Nonbinary - Blog Posts
hey!! i have decided to start crowdfunding for top surgery while i can. i am a transmasc nonbinary guy from texas and a chronically broke college student, and i would like to get top surgery as soon as possible, preferably before my 23rd or 24th birthdays. top surgery would benefit me physically as binding is unsafe for me a lot of the time and has caused damage to my rib cage after almost 8 years of binding, as well as benefit me mentally and emotionally.
please share and donate if you’re able to! it’s a lot of money unfortunately but definitely will be worth it in the end!! https://gofund.me/e16c79d0
top surgery for dan
It would mean so much to us if you could please share this post. Dan is one of the kindest and most beautiful people I've ever met. They started T in 2019 but they haven't been able to get top surgery yet as it is so very expensive. Please help if you can, any amount would be sincerely appreciated.
# all are safe and welcome
Reblog is this is a safe space for the identities theses flags represent pls follow too
Hehehe I’m a demiboy <3
I'm 19.
Reblog if you’re an Otherkin/Therian over 18.
And add you age to the tags, please.
I read somewhere in that otherkin is just a phase and that all of them are minors, and now I’m curious, how many of you folks are over 18?
Thanks.
sometimes I get anxious about my weight and then I remember that one time a few months ago that my friend and I thought it would be funny to see how much my chest weighed and it came out to 3.5ish lbs, so really I’m not too far off of my goal weight, I just have heavy boobs
I'm sure that I'm an agender, but suddenly I started to want to become a guy, yet still want to dress feminine and cute. What am I?
I am transmasc.
This is something that I did not truly realize and accept until recently.
Hello, you can call me M, my pronouns are they/he.
I was an eccentric child growing up, in my earliest years I played with the boys and their trucks, enjoyed superheros and comic books, and stomped in the mud. I can remember two separate occasions where I asked my mom “are you sure I was born to be a girl? I feel like I’m probably a guy”, and both occasions she told me she knew I was a girl, even if I liked things that traditionally boys did.
I moved during elementary school. Suddenly there were only two boys in my class, and nine other girls besides me. It was a Catholic private school and there were uniforms. The girls wore skirts and blouses or blouses and slacks, but my mom preferred the way the skirt looked on me so I didn’t get much of a choice. My hair was a cute bob that just barely didn’t touch my shoulders, and I always wore a flowery headband. I didn’t play with the boys because they didn’t like including girls in their tag games since girls ran slower. Besides, if I ran around too much my tights would start to run.
I started middle school in that same private school, except now the girls wore polos with a sweater or sweater vest and the option between a kilt or slacks. We were forced to wear our kilts on the days we went to church in order to look presentable for the lord. My hair was long and wavy, but I always tied it into an ugly low pony because I didn’t have much time in the morning. There was only one guy in our class this year, him and I were friends.
I ended middle school in a different school entirely. I wasn’t used to the freedom in clothing choice that public school brought. I would try to wear whatever looked “cool”, over-feminizing myself in order to seem like a normal girl. My hair was still long and still up. I stayed friends with a single kid from private school, even though we were in separate schools now. I had exactly two close guy friends when I ended middle school.
Freshman year, and I’m still struggling to grasp basic fashion, though sometimes I managed to put together a cohesive outfit. No matter the outfit’s success, however, it always felt like it wasn’t made for my body. My hair, once halfway down my back, was once again chopped to a cute bob. I tried eyeliner for the first time. I started to realize that I might not completely be a girl, but the title ‘Demigirl’ feels right.
It’s only in sophomore year that I allow myself to consider the possibility that I’m not truly a girl in any sense. I only have one guy friend now, but I don’t know if they count since we’re dating and they’re starting to question their gender. My outfits started to finally look and feel good. I allow my masculinity to flow freely through the clothes I wear, though still wearing eyeliner in order to keep myself pretty. I chop my hair the shortest it’s ever been. I am nonbinary.
Junior year brings quite a few changes in only a few months. I meet a senior who I befriend, and him and I are scarily similar. He tells me about his journey with gender and guides me through my feelings about mine. My outfits are very rarely feminine anymore, and I only wear eyeliner on fancy occasions. I feel gender dysphoria for the first time. I feel gender euphoria for the first time. My hair is still short as I grow it out from a crappy mullet I had gotten the summer prior. I am out to all my teachers. Am I a trans man, or simply a masc-leaning enby? November 2024 comes to a close and I am only three months into my junior year, and I cannot wait to watch my gender evolve and grow. Getting ready in the bathroom each morning I think back to preschool me asking my mom if I should have been made a boy. Man my hindsight is 20/20.
flashback to that time I told my French teacher I use they/them pronouns and I was so nervous that I just kinda stood there and stared for a second afterwards and when he asked if there was anything else I panicked and told him a random French pun
a transmasc who wears those turtleneck tank tops you see anime boys wearing so they appear more masculine
Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.
this post must be reblogged by everyone
I hate the fact that I'm a woman and always will be. I hate the fact that I have reproductive organs. I hate that almost all male friends see only vagina and boobs in me. I wish, I was born genderless, but unfortunately it wouldn't happen, due to biology. I can only go cry about it.
