claw marks burn scars broken glass

Randomly sir:red by flight steward. Have full make-up with eye shadow, pink lipstick, rainbow coloured nails. Hair in updo, long dangly earrings. Pink scarf, orchid purple short summer dress and high heels. As a service person on a flight he did not misgender deliberately, so it must be something about me which screams manhood deeply enough that none of the rest registered. He had not heard my voice, so must still be my looks. Feeling empty, looking around me full of sad and panicky thoughts, calm inside like a sad serpent at the bottom of a dried out river.

What are my chances? What are my flaws? What parts of this despicable shell of meat are even possible to fix? I know it’s not been long, I’m six months into puberty. There can be more rebuilding happening. I just need to break down so I can build up. Atrophy more muscle, break down more fat and tissue. Need to remember this feeling, this pain, need to let it drive me. If I lose as much mass as possible, anywhere, any tissue (except of course nervous system, because I need that to be me), then I can rebuild under the right developmental signals, quite possibly the right epigenetics. I need to break myself down and rebuild. I can only hope for this, and bear in mind this really is early. Everyone says this is what they experienced it. Just was not expecting it right now.

What else is it? Shape of facial bones? Forehead, length of face, nose? I thought I looked right in the mirror this morning. Jaw, somehow, side view? Forehead bossing? I don’t want to be one of those sad, sad people who keep listing anatomical measurement terms to explain their sadness; I see exactly the same lingo from incels and sad trans girls and I want nothing to do with it. I’ll just have faith, continue what I do, and then in a few years, if still wrong, ask for facial surgery advice.

This is sad. Then again, here is where I start. Here is where I start from.

I should have asked him what he said, corrected. I would want to. But in the moment I didn’t think of it. Need to try to make it a habit.

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Wanted to update though on other things anyway during the flight. Spending time by the coast let me relax requirements to myself; hanging out in exercise gear (so long as I wore the sports bra it was OK), not showering as often, no foundation, only sunblock, eyebrow pencil, kayal and mascara. Light lipstick. I could feel present in a “casual” sense, cycled, jogged, swam and suntanned. Wore a bikini for first time and felt great, not self-conscious. Went grocery shopping in this summer vacation mode. All this may seem shallow but actually is important: I need to experience and reclaim areas of my life while readjusting my self-perception within those areas. By doing so I can more contexts where I can stay at peace within myself.

In a way the whole journey to the summer house was one – such an important place for me throughout my childhood, and I’ve now reclaimed it as S, spent time relaxing as S. I now know what that feels like, I can do so and remember it. Similarly having family see me so mattered. And I went through my old boxes, threw out binders of old dysphoria-fuelled notes and scary papers, and repackaged other things. Saw my photos from 17 and 18 and noting how much more similar to my younger sister I still was. All in all, very good.

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Last, spent time with several trans woman friends in different contexts. Ending up very self-conscious of my voice, for I still keep dropping it almost all the time, and it really does bother me a lot. Saw some girls with great voices who have tiny scars on their neck, making me curious if there is surgery that helped them? I would probably still not do that. I fear losing my voice more than I do my sexual function (fascinated to note as I type it that it likely is true), I am a singer and someone who can console or coach others. So training is where it is. Here too I’ve been lazy. I must be diligent. I must escalate.

It’s like in so many other things I did that turned out to work. I must take a challenge fully and clearly seriously, and approach it with overkill as my goal. That too is who I am.

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Feeling privileged and narcissistic and shallow and dysphoric and all sorts of things. Meh. It will be good. Much love!

symbol of torment

Trans alignment not managed by transition is sometimes lethal. We go insane and take our lives, for example. I never will. But right now I understand those who do very well, and my current woes are even very minor, compared to what others have to go through.

