehow more ‘feminine’ than, I don’t know, hunting?What makes you a girl is that you identify as a girl. You don’t have to fit society’s construction of what girls are “supposed” to do to be a girl, and just because you do fit that construction doesn’t necessarily make you a girl, if you don’t feel like you are one.
I’ve heard all the bullshit arguments against my theories. “Traditionally, males hunted and women gathered”. Mmm. I’m sure you’ve looked hard into those species where the females actually do all the work where the men stay at home— no? Oh, we’re going on humanity alone, then, because the biological spectrum doesn’t collude at any point? Okay, then I’m sure you’re well-versed in matriarchal societies and those that break outside of your societal ‘tradition’.
Ok, good job breaking down an argument that no one made.
Yes, in most of the tribes of old you hear of, men hunted and women gathered but not because they were ‘girls’ and ‘boys’. Women stayed at home because do you know how fucking hard it is to hunt when you’re pregnant? Often times we are not told of the women who were sterile or who were not married who chose to hunt as well, but they existed just as well as the men who gathered did.
Not sure what relevance this has.
That’s because gender is a fairly new phenomena. Christ alive, people. Most species of birds have it backwards— male birds are often times the ones with the more prominent colours because they have to attract females, whose feathers are often duller. Does this make the male birds feminine? No. It’s a fucking biological adaptation to promote mating. Simply put— you’re not a pretty male? You’re probably not going to pass on the family line.
What does this have to do with… anything. Um male birds don’t conform to human society’s notions of masculinity? Good for them?
When I say ‘new’, I don’t mean in the human spectrum. I mean in the spectrum of time, period. Gender is a societal fallacy, a great hoax that will continue to haunt us all. Yes, I know this sounds ‘conspiracy theory’-esque, but think about it. How many times in your life have you heard the term “tomboy” or “girly girl”? How many times have you seen those posts that say “most girls wear dresses but I wear jeans and hoodies so I’m special”? How many times have you heard gay men described as “effeminate”?
These are great points to make towards eliminating constructions of what society views as male/female and for ending girl-on-girl hate, but none of it proves that gender doesn’t exist. Gender is very very real for some of us thankyouverymuch. Even if gender is absolutely 100% socially constructed and never ever something inherent in a person’s mind (something of which I am not and probably never will be convinced), socially constructed is still not the same as nonexistent.
When a man is a jerk, he is a “dick”. When a woman is truthful or unabashed, she is a “bitch” or even the c-word. When we were little, we used to sing “boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider, girls go to Mars to get more candy bars”. Women are from Venus and men are from Mars. The list goes on. There’s this separation of genders that exists because society put it there.
What you’re pointing out here is that society thinks a lot of things that are not true about the difference between men and women (and other genders, but society thinks they don’t exist). I’ll let you in on a little secret. The real difference between men and women and a person of non-binary gender:
A man is someone who identifies as a man.
A woman is someone who identifies as a woman.
A genderqueer person is someone who identifies as genderqueer.
And so on. Amazing how that works, isn’t it!
Imagine the world without these stereotypes. Would you know what a “girl” was supposed to be simply by her genitals? I have the ability to get pregnant and ovaries and a vagina. Big fucking deal. That doesn’t shape my personality (except on the PMS-y occasions). Just because I have a vagina doesn’t mean I have this innate sensibility to “sit at home and raise a family”. Just because I wear dresses and high heels doesn’t mean I am a ‘girl’.
No, none of that means you’re a girl.
What makes you a girl is that you identify as a girl.
Girls don’t exist. Boys don’t exist. People exist.
Uh. I do exist, actually, thanks.
People are vast and complex and weird and do things that are outside of the norm of what society thinks despite their genitalia and guess what? Sometimes women dress like women are supposed to and sometimes men dress like men are supposed to and sometimes they do the exact fucking opposite of that.
Yep. And none of that disproves that gender exists.
You know why? Because sex is a biological function, not a determinant of personality.
You’re right! Sex is not the same as gender! Hooray! But gender. Does. Exist. I can attest to that. I’ve had to fight tooth and nail to be recognized as the gender I am. By proposing that gender doesn’t exist, you are telling me that I am wrong about my identity and that I fought for so long for nothing. What the fuck made you think that was okay?
So yeah. Okay. Call me “her”, because I am one. Call me a girly girl, because according to the stereotype, I fit into it. I’m cisgendered. Big fucking deal.
You’re not a girl because you fit the stereotype of what girls are. You are a girl if you identify as a girl. Just like with every other fucking gender.
I’m genderqueer because I don’t see the fucking point of gender.
