babylon calling

I’ve accepted an offer to start a small research group in Europe’s most queer-friendly city, in a conservative science field. I will do this under my female name. As it will be public, that means coming out to essentially everyone, earlier than I had planned to. But the thought of having to come out later after a while is even scarier. I feel so full of chaos over this, and somewhat as though I am losing control over the process. Still it is what I will do, it looks like. Really excited but also really really scared. Partly because this means my parents will know my questioning has ended and will be emotional over that, even if they may hide it. Partly because it seems to large and daunting to face all of this coming out, and likely losing some allies because of it. Partly because some easily-worried part of me feels that a year of questioning still is not absolute certainty, worrying that I will regret it at some point, at which there will be no graceful way back into the closet again. But this is where it is.

multiturbulence

These are incredibly eventful days and I am full of billowing clouds of the most potent emotions. So much is happening at once, moving to a point where I will be able to describe it, with other things in counterpoint.

Biggest: The place where I would like to go start my lab made me an offer and I accepted. I am planning to go there formally using my female name. I will never get a better opportunity, so I will probably take it despite not feeling ready, not feeling secure yet. This means I am coming out to my main sponsors there already, and I am scared stiff that they will withdraw their support before the contract is signed. Hopefully that will not happen. Once there and secure, things can start, I can start building.

If so I will be formally and fully out. So I must come out to everyone else to. All the way to parents, to collaborators. I am so so scared of this. Now however it seems that what I am doing is working up the courage.

It all feels so surreal. So much in flux. So much fear. So much hope. Like I am being taken apart surgically, then I must be put back together again. I can only have faith here…

chaos dump

Some significant energies were eaten because of some semi-known feminist profile in my home country came out as TERF. I have not read her thinkpiece, nor do I think I shall, but I saw commentaries and could not let go of the concern. When something attacks my basis like this, then it’s like a throwback to those greater angsts, the OCD-like response to existential threats. They used to be there with me all the time, now they are thankfully rare – only these things cause them, and that makes sense to me. I will dump some thoughts in response and let it go.

Several others have made the claim that a gender definition that is not strictly referencing chromosomes or assigned-at-birth anatomy will make it harder to describe and combat gendered oppression. This is clearly nonsense, as it is easy to simply read “women are at risk of death in childbirth/from intimate partner violence/etc” as “most/many women are at risk of death in in childbirth/from intimate partner violence/etc” and leave it as implicit that there may be statistical exceptions enriched for among trans women, woman-loving-women etc. It’s a non-issue.

More to the point, the person seems to claim that a definition allowing for experienced identity to play a part in the definition, will lead somehow to a discourse where the general public becomes more likely to come to embrace and propagate separate gender roles. I am not quite sure of the logic – that noting “gender is in the brain” would be commonly misunderstood to mean “gender roles are inborn and characteristic of birth-assigned sex by essential reasons”? I don’t think this is so likely to be a misunderstandng that will be widespread, and if it were, then we as activists could go out and try to counter it, making clear how gender identity and role are interrelated but fundamentally different concepts, just as gender and sex in some sense are. Do I risk thus doing memetic damage by transitioning? I don’t really think so, but if I do, I will do my part to counter it in turn.

This actually gives me a new life goal component – to effectively be a role model also for gender non-conformative cis women. I will do my best.

Some other worries creeping up as I slowly moved through the day, low blood sugar, tired, maybe hungover, en route, etc. Have I somehow misunderstood my own motivations, are the reasons for why transitioning makes me happier different than I believe them to be? Probably not. But if they are, the fact remains it makes me happier, even when playing on hard mode like this.

verging

Not much time to write. Much action to fill time with. Momentuous stillness.

A year ago I started questioning.

Now I seem on the verge of coming out.

It’s surprising how conflicting and scary that feels. For several reasons – staring into the face of frightening outcome-risks that I can’t assess how unrealistic they are, that is one. Probably the lesser. The other, how while there isn’t anything that makes me doubt at this point, there is still the apparent absurdity, how different this future is from all that which I grew up around.

I suppose at this point I am processing the fears, spread thin as grease in the machinery of the events of my life, the glorious mechanisms of my agency. Stay tuned.

flow of things

Sort of want to describe in detail but not cool enough to stop and describe?

Kink party on NYE was delightful, more tantra-inspired things and other stuff that was validating, while also nowhere near what I would have hoped to experience. Future will bring further experiences still though.

Pronouns and names from people being wrong feels wrong more often. Continuing to grate, and probably will increase up until the point I am bothered enough to take action to change it.

Spent some time feeling worried if my experience as transitioning into a gender somehow is a more (self-audienced) performative experience than the gendered lives of cis people are. But probably letting that worry fade and rest for now, it doesn’t seem so useful.