Imagine you have just been presented with a magic red button. When pressed the button will change you into the female version of yourself. It will also change the memories of all those you know and love so that they will have always known you as a woman, and regard you as such now. Would you press the button? What if you could only press the button once, and never be able to change back. Would you still press it?
If you were presented with two magic pills, one that would turn you into a woman, and one that would take away your trans feelings and make you into a “regular boy,” which one would you take, and why?
If you were to wake up tomorrow with the body of your desired sex as if you had been born that way, how would you feel? In a month? Year? Decade?
If you were to wake up tomorrow 3 years post-transition, any surgeries or changes you desire completed, hormones taken full hold, a full wardrobe, etc., how would you feel? Month? Year? Decade?
Would you rather be a rich, successful, attractive person of your current sex, or an average person of your desired gender?
If you were married with kids which sounds more appealing, being a husband or a wife? A mom or a dad? A gay man, a straight woman, a gay woman, a straight man?
Which gender would you prefer to live as on an island by yourself? Alone with Family? Friends? Strangers?
How would you feel if you saw a therapist and they told you that you were trans? How about if they said they could tell you really weren’t trans and should never transition?
If there was a test you could take that accurately guessed the taker’s gender, and you were to take it, which answer would you be hoping it gave you?
Well, ouch.
Imagine you have just been presented with a magic red button. When pressed the button will change you into the female version of yourself. It will also change the memories of all those you know and love so that they will have always known you as a woman, and regard you as such now. Would you press the button? What if you could only press the button once, and never be able to change back. Would you still press it?
Um, altering other people’s memories without their consent is morally wrong. I’d have to figure out who all the affected people would be and ask for their consent.
But after that’s taken care of? Absolutely; no doubt.
If you were presented with two magic pills, one that would turn you into a woman, and one that would take away your trans feelings and make you into a “regular boy,” which one would you take, and why?
Oh, wow. Hmm. Younger me would probably have opted for “make me normal”, since that was my most salient desire for a long time. But now, I think I value being me more than being acceptable. Especially now that I’ve been mostly accepted. As such, I think I lean more toward making my body fit my brain than the reverse.
If you were to wake up tomorrow with the body of your desired sex as if you had been born that way, how would you feel? In a month? Year? Decade?
Holy shit what’s everyone going to think!? Will my teachers, classmates, friends, or parents even recognise me? Are any of my IDs valid? What would I need to do to convince them I was the same person?
Well, whatever. I can worry about that when I get out of bed. In the meantime: I can sing! I love my voice and everything is perfect; even though the rest of everything is broken.
I think after the first month I’d have sorted out most of the problems, so strictly positive by then.
If you were to wake up tomorrow 3 years post-transition, any surgeries or changes you desire completed, hormones taken full hold, a full wardrobe, etc., how would you feel? Month? Year? Decade?
Same as above, I think?
Would you rather be a rich, successful, attractive person of your current sex, or an average person of your desired gender?
Average how? I really really don’t want to be average intelligence (especially not the global average). I’d rather lose my gender than My People. And how rich is rich? Or average? I’d love love love to be as rich as the average American. I’d have struck gold. If I have to be as wealthy as the average person from my own country, fuck no. I don’t even expect to be that poor if I stay. I’m rich where I’m from, but my Canadian friends are blown away by my poverty. I am not going deeper.
But if I get to be an average member of my in group, then yes. Definitely. No doubt.
If you were married with kids which sounds more appealing, being a husband or a wife? A mom or a dad? A gay man, a straight woman, a gay woman, a straight man?
Wife, mother, and gay woman; of course. I already intend to be all of those things.
Well, that one was easy. Moving on….
Which gender would you prefer to live as on an island by yourself? Alone with Family? Friends? Strangers?
Female, female, female, feeeemale. Next…
How would you feel if you saw a therapist and they told you that you were trans? How about if they said they could tell you really weren’t trans and should never transition?
To the first: No shit? To the second: I’d want to know what they meant by “trans”. I sure as hell experience dysphoria. I’d want to know on what basis they think transition would be bad for me. I’d want to get and third opinions.
(However, if even one therapist said that, my faker feels would be exacerbated for the rest of my life.)
If there was a test you could take that accurately guessed the taker’s gender, and you were to take it, which answer would you be hoping it gave you?
Female. Definitely. The alternative is dysphoria-inducing as all hell.
Am I the only one weirded out that people are actually answering this quiz?
I mean, when I read through it the first time and got to that last bit:
If there was a test you could take that accurately guessed the taker’s gender, and you were to take it, which answer would you be hoping it gave you?
I thought “Oh, I see. That’s this test. All of the other questions were red herrings intended to get you hoping one way or another: this is the only real question on the list.”
Am I in the minority on this interpretation, or are people just answering them anyway for the hell of it?