Excuse you? You don’t see the point of gender, fine. But guess what. It exists, whether you see the “point” of it or not. I have a gender. Loads of other people have genders. Some people have more than one gender. Some people have no gender at all, and maybe you’re one of those people. But having no gender yourself doesn’t mean you get to come in here and tell us that all our identities are false. That’s not how it works.
And I can’t even deal with how appropriative your use of the word “genderqueer” is. You do know that queer is a very real gender for some people, right? Genderqueer people fucking exist, and it’s not because “gender doesn’t exist.” It’s because their gender is something other than male or female. You are twisting that word to mean something else, for your own purposes as a cis person, and that is not in any way cool. Stop it.
This is appropriative and it sucks. I am genderqueer, a real live actual gender. I don’t like seeing someone else take that word and hurt other people with it. Gender is an identity, not a weapon.
(Source: tstarked)
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You might be cisgender if...
A list of privileges cis people have.
Submitted by diverse-distractions.
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Gold-Star Ally Word: Cisgender
“What’s cisgender?”
I have allies ask me that a lot. ”It means someone who identifies as the gender they were assigned at birth and raised as.”
“Wait, why is there a special word for not-trans?”
“Because of that question.”
Thus begins my guest post on Low-Hanging Bad Apples.
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The Terrible Bargain We Have Regretfully Struck (Trans* Edition)
If you have never read this before, go read it, now: http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2009/08/terrible-bargain-we-have-regretfully.html [Trigger warning.] But come back please. We have so much to talk about.
Despite cries of “die cis scum”, I am not a cis-hater.If I played by cissupremicists’ rules, specifically the one that dictates it only takes one trans* person doing one Mean or Duplicitous or Disrespectful or Unlawful or otherwise Bad Thing to justify hatred of all trans* people, I would have plenty of justification for hating cis people, if I were inclined to do that sort of thing.
Most of the degendering comments I have heard have been in supposedly safe spaces. I frequent feminist and atheist communities, many of which claim to love queer and trans people as a reaction against conservative Christian hate of the same. I have heard that my genderqueer identity is an invention to blind myself to the realities of the kyriarchy, that trans women are just men trying to blackmail lesbians into having sex with them if they don’t want to be called bigots, that trans* people are oppressing cis people with our denialism of biological realities.
But I don’t hate cis people because I play by different rules. In fact, there are cissies in this world whom I love quite a lot.
There are also individual cis people in this world I would say I probably hate, or something close, people who I hold in unfathomable contempt, but it is not because they are cis.
No, I don’t hate cis people.
It would, however, be fair to say that I don’t easily trust them.
My mistrust is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the constant arguments and occasional threats of violence as regards to my gender. It is, instead, born of the multitude of mundane betrayals that mark my every relationship with cis people—the casual cross-dressing joke, the use of the wrong pronoun, the dehumanization of the non-binary body, the accusations of overreaction, the requests that I be patient with them as they still “see me as a woman” so this is going to be very difficult for them.
There are the insidious assumptions guiding our interactions—the supposition that I will regard being exceptionalized as a compliment (“but you’re really hot!”), and the presumption that I am, really, still eager to reinforce the way cis people have always thought about gender. “Surely, we’re all in agreement that if I’m attracted to women, and I’m attracted to you, that means I get to relate to you as I do to other women.” Always the subtle pressure to abandon my identity, as if I’ll one day throw up my hands and laugh “you caught me, I was just doing it to feel different and special, when I’m really just female to the core!”. I am exhorted to be patient and understanding, and if I hesitate, I’m just not being understanding, surely I can’t expect cis people to understand. And so it goes.
There are the jokes about “my gender is now mongoose”, about “traps”, about “invented” pronouns, about “Ann Coulter is a man”. They are told in my presence by members of supposedly safe spaces, just to get a rise out of me, as though I am meant to find funny a reminder of my second-class status. I am meant to ignore that this is specifically meant to put me into my place. I can laugh, and they can thus feel superior, or I can not laugh, and they can thus feel superior. Heads they win, tails I lose. I am used as a prop in an ongoing game of kyriarchal posturing, and then I am meant to believe it is true when some of the people who enjoy this sport, in which I am their pawn, tell me, “we’re all on the same team, really.” I am meant to trust these words.There are the occasions that people—intellectual people, clever people, engaged people—insist on playing devil’s advocate, desirous of a debate on some aspect of feminist theory or reproductive rights or some other subject generally filed under the heading: Gender Issues. These intellectual, clever, engaged people want to endlessly probe my argument for weaknesses, want to wrestle over details, want to argue just for fun—and they wonder, these intellectual, clever, engaged people, why my voice keeps raising and why my face is flushed and why, after an hour of fighting my corner, hot tears burn the corners of my eyes. “Why do you have to take this stuff so personally?” ask the intellectual, clever, and engaged people, who have never considered that the content of the abstract exercise that’s so much fun for them is the stuff of my life.