My home country would formally let me change my legal sex with little trouble, I am quite sure – I fulfil medical criteria according to established international standards. They changed the rules a few years back to be more inclusive. From previously requiring citizenship for legal sex change, now residency is. This is a step up for everyone except for expats like myself. Because it means that while my application likely would be approved, I am not allowed to file it. So my passport has a little “M” in it, much like a malign melanoma forms a little dot on the skin of some other unlucky person.

Being the squares that they are, this means my country of residency – banks, public departments etc. – often claim they must register me as a man, meaning they will use male honorifics in communication etc., and moreover, means that my interacting them feels like a tacit endorsement of the misgendering.

How does that feel? Signing feels like taking on shackles, and the skin and flesh rots to the bone where they touch. Seeing the wrong label feels like that is about another person, like something I cannot bear to look at directly, like a wrongness or hole in the world. Discovering again in a new context (today, residency registration), that yields a clear view of immediate dysphoria; it feels like shock and sadness. I told them, across the language barrier, to do what they must when registering my address, needed it done for taxes to work. Left and remain with the pain hiding behind my eyes. Tears that must come out. I can only delay it, though I suppose if I delay it enough it dissolves into some grating salt against my bones and the inner surfaces of my empty skull.

This fucking hurts so much. Before I could ignore, but I have gotten used to feeling like a real person, so the difference is important. I must resolve this. Wikipedia says [citations needed] that my host country has prior court cases signifying my identity should be enough for documents and addressing, but without being able to point to them, this does not help me. There is no legal way for me to file the application in my home country, because they also do not want me to fake being resident there. Discussions ongoing imply the law may change, but who knows if this will remove the residency requirement, as that was always only a spandrel? A minor detail they did not care if it would expect someone. I am fringe of fringe demographic, as an expat trans person. My experience was never real to the lawmakers. Perhaps I will be lucky as they change it, perhaps not.

I could file in my host country if I become stateless but that does not seem like a wise idea. At this rate, I may end up having had bottom surgery before being legally addressed correctly. I never give up. I will continue to do what I do, I will realize my ambitions in this and all other fields. My agency is boundless and I will use it. I will make the most of this day, whether I spend some of it crying or not. Others have it much worse. I want to bite holes in my skin, walk carelessly through traffic, punch my hands through glass surfaces. I will not do those things. I will move forward. It fucking hurts. I will move forward.

loss

Another thing. Freaked out into anger and panicky anxiety when someone shot a water gun into my face during the parade. They thought they were being helpful and did so to everyone. My companions helped me get back into function. To me it is the same as what I blogged about here: https://lost-in-transition.tumblr.com/post/164705382944/what-messy-moments-feel-like

That is, I so rely on makeup or grooming to reduce dysphoria that I am deeply shaken from fearing its violation. I find this interesting as it points to how much dysphoria I actually feel, but keep away through coping strategies like these.

vortices

Extremely intensive days. I have loved ones near and feel bonds deepen even further. I know myself loved and am deeply safe and happy therein.

Emotional turbulence in some form really is a thing. It seems very clear that HRT mid-term like this makes me cry easier. I love that it does. I now cry from safety, from being moved, from empathy. I can stop it but don’t usually want to. I cry tears without knowing why or knowing why I am sad, and I can’t but suspect that it is related to wherever my missing emotions actually went (assuming they really do exist, and that my relatively neutral state is not human default). Excited.

Beyond support and safety – marching for LGBTQ++ pride was great, though hot and I am glad we did not do the entire route – I also note people looking, and at one point we were directly and clearly harassed by a fervent man speaking transphobic slurs in Russian. I was very glad to have my partner with me. These and other moments make me sometimes feel a dark and somber fear that I always will be read as male, no matter what my efforts. I suppose this highlights that I want to be able to “pass“ even if I downplay the value of that because the concept has some toxicity.

