queerspoons: (Q Neon)
It's kind of interesting. At first I was a little intimidated by people who said, "If you're trans, you've known it all your life." Which isn't exactly true. I didn't have a box for what I was or wasn't. I mean, I got called "tomboy" a lot because I wasn't girly, but it's not like I thought I was a boy either.

And then I read this, from genderspectrum.org about children who claim to have no gender - or, in my current terminology, who are third gender. They fall outside the gender spectrum - and I just... laughed. A lot.

Children who see themselves as “neither” will often speak of how regardless of whether they’re with a group of boys or girls, they feel like they don’t fit. This is not necessarily a sad feeling. They just see the kids around them and know that they are not “that.” Kids in this category often appear androgynous, and will frequently answer the question “are you a boy or a girl” by saying their name (“I’m Devon”) or by identifying themselves as animals. When asked to draw self portraits, they will portray themselves as rainbows, or unicorns, or another symbol of their choosing.


I don't know that I ever appeared androgynous, but I do know my mother says I used to cry when she would put me in a dress. But what I laughed about most was that they - we - portray ourselves as a non-human, non-immediately-gendered symbol. Because I drew horses. I never drew people. I still draw horses. Horses are such an expression of me. I have one tattooed on my back. Until I was about ten years old, I would insist I was a horse and even behave as one, answering everything in whinnies or neighs or whickers. I remember someone asking me "Why don't you act like a little girl?" and me answering, "Because I'm not one!"

So I guess I have always known. I just didn't know I knew.

Rawr?

Aug. 25th, 2010 10:21 pm
queerspoons: (Q Writing)
So yesterday started a new semester at school. (Yeah, we started on a Tuesday.) All of my professors this year are new to me, so I've taken the opportunity to start socially transitioning to using my name in public.

On the one hand, it's really freeing. Having people call me Jules is getting more and more natural. I'm not jumping anymore in surprise when it happens.

On the other hand, it's really stressful. Thankfully, my bipolar is at a steady place right now where I'm not feeling too freaked out one way or the other, so I have enough spoons for this right now. But I still have this internal fear that someone is going to narrow their eyes at me and say, "The hell? Your name doesn't even sound like Jules." But almost everyone has a nickname they go by. Their middle name, or something that their friends call them, or whatever, so it's not like I stand out when I say, "I go by Jules."

Soon, soon. I swear. I will get it changed legally. Maybe for my Christmas present to myself. The thing is that I want a lawyer to help me file the paperwork, because South Carolina has such a strict time limit on when you have to have everything filed with, like, everyone in the whole wide world ever. And I don't want to go through all that only to not get one piece of paperwork filed and nullify the whole thing...

...but I don't want to deal with explaining things to a lawyer. I suppose I don't have to tell them anything aside from "I like this name, I think it fits me, I'm changing it for personal reasons and not to escape a debt or legal obligations."

But at least I'm using my name now.

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