(I have been having trouble with reading subtext into things that the writers didn’t actually intend, so it is very possible that my interpretation is not what I was supposed to come away with.)
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#gender #reply via reblog #this is not actually the sort of thing I did #when I was performing the semi-mandatory gender screening that all Tumblrites are expected to undergo #I didn’t actually go in with the intention of doing a screening at all #I was reading about the effects of transitioning because Knowledge #and I noticed #’hey’ #’my visceral reactions are consistent with there being a part of me’ #’that’s convinced my body is the Objective Best Body’ #’and is confused and horrified by the idea of people altering their bodies to be less like mine’ #'(and nods along like ”well of *course*” when presented with the idea of people altering their bodies to be *more* like mine)’ #’I bet this probably qualifies for my semi-mandatory gender screening’ #’something to point to when someone asks if I’m’ #'(or rhetorically asks if people in general are)’ #’*really* cis or if I just haven’t thought about it enough’ #’well that’s one thing off the to-do list’ #(I suppose that test doesn’t rule out the existence of a purely social thing) #(but tbh I don’t think I’ve got any of that either) #tag rambles
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#reblog if #yeah it looks like the ‘reply via reblog’ tag will be getting more use now #The Great Tumblr Apocalypse
Some trans history for trans day of visibility! Here is a poem written in 1322 by a jewish trans woman! (source and alternate translation). In case you were in need of the knowledge that yes, trans people have been around for a long, long time. [this is an english translation from hebrew]
“What an awful fate for my mother that she bore a son. What a loss of all benefit! … Cursed be the one who announced to my father: “It’s a boy! …
Woe to him who has male sons. Upon them a heavy yoke has been placed, restrictions and constraints. Some in private, some in public, some to avoid the mere appearance of violation, and some entering the most secret of places.
Strong statutes and awesome commandments, six hundred and thirteen. Who is the man who can do all that is written, so that he might be spared?
… Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead—a fair woman. Today I would be wise and insightful. We would weave, my friends and I, and in the moonlight spin our yarn, and tell our stories to one another, from dusk till midnight. We’d tell of the events of our day, silly things, matters of no consequence. But also I would grow very wise from the spinning, and I would say, “Happy is she who knows how to work with combed flax and weave it into fine white linen.”
And at times, in the way of women, I would lie down on the kitchen floor, between the ovens, turn the coals, and taste the different dishes. On holidays I would put on my best jewelry. I would beat on the drum and my clapping hands would ring.
And when I was ready and the time was right, an excellent youth would be my fortune. He would love me, place me on a pedestal, dress me in jewels of gold, earrings, bracelets, necklaces. And on the appointed day, in the season of joy when brides are wed, for seven days would the boy increase my delight and gladness.
Were I hungry, he would feed me well-kneaded bread. Were I thirsty, he would quench me with light and dark wine. He would not chastise nor harshly treat me, and my [sexual] pleasure he would not diminish
Every Sabbath, and each new moon, his head he would rest upon my breast. The three husbandly duties he would fulfill, rations, raiment, and regular intimacy. And three wifely duties would I also fulfill, [watching for menstrual] blood, [Sabbath candle] lights, and bread…
Father in heaven, who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water, You changed the fire of Chaldees so it would not burn hot, You changed Dina in the womb of her mother to a girl, You changed the staff to a snake before a million eyes, You changed [Moses’] hand to [leprous] white and the sea to dry land. In the desert you turned rock to water, hard flint to a fountain.
Who would then turn me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this, being so graced by your goodness…
What shall I say? Why cry or be bitter? If my Father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity, then I do not wish to remove it. And the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. And since I have learned from the tradition that we bless both the good and the bitter, I will bless in a voice, hushed and weak, Blessed are you, O Lord, who has not made me a woman.
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#poetry #gender #oh thank *god* it’s *back* #I mentioned this poem to my mother a while back and she wanted a link #and I couldn’t find where I’d read it #(or anywhere else it could be read for that matter) #but now I finally have a link again #I will go email it to her
#Harry Potter #since the OP is called hogwartsninenine I’m guessing the quotes are from #Brooklyn Nine Nine #(I’ve seen this quote before but I didn’t keep track of where it was from) #(much like I sometimes have trouble telling the difference between Monty Python quotes and Saturday Night Live quotes) #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
The Purple-Red Scale measures attraction in two dimensions: who you’re attracted to and how you’re attracted to them. It is designed to replace the Kinsey Scale, created to simplify human sexuality while still allowing for complexity. Plus, I love the idea of going up to a hetero and telling them I’m a Level C5 Gay.
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this is the worst definition of hypersexuality I’ve ever seen oh my god how rude
this is also kind of a bad chart and seems convoluted in a way I can’t fully express
“the opposite sex” yikes
“bonds stronger than friendship” yikes
“sex is the be-all end-all purpose of any relationship” yiiiiiiiiikes
Brinens and Things 