How much will I have to change to get there? How much can a few more years of HRT do? On patches now. How much more can dieting and posture training and voice training do? In the worst case, how much could facial surgeries do? I fear there are angles from which I look extremely masculine, and ways in which my frame does, especially from back. I will do my best, and I will not lose track of all else that matters more all the same. I am loved and I am blessed. Still these things suck. I knew what I was getting into, though, I never assumed I would become able to blend. But the fact of so much going so well so far has made me hope. I will carry two opposing factors in my mind at once and proceed as I must.

Be strong and be kind.

issuesauce

So, new endo suggested using non-pill estradiol delivery. First tried spray, then patches. Prescribed patches appear to come out to about a quarter of the dose I had the last four months. Tried this for a day or so. Issues sleeping, headache and so on could have just been weather, but general feeling of unease and that everything is difficult and draining and requiring vigilance, the feeling of not being able to relax and be present… that probably is real. First time I go down from semi-steady E2. This tells me I must make sure levels are high enough. Keeping track of my HRT stocks, and hoping, though having faith, that things will be OK with the doctor going forward. Learned he has the unexpected profile of having both a medical and a law doctorate. No idea why.

During the down state, ended up being more prone to worry and questioning, slightly more irritable. Beginning to notice a difference between sadness/tears in high-estrogen mode, and sadness/no-tears dysphoria in low-estrogen mode. The latter feels like active threat awareness and carrying heavy weights. The former feels like channeling something.

We are complex, I am complex. I need not know all about the origins or implications of my state, though I will explore it. But I know now I need control over my sex hormone levels, need for them to be where I want, and that I would go quite far to maintain that control. Whether because it is I need E2, or because having neither E nor T messes anyone up, or both, I must be able to steer this. I will ensure I can.

parties

NSFW I guess.

My genitals feel like some sort of alien thing, not a part of me, not something I can understand as me. That’s not to say I hate them, I suppose, but I’m recognizing that I cannot relate well to them. With my frame and face and presentation changing, I can relate much better to the rest of me, I am not diverting my gaze from my mirror image. I don’t want to look directly at crotch bulges, or to be naked under my own gaze, however, and if a partner touches me there, I want to still be clothed so I don’t see, so I know I am not seen, and I loathe the dark mood state of cleanup that follows release.

I suppose this is genital dysphoria. I’ll keep up my efforts to create the situation where SRS as I want it becomes a real and immediate option, with the various social and emotional and physical and logistical and financial barriers out of the way. At the point those barriers are lowered, will I get it? Beginning to very much seem so.

haute pain

Observation from course/workshop today: Accidental, uncorrected misgendering (e.g. wrong pronouns) are beginning to hurt more and more, causing long stretches of intrusive dysphoric ideation and of feeling numb and near to tears. Like hearing someone died.

I can choose to ride out these stretches but I cannot choose not to hurt. Efforts to avoid or correct matter and are thus deeply appreciated. Noting my attention/presence/capacity reduced by ~40% in the subsequent hours. Intentional misgendering would not hurt so much.

Compulsive, desperate thoughts about what I could possibly do or change so that others would not make this mistake (starve myself to full atrophy? facial or vocal surgeries? tone down my personality to be fucking demure, become small and timid and quiet?). Mind boiling.

Would rather be focusing on work, given extent of current projects and deadlines. Luxury problem. Others endure violence and discrimination. I know. I wonder if I will have to cry when I get out of this room? The feeling persists. Had not expected that. I’ll be OK though.

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Away from there. Almost tweeted this hence sentences. But did not want to seem so I-don’t-know-what. Still want to cry but not break down in public. So stressed too. I will submerge into work for now.

cracks

I did get quite messed up by interacting with a troll this morning, worries on validity spiraling and causing then those old symptoms of locking up, not enjoying, not being present, feeling cold and pain. Ending up sort of sad and worried over the ways in which I am _not_ like other women, in terms of biology and in terms of life experiences. Those are not all the ways, and as long as I and others go more by other properties in classifying me, then still all fine. But I do feel it hanging over me still, like a chocked sadness behind the eyes, being near to tears. I really am more sensitive. Part is expectations having changed, and part is possibly HRT increasing openness – thus also dysphoria. I wrote about this possibility before several times. I guess the point though is, and this is really just a coda to the last post reiterating it in context, that my impulse in return becomes to try my bet to become like other women in terms of biology and experiences both, while still remaining me. So the increasing intensity of dysphoria being triggered all in all drives me to fight against it by trying to become such that I feel less invalid.