I HAVE IMPORTANT QUESTION!!!!
If I'm nonbinary (AFAB) and I like a man, does this makes me hetero??? Just imagine, a hetero nonbinary... Sounds strange, but I'm still interested in it! Or if I'm trans man, and I'll like a woman, does this makes me hetero??
Sometimes, I think that it'd be better, if I'd be a man. I could look like I want, I wouldn't have boobs, and periods, and people would see in me personality, not just boobs and vagina. I hate fact of being girl. I hate fact of that people will refer to me as she/her even when I told them to refer me as they/them/it/its.
Not accept by "a friend".
Few weeks ago, I was obsessed with idea of finding new friends to chat in discord with, so I started to try to find friends. And I found one. He was good, and funny, we liked talk together, so we kept chatting.
Yesterday, I did a coming out to him, and he started to mock me, but I didn't say anything. Then he started to say something like "Not think/associate yourself with any gender isn't normal", "There's only two genders", "I'll block you if you keep doing it" and etc.
In the end our friendship ended, cuz I don't wanna listen that I'm insane just because I'm being myself. I don't and won't understand people like him.
"Be proud of your boobs! It's your power!" HELL NO. This "power" as you call it, makes me feel awful! Plus it hurts as hell, when it comes to period. Why should I even be proud of it?
(Day №??? of wanting being genderless)
"you should be proud of being woma–" SHUT UP. YOU CAN BE PROUD OF IT, BUT DON'T FORCE ME. I HATE BEING IN FEMALE BODY, I DON'T WANNA BE WOMAN, THIS BODY MAKES ME SAD!
I've never understood why people keeps making stereotypes about non-binaries, agenders, and etc. I guess that society needs a lot of time to understand that even if you're non-binary you don't need to always look androgynous! Even if you're nonbinary, you still can look feminine or masculine, because your appearance will never affect on who you are! And we also can wear skirts and etc, because clothes haven't got gender! Unfortunately not all people understand it...
Finding A True Name
The woods are quiet at this time of morning, when the sun is barely peeking over the horizon and the forest be thick with mists and glittering with morning dew. At the base of an old oak I pick up an acorn and fashion its cap smooth like a bowl, carving down the stem into a base before I toss the seed high between a fork in the tree's upper branches.
I miss of course, but that's hardly the point. I have no offering for the little or hidden people, hardly believe in them besides an idle fascination with little rituals like these, a bowl of morning dew I'd carved but moments before and set aside between then twisting roots of the old tree, and a mandarin in my hand that I begin to peel as I lean against it and try to listen to the morning sounds of birds.
I hear a voice beside me ask what I am doing there, and I give a little shrug. It's a public forest, and I figured a morning walk would be nice, no need for the inquisition.
"You ever thought about climbing it?" they say, and I tilt my head. "When I was younger," I tell them, "I could climb a smooth pole if I wanted to, but no… not anymore. Maybe… maybe someday, but I'm not as sure those branches will hold me as I am,"
"This tree is special," they tell me, "It is old and it is tired, but it is a home to anyone who might seek its shade, for a price of course"
"Maybe," I tell them, "It's not like I didn't leave anything though,"
"So I see," they say, "but trees get water every time it rains, every night when the cool settles on their leaves, what could make them want some in a little bowl they can't even drink from?"
"Wasn't so much for the tree," I say, a small smile building on my lips as I pull free another piece of the mandarin and stick it in my mouth, "More for any hidden folk, should they want it," I swallow the piece of fruit down, "This oak gets plenty of what it needs, water, sunlight, nutrients from the soul, the freedom to grow, I figured all more it could want was some company, so that's what I offer it in exchange for shade,"
The other gives me an odd look, something of a little gleam in their emerald green eyes as they tilt their head a little to the side, blink twice, and ask me a question.
"Can I have your name, at least?" it asks, and I tell them of course. I give it readily enough.
The green eyed stranger frowns at me, "That's not your name," they say plainly.
"It is though," I say, "The one of my birth at least,"
"But it is not your name,"
"It is a name," I say, "they've never really seemed to stick to me, especially when I came out,"
"So what is your name?" they ask again.
"I already told you didn't I?"
They pout harder, "That's just a name, an empty name," they say, "It's not yours,"
By now I've caught on, whether fact or fiction or something in between,
"I suppose it's right to say I haven't one yet, I'm still trying to find it,"
"Was it taken?" they implore me, "No, that can't make sense if you could still give it freely,"
"I think it just died," I say, with another bite of the fruit in my hand, "It faded, with that part of me that didn't really consider anything else, or maybe it never really was mine to begin with," I swallow it down again, "I've been rotating between nicknames for now, but nothing quite feels right."