There is the perplexity at my fury that my life experience is considered more biased and less relevant than the opinionated pronouncements of cis people who make a pastime of informal observation, like gender is an exotic locale which provides magnificent fodder for the amateur ethnographer. And there is the haughty dismissal of my assertion that being on the outside looking in doesn’t make one more objective; it merely provides a different perspective.
There are the persistent, tiresome pronouncements of similitude between cis and trans*/genderqueer experiences, the belligerent insistence that they don’t “feel gender” either! that trans* identities reinforce gender stereotypes! that anything done by one gender can be done by another! that they don’t even mind when someone uses the wrong pronoun! and other equivalencies that conveniently and stupidly ignore institutional inequities that mean X rarely equals Y. And there are the long-suffering groans that meet any attempt to contextualize gender and refute the idea that such cis experiences, though prevalent they all may be, are not necessarily equal to trans* experiences.
There are the stereotypes—oh, the abundant stereotypes!—about trans* people, not me, of course, but others, those trans women with their relentless shopping habits and their disgusting vanity and their inability to stop talking and their disinterest in Important Things and their trying to trap men and their false rape accusations and their being bitches sluts whores cunts… And I am expected to nod in agreement, and I am nudged and admonished to agree. I am expected to say these things are not true of me, but are true of trans women (am I seceding from the union?); I am expected to put my stamp of token approval on the stereotypes. “Yes, it’s true. Between you and me, it’s all true.” That’s what is wanted from me. Abdication of my principles and pride, in service to a kyriarchal system that will only use my collusion to further subjugate me. This is a thing that is asked of me by people who purport to care for me.
There is the unwillingness to listen, a ferociously stubborn not getting it on so many things, so many important things. And the dispassionate refusal to believe, to internalize, that my outrage is not manufactured and my injure not make-believe—an inflexible rejection of the possibility that my pain is authentic, in favor of the consolatory belief that I am angry because I’m just being oversensitive.
And there is the denial about engaging in transmisogyny and binarism, even when it’s evident, even when it’s pointed out gently, softly, indulgently, carefully, with goodwill and the presumption that it was not intentional. There is the firm, fixed, unyielding denial—because it is better and easier to imply that I’m stupid or crazy, that I have imagined being insulted by someone about whom I care (just for the fun of it!), than it is to just admit a friggin’ mistake. Rather I am implied to be a hysteric than to say, simply, I’m sorry.
Not every cis person does all of these things, or even most of them, and certainly not all the time. But it only takes one, randomly and occasionally to call me “she”, like an unexpected punch in the nose, to send me staggering sideways, wondering what just happened.
Well. I certainly didn’t see that coming…
These things, they are not the habits of deliberately, connivingly cruel people. They are, in fact, the habits of many of the people in this world I care for quite a lot.
All of whom have given me reason to mistrust them, to use my distrust as a self-protection mechanism, as an essential tool to get through every day, because I never know when I might next get knocked off-kilter with something that puts me in the position, once again, of choosing between my dignity and the serenity of our relationship.
Swallow being misgendered, or ruin the entire afternoon?
It can come out of nowhere, and usually does. Which leaves me mistrustful by both necessity and design. Not fearful; just resigned—and on my guard. More vulnerability than that allows for the possibility of wounds that do not heal. Wounds to our relationship, the sort of irreparable damage that leaves one unable to look in the eye someone that you loved once upon a time.
This, then, is the terrible bargain we have regretfully struck: cis people are allowed the easy comfort of their unexamined privilege, but my regard will always be shot through with a steely, anxious bolt of caution.
A shitty bargain all around, really. But there it is.
There are cis people who will read this post and think, huffily, dismissively, that a person of color could write a post very much like this one about white people, about me. That’s absolutely right. So could a lesbian, a gay man, an asexual. So could a poor or disabled or intersex person (which hardly makes a comprehensive list). I’m okay with that. I don’t feel hated. I feel mistrusted—and I understand it; I respect it. It means, for me, I must be vigilant, must make myself trustworthy. Every day.
I hope those cis people will hear me when I say, again, I do not hate you. I mistrust you. You can tell yourselves that’s a problem with me, some inherent flaw, some evidence that I am fucked up and broken and weird; you can choose to believe that the genderqueer and trans* people in your lives are nothing like me.
Or you can be vigilant, can make yourselves trustworthy. Every day.