Meh.

vestment

After a day of feeling quite good, went clothes shoppping. The situation being as follows – there will still be some time before I can again do laundry, and I am rapidly running out of things I want to wear. So for simplicity, went to large cheap clothing chain store and tried on 16 different dresses. None fit as I would want, and what I see now is that in my current stage, very very few designs work. They must flare (otherwise there are unsightly bulges from belly and bottom parts both), but flaring things that fit on lower body do not fit on top, they will be too small and bra will show on sides. Resolving to not buy even cheap stuff unless it fits perfectly, because otherwise in fitting room mirrors I look like a crossdressing clown. Even so, not all angles are flattering, my jaw and cheeks and throat look weird, and the signs of facial hair are there. Unless hair is just right, I look like some crossdressing slob.

That said, not only do I know this is dysphoria talking, I also see things that would look so great and fit so great and look so me if only they were cut a little differently, so it’s worth continuing to look. And I know I share that experience with 75+% of cis women too.

Speaking of my cisters, today had for first time in a while some number of cis women looking oddly at me, one snorting at me. Usually I get negative reactions only from men. Part of me worried big city people spot trans women easier, so that this would recur, but perhaps they just did not like my sunglasses. One stores clerk sold me nail polish, then gave me a free sample of men’s perfume. That messed me up a little. Perhaps it was just random. Or she signalled her lack of acceptance, or she simply instinctively parsed me as male. Those options in increasing order of sad severity. All in all, these various experiences escalated with me feeling like I come across masculine, which yields increasing dysphoria as my expectations change. I know what to do – persevere, let pass, all this shall pass.

There are things I can do with regards to that term – I don’t like the term of (even just cis-)passing, so I’ll say blending – I know from mirrors that I slouch, proper posture has real and true impact. As does smiling, and as does also remembering to maintain voice. I should tie these things too to the Triune Goddess, but not sure fully on how to work into the scheme, ideas welcome – which of the aspects of the Goddess are most kin to what habitualization of posture, voice and smile?

All in all, once clothes shopping – failed, at that – was done, I was an hour after when to take the next estradiol dose. I could feel that, and I could feel relaxation after taking it, washing the blue pill down with hugo, but really that is much too fast for anything but placebo to act. It could well be both placebo and true mood impact though. Need to instigate a double blinded study with that one trans collaborator who is also crazy, driven and brave enough to go for it, I will tell her of this aspect to the intervention possibilities too. I do thing my mood is impacted, anxieties return when estradiol drops. Should try patches again to see if it doesn’t, though of course then also any placebo or nocebo would go away. I did note about 5 min after the dose now that my worries actually deepened, I felt closer to sadness and also closer to responding to cuteness (saw little doggo), this being something I noticed post hoc so less likely perhaps to be placebo. Will see where the evening takes me.

It seems it takes me to hair washing, emergency nail polish, makeup and trying to see if (unlikely) I get into a hip club. And some slides editing. Check.

contrapunctus

I slept but am still somewhat affected. These spirals used to be frequent before I transitioned. Now they only really happen if something targets that directly. This wasn’t even new thoughts or good thoughts, I just came onto them when weakened from stress and tiredness and did not expect to. This day I must deal with a million things, so I need to clear this out and get back to a peaceful mode.

The argumentation threw around the usual claim that gender both “is not real” and is a social construct created by patriarchy, mixing also gender and gender stereotypes and gender identity wildly. This always boggles, why would not social constructs be real? They exist within material substrates and like all other such things can sometimes be easily altered, sometimes with more difficulty. This reasoning was paired with the likewise usual claim that “biology” is real and not malleable.

