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What earrings and clothes say about you.

Do you know which ear a guy who wears an earring wears it in says about his sexuality?

  • If he wears an earring in his left ear, then it means he has an earring in his left ear.
  • If he wears an earring in his right ear, then it means he has an earring in his right ear.

Likewise, do you know what the clothes a transgender / gender-fluid person with XX chromosomes wears says about their gender?

  • When they wear guy clothes then it means they are a transgender person wearing guy clothes. 
  • When they wear female clothes then it means they are a transgender person wearing female clothes (and not ‘a transvestite’ or ‘a freak pretending to be a woman’).

I hope this clears up any confusion.

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Posted by on April 21, 2015 in Opinion, Transgender

 

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Wistful envy

I walked down to the local shops today to buy lunch, since it was a nice day. It’s around 10 mins each way, which is just right especially in this weather!

Whilst there I saw a gorgeous girl-next-door type; brown hair up in a neat pony tail, subtle yet perfect makeup, slim yet curvy body, a really lovely dark fitted above knee dress with rose print, block heel shoes. She looked absolutely stunning, but in a very natural and unpretentious way.

The thing is, though, I didn’t feel any desire despite her being what, a few years ago, would have been just my type. Instead I felt what can only be described as “wistful envy”*

Kind of surprised me a little, and yet at the same time sort of didn’t too. It’s all a bit confusing really, but possibly an indication of how my sexuality and mind-state are changing.

(* – I initially wrote “wistful jealousy”, as you can see from the URL of this post. But then I realised after a little googling, and stumbling upon this blog post, that what I experienced was far more ‘envy’ than ‘jealousy’ so I amended it. Although perhaps there was a small element of jealousy.)

 
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Posted by on July 18, 2013 in Diary, Opinion

 

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Quite clear

Quite clearly...Had rather an odd experience today whilst I was out shopping.

I was taking a break from my shopping (with very sore feet) in Costa, having a cup of coffee, and to my left, perpendicular to me and with his back to me, was a guy in one of the armchairs with a wheelchair next to him. After a while, he made a move to go and pushed his chair back, back, back until I started to worry he’d push it into me. Then he got himself out of the armchair and into the wheelchair. After he was settled in the wheelchair he started to tug the armchair forward again and was struggling a little. Since the chair was right next to my elbow I helped him by pushing it and gave him a friendly smile.

He then started saying something to me. Initially I thought he was angry with me for helping him, so kind of ignored him. But he kept talking. I couldn’t really tell what he was saying as it was a little noisy and also he was quite speech impaired, so I just said “I was just trying to help”. So he wheeled over to me and I thought ‘uh oh, here we go’. But he explained he was just asking me my name. So I told him and he shook my hand, which was kind of nice.

However, he then proceeded to slowly and laboriously (he was *very* speech impaired) tell me that I “quite clearly used to be a man” (those were his exact words) but that he “liked me anyway” (well, gee thanks), and then started explaining something but by this time I was very uncomfortable and not really listening, but I’m pretty sure he was explaining why this meant he couldn’t date me or something. That was the general feeling I got anyway, but it was quite hard to follow him. I just politely said thank you. Thankfully he then said goodbye and left with his friend (or possibly carer).

I must confess I was under the (sadly misguided, it seems) illusion that I was a little more passable in public. ‘Quite clearly’ this appears not to be the case. *sighs*

It occurs to me, though, that if I had said to him that I liked him despite his disability, then that would have gone down extremely badly. Yet somehow he felt it was ok to say that he liked me despite my birth defect. Some might not agree that my gender identity being different from my birth gender is a birth defect, but I can’t see how else you could describe it.

I’m sure he meant no harm, and perhaps he felt he was paying me a compliment in some strange way, but it was a little depressing to have reality so unequivocally highlighted to me. Perhaps I was fooling myself that I look in any way passable.

 
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Posted by on June 29, 2013 in Diary, Out & About, Photos, Social, Transgender

 

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