#if every single one of your posts about trans love is accompanied by someone calling for our deaths

[infinitystation]

my entire twitter fyp is just *quote tweets bigot for internet points* it's gonna be A Fucking Month isnt it

[yuzhousky]

[YUZHOU] Trans a meaningful post from a Chinese cpf - @东皇南帝的正宫

Please take out with full credit!

"Everything about them.

At the age of sixteen, you left your hometown, traveled alone, and did a lot of jobs. At the age of sixteen, he created a band, worked as a guitarist, and wrote songs.

In 2013, you were twenty years old and started appearing on TV. He was 18 years old and was admitted to the university because he went to the North for the arts test.

The fate is wonderful. You two are all in Shanghai, but you got to know each other in Beijing. Or maybe you once went through a corner in Shanghai and passed by each other several times.

2015.11.6, when you two first saw the other. He finally saw the person he had seen in the photo. He said that he was very satisfied.

The opening filming press conference was also your birthday. He sang a birthday song to you and blew the candles with you.

On your birthday in 2016, you said, thank you my friends who had accompanied me on my birthday last year.

Your feelings were heating up quickly, you were cold then gentle to him, infinitely petting, and caring about him. He was enthusiastic, he was overbearing to you, 'arrogant and arrogant', and provocative.

You two treated each other in a special way. You didn't like to be close to others, but it was different for him. He had always seem careless, but always paid attention to your emotions.

Don't know since when, your feelings had changed. He was brave and calm, tempted you again and again, but you had scruple about the future, and couldn't admit your feelings. You wanted to keep the distance deliberately, but you couldn't control yourself from coming close to him.

"Silence, because I love you", you understood, and your expression was awkward...

 When you saw someone close to him, you finally realized that all that scruple was superfluous. You said you were more afraid of regretting true feelings.

Then you made up your mind, your love, and anyone can see your sweetness.

The first time filming Happy Camp, your eyes couldn't keep off him... you were afraid that he would fall... you followed him... you two waited for each other. Among all members of the team, you only paid attention to him and he always walked by your side.

You two also won the first prize in your life together, but you couldn't be next to him. However, all your actions were towards him, and his face was so sweet.

Unexpectedly, good times were so short...

In the wind and sand, you two were publicly separated. He said, "I love my love", you said "Your smile".

Perhaps this was also good, no longer anxiousness, you two can have private happiness.

Then he held a concert, announced that he was no longer single, did not mention your name, but the sentence was secretly about you. He shaked his head and smiled so brightly. (VID)

Once, you were recording a program, you seemed very worried, but when hearing his name, you smiled myteriously.

On his birthday, you shared a happy birthday song in the circle of friends, and you had found the version with a meow sound in the end.

On his lunar birthday, you wore a couple shirt in the off-season temperature. As he used to mention a movie in which the red and blue plaid shirts had a special meaning.

The letter you read to the fan, but the words were about him. You two met each other in the winter, warmed each other and were tolerant of each other. You said that "If you are the one who accompany me til the end, it doesn't matter if there are winds and rains along the way."

During your live broadcast, you whispered "Did not say goodbye to him", the assistant said "Xu Weizhou is finding you, he is hungry" you smiled then immediately changed the talking topic.

In 2017, you two gained more and less, concentrated on the future, and began learning to hide.

You said that you called your girlfriend baby, and 'she' liked to call you big brother.

 You wore graffiti shoes painted with Linkin Park's song lyrics. He has mentioned Linkin Park some times.

Your activities were at the same venue. When going past his booth, you turned around and looked at it.

When filming in Thailand, you collected a lot of stuffs about him every day, all kinds of photos, magazines, letters...

At his concert, the first time he sang If Hai Has Yin in the country, the background was the universe lights.

In 2018, the wind and the waves were also a year of big sugar.

The number of your fans reached 5.20 million on the same day.

Dior gave you the newest bee outfit. You let him wear it to Thailand before the official announcement.

On 4.28, you updated (Wechat) - "It's summer - Summer day" which was full of high energy and sweet love.

At his concert, 23 green lights, 25 yellow lights were equivalent to your age. He wore the outfit of the role you played, did OK confession gestures with roses, fish, and hands-holding in the background.

On the 999th day anniversary of your acquaintance, you shared 15 Weibo posts, indicated that the future had come.

He was hurt and his name was on hot search, you immediately rushed to see him.

During his birthday party, your Weibo was on and off all the time, seemed to be pretty eager. On the stage, he said "Thank you who are watching online."

Your birthday party, you wore a couple necklace with him, there were clips of yours, and cats.

You attended the award ceremony, when hearing his film winning, you happily applaused.

His songs are said to be written to fans every time, but you are all related, because you are the number one for him.

All your enthusiasm seems to have been given to him, he is always filled with the atmosphere of being pampered.

He is adored by you, he still does not know how to fold his trouser legs or tie the shoes laces. He still bangs his head, goes the wrong way, trips and falls.

You are still the same as the past, calm and restrained, free and easy. But it is different now, you are more low-key, more and more matured. He becomes dedicated, more and more adorable.

There is still no change, as long as his photos are on the phone case, it will attract your attention. His expression will be out of control whenever the old days were mentioned.

 You are used to being silent and don't want to be disturbed. He has always been calm and shows off his goodness towards you. Perhaps love is afraid of others knowing, and afraid that others do not know.

Your relationship has never been confirmed. For more than two years, you have never been on the same stage, never met, and there is only praise for interaction.

But you two have so many connections, hundreds of the same things, from clothes to daily Weibo.

Maybe in order to protect the other, you can only pretend that there is no contact. Even use rumours to protect each other's future.