The counterpoints here then, just to reiterate: biology is no more cleanly defined than mathematics. Human sexual biology can mean any number of things – anatomy, endocrinology, behaviour descriptions, reproductive descriptions, physiology, genetics. These are each more or less fuzzy and just as physics is a social construct in that descriptions of time and space refers to reference measurements for length and duration, so does sexual biology reference a body of knowledge generation, even where the boundaries are easy to draw, someone still needs to draw them. This is not controversial. Presently, for example, I retain an XY karyotype (unlike most seen as women or seeing themselves as women) in most or all of my cells. I may or may not still have any gamete production to speak of, so reproductively I may have had but now lost the capacity of fathering? Hormonally my system is in female ranges, neurally is all mosaic but apparently changing statistically towards a female reference population (and may or may not have central parts which already was there underlying my gender identity, who knows?); same with regards to most of my anatomy. All of which emerges unto: definition of “biological sex” depends on what properties one involves and where one draws the line.

Gender as I define it, and this is a definition I wish to propagate, is the way that sexual biology (under an opt-out & opt-in framework, for we are not barbarians) is reflected in human relating, cognition, emotion and action. Thus the above _activity of_ science of sexual biology is an example of (making) gender, it is a recognition and relating to observations of these aspects of the material world. Talking of men and women, males and females, thinking of it, feeling with regards to it, classifying and making decisions or holding ideation regards to it, these are all activities that are part of the phenomenon of gender, the social construct. Gender roles and stereotypes (where gender categories are statistically accompanied by other properties in some population) are part of it. Like the physics referenced above, all is defined relative to an observer, a speaker, an actor – we can think of how a person is gendered in some context by themselves or by another.

It is important then to realize how alien it would seem to us with a world where we did not gender. It would not merely be an absence of gender stereotypes or segregation with regards to secondary properties. Since gender is the very act of recognizing and having any form of action or cognition or emotion in response to sexual biology, no world where we were aware of or ever considered for any purpose any aspect of sexual biology, would be a world “free” from gender as such. Realistically, a world without gendering would be a world without sexes. That is not to say that we cannot (or that we should not) eliminate gender roles and stereotypes, of course, and as a transhumanist, I would also welcome that world without sex distinctions. But that is for the future. Since most people instead refer (often fuzzily) to gender roles when speaking of gender, they will not think of this.

What then is gender identity? In this use of the terms, gender identity are our inclinations – learned and/or instinctual – to function more or less happily under different options for our gendering. It is whether if given a choice it is better in some regard for us to gender ourselves one way or the other, to have others gender ourselves one way or the other. In the forum thread I came onto yesterday, the claim was made that this either does not exist, or that it is a recent development. The presence of gender violating shamans in early cultures (including the gallae) would gainsay the latter, and as I have outlined elsewhere, a good case can be made from various scattered sources of observations of usual and perturbed child development and evopsych just-so stories (dirty though that field often is) that this is something humanity got from our earlier ancestors still already. I have claimed and remain doing so that gender identity is a mechanism behind homosocial processes – specifically identification – that makes the memetic transmission of gender roles more likely. Unlike mice or monkeys, our species learns gender roles, they are not hard-coded, but the tendency to look for them to learn them, under this hypothesis, is hard-coded. This is why, if we wish to eliminate them (and I for one do!), that we must ensure the next generation has role models for all useful traits with all apparent sexes/genders well-represented.

I suppose the claim that gender identity exists can still be challenged. I make much of Hines’ experiment (referenced elsewhere on this blog) where artifical gender roles were preferentially learned by children, but the full constructivist response may be that on a meta-level, the inclination to learn easier from same-sex models is in itself taught from experience. I doubt this, actually, but the claim can be made. The other side of Hines’ experiment was how a population with perturbed prenatal hormones (known to be enriched for trans men) showed less inclination for this preferential learning, they recognized gendered patterns around them but were less inclined to apply expectations on their assigned sex/gender to themselves. I suppose this too could be indirect and complex. I cannot know at this point for certain if my belief that gender identity has an evolutionarily adapted, prenatally encoded, neural substrate or not. Future science will tell us more.