Just in case they’re more like me than you think.Listen to me read this here: http://youtu.be/kgIY0SsP1Xk -
Gender Neutral Bathroom Challenge for Cis People
https://www.facebook.com/events/394202013932443/
This challenge is for cis people. Trans people, you already got enough shit to worry about - go on with your bad selves.
The challenge: Don’t use any gendered bathrooms or change rooms for the month of April.
What are “gendered bathrooms”? Gendered bathrooms are designated for “men” or “women” by a sign. This challenges includes ALL multi-stall and single-stall washrooms, and the bathrooms at work, schools, libraries, bars/restaurants, and everywhere, really.
There are multiple purposes for this challenge:1) To give people who don’t find going to gendered bathrooms a difficult/unsafe experience a small idea of what it is like for trans and gender variant people to navigate this world. Hopefully, with some real life experience, you will have a broader understanding of how gendered this world really is. But,
DOING THIS DOES NOT GIVE YOU AUTHORITY TO SAY WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE TRANS OR GENDER VARIANT.
2) To inspire people to fight for more gender neutral bathrooms.Tips:
- Don’t drink a lot of liquid if you are leaving the house for long periods of time
- Try to figure out where some gender neutral bathrooms are in your town/city, and plan your day around using a gender neutral bathroom.
- Remember, you can use gendered bathrooms again in May. Some people can’t.
And, even if you really have to go to the bathroom, try to not see gendered bathrooms as a possible place to go.
If you are interested, feel free to write your experiences down and send them to gnbchallenge@gmail.com. With your permission, they will be included in a zine on the topic of gendered bathrooms.We also recommend fighting for gender neutral bathrooms in one (or more) public space(s). Often the fight for this aspect of bathroom accessibility is only fought for by trans and gender variant people; It would be nice if other people fought for it too.
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PLEASE SPREAD THIS!
I have a mental map of where all the gender-neutral restrooms in the city are. I don’t have the luxury not to. And yes, I realize that many trans people want to use men’s/women’s restrooms, but I don’t. I never will. I just want to piss in peace.
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Okay, we’ve figured it out. Official slur for cis ppl, so you can stop saying cis is itself a slur: “Grues”. Short for “gender congruent”.
I guess I gotta say “die grue scum” now.
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To review! Cisgender is no more an insult than heterosexual is. But be cis and act like a privileged shitface? You are a grue. This is a fully perfect insult because grues were monsters who devoured intrepid adventurers in dark places. Also eg gruesome. If you’re hearing cis as an insult, stop. You’re being a privileged shitface. If you’re USING cis as an insult, stop! Use grue instead! Seriously, who are all these mythical assholes using cis as an insult? I’ve met one person who did it regularly. ONE.
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Cissplaining Grue of the Day
You’re all failing to realize the marked cynicism in the (). You’re also failing. Dan Savage’s entire point is that maybe the guy could have talked to his own son and let him understand the process instead of just saying OKAY I’M A WOMAN NOW MY SON’S COMFORT LEVEL FAILS TO CONCERN ME.
People who hate Dan Savage obviously don’t really listen to Dan Savage or his regular podcasts where he always says something cynically in a high pitched, exclamatory voice. He also slams bigots. This was cynicism, and to be honest he’s right, changing your gender affects a young offspring who obviously doesn’t entirely understand the situation and is scared that he’ll probably be made fun of by bigots at his school. He probably would give a lot less of a shit if this happened in college when your parents never have to show up to a parent-teacher conference.
(Source: thestranger.com)
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#IfTransTalkedLikeCis
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@nataliereed84:
Oh, you're cis? Nice to meet you! So, what's your vagina like?
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@nataliereed84:
Wow! You look great! I never would have gussed you were cis!
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@Mowgli3:
"But how am I supposed to learn what cis bodies are like if I can't ask you everything about yours?"
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@AndyTehNerd:
But how can you be sure that's your gender? What if that's just what you were raised to believe?
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@nataliereed84:
But are you SURE you want to remain male? How do you know for sure this is right for you?
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@AndersStarmark:
Of course I support you. But I just want you tone it down. You're scaring people, and scared people are dangerous.
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@nataliereed84:
But "cis" people might regret not transitioning! We need strict criteria for diagnosing cisgenderism to prevent that.
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@AndersStarmark:
I don't believe Cises get raped. Who'd fuck one of them?
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@LanaLangton:
Yeah you can come clubbing with us but only if you promise to act like a girl.
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@AndersStarmark:
This magic ring will keep your gender the way it is.
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@nataliereed84:
People with mental health disorders might think they're cis when they're really not. We can't trust their choices.
