This 30+ page e-zine is about being non-binary and the politics of passing, transitioning, and sex. The poems and essays within capture different stages of my transition, beginning with my coming out process in 2015 and then focusing on my first year of hormone therapy. Much of the content is raw, painful, and difficult to share. I open up about my struggles as a non-passing non-binary person with the medical system, dating, sex and desirability, taking hormones, transphobia, gatekeeping, gender expression, and more.
I have set the price of this e-zine at $5.00. If this is a barrier for you, please contact me to work something else out. Preference will be given to other trans folks and people looking to use it for educational purposes.
Disclaimer: I don’t feel like this all the time. There are multiple sides to every story, to every experience. There are lots of wonderful and exciting things about my transition. It has opened up new doors, allowed me to access a happiness and freedom I was unable to before. There are also many supportive and lovely people in my life.
But there is a less glamorous side as well. There is a difficult side, a challenging side, a painful side. There are shitty people, as well as the broader transphobic society that is slowly changing but still has a long way to go. Sometimes, it’s necessary to express this side of things. Having a creative outlet for darker feelings is important. So, if you don’t want to read something heavy right now, please feel free to skip this. Just respect my right to share it.
Also, YES, the whole concept of “passing” is problematic af. Doesn’t mean I don’t get caught up in and affected by it.
CW: transphobia (internal and external), mild self-loathing, general sads
When you don’t pass:
You feel like a failure,
A fuck-up who’s constantly “getting it wrong”.
When people misgender you,
Sometimes you think you deserve it.
Because you’re the only one who can see
Who you really are.
You’re accused of
“Not being real,” of
“Following a trend,” of
Being otherwise “illegitimate”.
You are dismissed,
You are waging a war against your body,
Constantly disappointed by the mirror,
By the reflection that feels like an insult—
The cruellest thing anyone could ever say.
You ask yourself, over and over,
What am I doing wrong?
What is wrong with me?
You ask yourself, again and again, When will it happen?
Will it ever happen?
And how much longer do I have to wait?
You look around you and see
Other people’s radical transformations.
You contrast & compare.
You come up short.
You feel fucking exhausted.
What is(n’t) happening?
Why isn’t this working?
You’re not taken seriously.
You’re not respected.
You’re left asking,
Who am I?
Who am I?
And why am I stuck here?
When you don’t pass
Every day takes a little more out of you,
While you work towards the day that you do.
But more importantly,
You work towards a world that doesn’t require you to.
I’m not looking for sympathy by sharing this, it’s just something I wanted to express. Thanks for reading.