All I can know is that in me and in others, it appears to be present. I really can only relate to myself fully when knowing myself as being aligned to those I think of as women, rather than those I think of as men. It has vast emotional weight behind it – certainly compounding my lived history’s impact, but still there and reflecting inclinations. Acting on this to change how I see myself and am seen causes immense and persistent improvements to my social, embodied physical, cognitive and emotional health, and as this episode shows, the dysphoria which is the negative of that improvement is still going strong. The transgender experience is probably heterogeneous much as other semi-complex neuropsychiatric states, but that does not make it just a hypersphere randomly drawn in a high-dimensional space, it is phenotype for whatever reason, and most importantly, it is one for me, whether it is something I was born with or developed into. I must be gendered female if I am gendered at all, otherwise I cannot function emotionally. So for me, gender identity evidentially does exist, and this is what most matters.

Returning to the statements made; the commenter highlighted beyond “biology” also for their definition of womanhood the shared experiences (presumably statistically) of growing up with such biology. I had not considered the placement of experiences in the above scheme; if these experiences come from outside, then they can be seen in that framework as analogous to sexual biology as something which we relate to. In other words, recognition of and action in response to and cognition and emotion around either (observation of) sexual biology of some kind, or of other experiences directly or indirectly resulting from such (including from the actions of others, which in turn also can be considered to be part of gender as social construct), these are all components and aspects of gendering. This actually becomes relevant, because under that framework we must also take into account how others treat us when they have labelled us by sex/gender, our own gendering involves our relating and cognition and emotion and action in response to others gendering us and the content of that gendering.

This is not really new either, I suppose. Though it highlights how the basis for our gendering also varies. A woman not seen as such, or grown under very isolated circumstances, will lack many of those experiences; this includes most trans women – along with lacking menstruation we lack e.g. an expectation from our surroundings to get pregnant. The sexual biology and externally imposed experience substrate of our gendering is weaker (which is why we need that opt-in, opt-out aspect in a modern, civilized variant of gender as social construct). This is also why we change these things as much as we can, dare, are able to – we try to shift our biologies, and we seek out shared experiences with other women – I loathe the touch of patriarchy but part of me craves it for validation, for I need all the help I can get to be able to be gendered female.

There is however here an interesting and principally testable hypothesis. A young trans woman, not yet out to herself or to others, an egg as it were, might it be that she is more likely than boys her age to be aware of the expectations placed on girls, with respect to control of sexuality, beauty standards, future motherhood? That is to say, will she have learned these things through model observation more readily than someone with a male gender identity will, even if she as yet cannot conceive of them applying to herself (perhaps feeling sometimes sad and jealous of this)? If we had longitudinal cohorts large enough, we could test this – understanding of and especially empathy with the lived experiences of boys and girls, in apparent boys and girls, tested as functions of later trans status. I predict there would be a difference. And to some extent, I attribute the fact that feminism always felt personal to teenage me to something like this – I did not consciously feel the experiences of girls and women applied to me personally, but I always related to them. Perhaps cis men do this to the same degree, but perhaps not. This was tangential however.