"I can feel them," it says, "Nameless, what an interesting thing you are, to be nameless and whole all at once, oh the fair folk would hate you and I would too, had I not the pleasure of your earnestness."
I give a little nod, despite the small swell of unease in my chest.
"Would you like some fruit?" I say, offering the other half, yet untouched but picked clean of skin and grit. It isn't often I can peel a mandarin without piercing it's flesh and spilling it's juices.
The Faerie smiles at me, a mouth full of needle like teeth and eyes that glimmer with gold flecked inside it's too bright eyes.
"I would like that," it says to me, and takes it readily. Popping some of the pulps in its mouth, one after another, and licking the juice from its lips as it chews. Turning over what remains in its hands and smiling a little to itself as it does so.
"What are you here for?" I ask it sweetly, pulling free a knife and idly making another bowl from a nearby acorn.
"I had wanted to steal you away," it says, and I stop a little at the declaration, "It's always fun to have better company in Faerie, with your name I might have been still able to leave something behind that would have others none the wiser,"
"And now?"
"I couldn't charge you if I wanted to," it giggles a little under its breath, "I haven't your name nor your thanks, instead I have two gifts freely given, and nothing but the utmost pleasantries from you on my and our friend's account, so I'll tell you what," they say, "I owe you a boon, and so meet with me whenever you are able, and I shall help you find your name, and it shall be all your own,"
"And yours?" I ask coyly, "May I have yours?"
They flick a finger by my ear and I laugh.
"Cheeky," they say, "but you may call me a friend,"
Uhmmm……..imma just add this post the rapidly growing list of reasons I maybe should have seen this whole nb thing sooner lol
Me: god I wish I didn’t have boobs
Them: oh, are you trans?
Me: No I just really fucking hate having boobs
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HEY YOU!
Yeah, you! Are you trans? Do you like reading books? Or watching movies?
Do you like media about trans men/transmasculine characters but don't know where to find it?
That's sooo crazy because I have this little spreadsheet I'm working on where I'm trying to document all media with protagonists/major characters who are FTM or transmasculine.
The spreadsheet currently has 200+ entries spread across the following categories:
Books
Manga
Memoirs and non-fiction
Movies
TV Shows
Graphic novels / Comics
Webcomics
Audio dramas
Books and movies are also sorted by:
Which character is trans (MC, love interest, antagonist, etc)
If the trans character is POC
The trans character's sexuality (Because I saw lots of transhet guys sad about only being able to find gay romances)
If the author/actor is also trans (if we know for sure)
It's free to use, and free to add to as well! Editing permissions are on, and I check on the spreadsheet every now and then to make sure everything is in order and to clean up.
If you know something that isn't on the list, please add it! You don't have to fill in every single column, but fill it to the best of your abilities.
If you don't want to use the big ass long link below, you can also use: bit.ly/FTM-protags
I made this because I want it to be a community resource. So even if you're not a trans guy or transmasculine person, please reblog!
i feel like the entire online queer community collectively forgot, or rather pretends that queer allies don't exist. like. we literally have a term and even a flag for queer allies. they exist. assuming every single perisex cishet person hates queer people isn't the way to go. allies are a very real and important part of our community. allies challenge the status quo by saying, i'm not queer, but i support what you're doing. they exist. they're out there- and yes, many of them are cishet men.
please don't forget this, or pretend that they don't exist: allies are an extremely important part of our history, community, and safety.
theres actually no rules to transitioning and youre allowed to want contradictory things for your transition. it's fine if you only want some of the changes that come with hrt and take preventative measures for the rest (like wanting bottom growth but not body hair or vice versa). you can want to have vagina AND a dick. you can be a woman and want top surgery, or wear a packer. you can be a man and want to have a pussy. you can change your transition goals one or a million times or not have any goals at all and just take things as they come or as they feel right.
there are no rules.
I know it is difficult right now.
But please, focus on your hobbies, the things and the people you love, everything that brings you joy.
If you can manage to find joy anywhere, no matter how small, it is worth living for.
And if that isn't enough for you, outlive the bastards who want you dead so you can shit on their fucking graves.
Exist out of sheer spite and the will to see another day.
"well if it's not androgynous what should a nonbinary person look like??" ***EXTREMELY LOUD BUZZER SOUND*** WRONG!!!! YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG!!!!!!! NOBODY "SHOULD" ANYTHING!!!! THAT IS NOT WHAT QUEERNESS IS ABOUT!!!!! GO TO THE CALM DOWN CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE JUST SAID.
Some LGBTQIA+ Statistics:
9% of the world's population identifies as LGBTQIA+ (738 million)
3% of the world's population identifies as transgender or nonbinary (246 million)
1.7% of the world's population is intersex (139.4 million)
A large slice of the pie.