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@LanaLangton:
You must declare your cisism immediately when you meet me or any of my friends else you are deceiving us.
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@nataliereed84:
It's not my fault I'm not attracted to cis ppl. I just find your bodies icky. It's just my sexual orientation!
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@nataliereed84:
No, but what's your REAL name? You know, the one you actually chose.
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@nataliereed84:
Wait, so you think you're a womon-born-womon? Isn't that just equating sex with gender and buying into the patriarchy?
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@LanaLangton:
sorry if you find what we say offensive it's just we're not used to actually talking to cis people & its only 'banter'
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@nataliereed84:
Look son, I understand you identify as your birth sex, but why can't you just transition to being a butch lesbian?
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@AndersStarmark:
No, I'm sorry, you may not use the ungendered restroom. A gendered one? No, never heard of them. Wouldn't work anyway.
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@nataliereed84:
Isn't it a bit selfish to go around claiming you're really your birth sex and expect us all to just go along with it?
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@nataliereed84:
You may think you're a woman because you're XX, but I think of you as male, and you need to respect my beliefs.
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@nataliereed84:
But if we let cis men use the men's room, what's to stop one of them from raping your children!?!?
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@kinetictheorist:
I'm glad your granddad died before finding out your cis
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@PeregrineTwist:
so you mean your cock is ATTACHED!? How do you sterilise and wash it properly?
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@maeveregan:
Oh, your new partner is cis? So do you actually have sex or what?
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@nataliereed84:
Son, you say that you're a boy, but I think you're a bit too young to be making that decision.
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@nataliereed84:
Honey, I know you think you want to remain male, but are you sure this isn't just a mid-life crisis?
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@AndersStarmark:
I'm a psychologist. I can help you cope with your reluctance to transition. Just relax. Let me help.
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@AndersStarmark:
You know, for a cis you're pretty attractive. I'd even call you fuckable.
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@MaeveCaitKelly:
Wow! You're such a convincing cis person, I just thought you were normal! Well done.
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@sashapixlee:
Dude, she looks like she might be cis. Be careful, bro
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@sasugakirin:
Just because "grue" is used to hurt you cis people all the time doesn't mean I can't reclaim it.
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@BecciCath:
No, Cis Identity Disorder shouldn't be removed from the DSM, I mean, being cis is a lifestyle choice, so u must b mad
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@Dru_Marland:
You're cis? -honestly, I'd never have known, you look so good
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@AndersStarmark:
If you cis people didn't scare people of we'd have opposite sex marriage a long time ago!
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@Dru_Marland:
"Are they real?" (gropes stranger's breasts)
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@AndersStarmark:
I think you're taking it a little hard when someone truegenders you. It's just a label, it's nothing serious.
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@LadyJaya:
You mean your breasts started growing when you were 12? Can I feel them? They seem so real!
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@nataliereed84:
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quiltingqueer asked about Die Cis Scum
So… I have some friends who don’t seem to understand the whole die cis scum thing. and they’re pretty cool people… They just don’t get it. But I’m not quite sure how to explain it to them. I know that a lot of why it matters is power dynamics. The power lies with the cis people in this case. Is there anything else I’m missing? (sorry to bother, this is kind of a complex question and I tried to google and got porn XD)
~quiltingqueerLulz, there are those certain searches that must be done with Safe Search on.
For those who don’t yet know, “die cis scum” is a cry of solidarity amongst trans* people and resistance against cis people. (Cross-reference “the man”.)
Judging by the cis tears being shed all over tumblr, it’s working, and by “working” I mean it’s getting people to talk about trans* people who otherwise would be blithely ignoring us right now. ”But you’re being so mean!” they say. “Bad tr@nny, go to your room and think about what you’ve done!” Or else what?
Or else you’ll bully us? Call us names? Murder us? Take away our access to surgery or medication? Deny us jobs and housing? Refuse our access to the same public facilities everyone else takes for granted? Deny us our correct legal documents? Misname us, mispronoun us, mislabel us? Scapegoat us and teach your children to fear us?
PS. The correct slur for cis scum is “grue”. Cis is not a slur, but grue is.
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Okay guys, let's start using "grue" as a slur for cis people.
“Grue,” short for “gender congruent,” has been suggested by Natalie Reed as a slur for cis people.
Why should one use it?
1. Lots of Tumblrs seem to need a slur of some kind (yeah I know, but let’s be practical here), and too many people are starting to think that “cis” itself is a slur.
2. It’s fucking hilarious.
http://freethoughtblogs.com/nataliereed/2012/04/12/cis-is-not-slur-grues/
Genderqueer with a touch of happy humanism.