I did worry upon reading, what if I misunderstand how the feeling of sameness works? I parse it as though there exists a very basic recognition of the sex of others and of ourselves, and that this has a dimension of same-as-me, different-from-me. This is something I feel, and which I believe others do too. But what if I am wrong, and for others same-sex recognition really only is the cognitive and emotionless recognition of genital configuration and shared experiences? I suppose this would mean two things: one, that there would no be emotional or social consequences of that recognition, and two, that the recognition would not involve an opt-in/opt-out option. Honestly, I don’t believe from observation of others this is the case. No-one is fully neutral to sex classification. TERFs and bros certainly are not neutral, for them it has clear emotional and social consequences. But more to the point, I have experienced plenty of contexts where I really do feel I am genuinely accepted as a woman, by women, who are aware of my trans state and my until-recently unaltered biology. I conclude that for a lot of us in this world, we really do relate to gender (regardless of content) in this more complex manner, I honestly think there are many people who gender (even present) me correctly, because that is how their gendering is done. Might this be wrong? I suppose though I don’t think so. And if so, ultimately what matters most is how I gender myself, how others gender me feeds into this but is not the same as it. And we’ll see how far I can go, how much I’ll be able to make it easier for other people to casually gender me correctly.

Wrapping up the aspect of experiences, those indeed are there and form part of the substrate used for gendering, and those indeed are not something we as trans people have the same access to as cis people; I have no problems accepting that fact as well as its implications (in a debate about pregnancy, listen to the person who was or who might become so before the person who might not). At the same time, my need to be grouped not with men but with women remains, and the feeling from yesternight stays with me, I really will do what I can and what I must to make the world recognize that. Unlike what the commenter claims, biology is not without the potential to be reshaped, and I myself am in a line of work that aims to open up more and more of it to our reshaping. This is why I do not think my transition ever is finished – I will always hold out for the possibility to become even more like the cis woman version of myself. If gene therapy allowed the silencing of any remaining Y chromosome activity, and the adjustment of my X-inactivation patterns to match expression levels I would have had with an XX karyotype, I would go for it. One day perhaps it will. If I could have the reproductive capacities of a cis woman, side effects and all, I would acquire it (and then perhaps sterilize again, which would be my reproductive choice to make as a woman). In this regard the world is flawed, but knowing I have done all I currently can still helps me see myself as I must.

Last the commenter implied something along the lines of, the fact that those women who are not cis (because, as usual, trans men are not even considered – the same really holds even for this text, which is extremely trans woman centric, but at least I warned about that already in the blog disclaimer) have to shout at the top of their lungs to be included, implies… something. Not spelled out. Presumably that we are somehow not valid? But the fact that most women are cis is not surprising – conditions of transness, alarmists aside, are rare. Most people are cis. And as for being accepted, I am not sure if this holds. Those who meet me for the first time after beginning transition may not understand, but they are less likely at least to misgender and they cannot deadname. Habit plays an important part. That said, of course it is challenging. Gender as a social construct is not independent of sexual biology or derived experience, opt-in mechanisms notwithstanding. To increase the chance of proper gendering, I need to try my best to become a person who, besides being fundamentally me, can be understood as a woman by others, bodily and socially. To this end I may even have to wear some of the stereotypes, and thus face even more ridicule and scorn from the TERFs. But the fact of these challenges, and that they reflect the interaction between sex, sex-associated experiences and gender, that does not invalidate gender as something that can be modified, hacked, adapted, nor does it invalidate the fact that I, for whatever inborn or acquired reason, need to do that to be happy.

So there. TLDR? Yes, gender is the response not only to biology but imposed experiences. Yes, gender identity likely is inborn and ancient, and in either case, crucial to adapt to for the well-being of us where it is in trans alignment. No, I cannot be certain that it has the role I believe in creating homosocial role learning, but I expect future research will continue to indicate it has. Yes, I believe that as others perform gender in practice, that will not make it impossible for them to honestly and genuinely gender me correctly, even knowing I am trans, but even if it did, then my own correct self-gendering is possible and necessary. No, the terms biology and gender does not mean what people with limited understanding of either think they do. Yes, my experiences of sexual biology or its correlates in patriarchy are different from those of a cis woman. No, that does not change my need to be gendered correctly. Yes, that indirectly informs my drive to transition in more ways, to go as far as I can. No, it is not unrealistic that we will be accepted as who we are. We are slowly winning this culture war and I will do my part.