You are more and more outstanding. As an actor, your movie has a super high box office. As a singer, he is recognized by the Communist Youth League. You two are the kings, and will definitely meet each other at the top.

You will eventually open up again, just like he has never been separated from you!"

(Everything mentioned in the post is facts and hints about YuZhou, not self-delulu ^^ And sorry for my poor translation cuz English and Chinese aren't my native languages)

[speakerforthebeans]

nightingale

i first see her visiting the trans patient at the cottage next door. smiled politely, as she looked over, smiled and said hello, and called out “nurse visiting!” through the cottage screen mesh. paused behind the wooden beam, i, fastened momentarily not by her simple grace, which flowed easily from her quick steps and crisp clinic shirt and black skinny denim, but by the expression of her face, eyes large bright and observant, mouth flitting into a smile at the corners so peculiarly like the morning light scintillating through shadows early bamboo leaves, smart red lipstick.

mother, who had been talking to cottage next door’s mother, welcomed her into their chat, and i stood behind pillar out of view, catching breath from running. her laugh, tinkling, even as the day’s nurse visitation schedule beckoned. “yes. because i am christian. yesterday we took time off to see the pope”. perceived immediately my mother’s and neighbor’s mother miss understanding, and clarified gently. “the pope from rome. italy. the pope had visited the king and only official guests, but we asked to see him and they said yes, and he was standing just away from me as both you and me”. the sun, i noticed at this time, had ascended dizzyingly into its hot morning peak, and, from behind the cottage beam, i disappeared into the coolness of our cottage to shower.

“my name is L-”, her words would rush, eagerly, like an early spring stream, as she introduced herself to me the next day, handing me the hospital dressing gown and final instructions. i could not pay attention to her instructions, caught instead by the way her eyes and mouth danced when she talked, and when she closed the curtain and returned, i presented myself wearing the gown backwards.

in the post op darkness, she would sometimes appear, her voice and touch shining brightly kind and warm. i remember, in moments of drifting in and out, googling in the darkness and arriving at “nightingale effect”, my mind deliberating, swimming to and away the ethical concerns of developing romance with caretakers. once, in deep water, i found that i could resist no longer and blurted, “you care so much for so many patients”, “are you”, adjusting tact rapidly and olive pressing concern into my voice, “and other nurses and staff here able to take care care of yourselves”?

that wonderful moment i gathered that she had first started teaching children english, had a sister who also taught living six hours away, and later, again in deep dark water, i would say, “i remember you had mentioned being a christian. do you find that being christian and your work to ever", rehearsed, my hands i brought together, balled and opposing, “be in conflict”? — as if a spiritual consideration for others, no matter how drugged and in pain i was, gurgled perpetually from my mind.

caught again, by her pause to consider, half moment thinking of what her answer would sound like to me, this particular class of patient, and rend true her words to her faith. “no, as long as you are”, sixteenth pause persuading and then in a burst believing what she said to be true, “happy!” her voice inflecting upwards as a morning skylark’s, brightly and with a definiteness, she touched my knee.  

once i left the hospital, she and nurse T- would visit.

my mother, impressed with her the first day they had met, would allude frequently to me how nice one day it would be to be together with someone anyone loving and caring, focused attention away from the four of us to her, plied baldly how old she was and if she was single. from lying down, i desperately quenched the anticipatory moment by directing a question to nurse T- about how old her children were.

another day, nurse T- visited first, and while she was talking to me, L- stepped in. i held T-’s eyes, raised my hand to acknowledge L-, and held T-’s gaze as if her brown eyes drones could illuminate searching spotlights into mine. my mother pressed treats into their hands as they left, and i felt a need to focus my attention away to practice nurse T-’s instruction. out of the corner of my eye, though, her long brown hair, unfastened and flowing that day, and sweet perfume.

sometimes drifting in and out of sleep, i replay different scenarios, and every time swimming secretly in dark water, think of the last day when medical ethical concerns apply directly between us, and i dramatically segue into a rehearsed stupid and cheesy farewell (tears streaming down my eyes). i nudge fight to tell myself how silly and wasteful all this. my present condition, emotional neediness, boredom. how i must sound to others in present life who Actually Do Things. how this has previously ended (twice — i am so sorry to these two people). menacing, my chauvinism.

a few years ago i had confided about these two previous relationships with a friend, and laughing, she told me that these were not romantic attractions, but the peculiar attraction upon finding one other unlike any others, and mingled confusion by my awareness of looking as a man. “you may have just found a sister – difficult, as it were, for anyone”, she sighed.

i mull over this explanation, and for moments rue how carelessly i had swum, how warmly i had tempered my affectation always towards her. noble, stupid thoughts. no, i would not pursue her. i reminded myself of the power imbalance, entitled arrogant american. i would must possess in myself a resoluteness! i would look away through the end! the tragedy of it all!

my mother returns home one early evening, and finds me puffy-eyed, the lights off, looking at the wall. there is a long skinny river descending and curving down my eye, running down my neck, and emptying into the sheets, and we agree that this is an unfortunate accompanying effect of the rash i have developed from the medical tape.

[phaylenfairchild]

Here’s A First: A Celebrity Has An Out And Proud Relationship With A Transwoman

The couple have shared their love story publicly, across social media and this marks the first time a celebrity has acknowledged their romance with a Transgender person.

If you’ve seen the award winning series “Schitt’s Creek” starring comedic legends Eugene Levy and Catherine O’Hara, then you know actress Emily Hampshire. Hampshire plays the role of Stevie on the Canadian sitcom which became a cross-over hit in the United States since the first season aired in 2015. Hampshire also pulled double duty on her acting tasks, taking up the role of Jennifer Goines in the Sy-Fy futuristic drama 12 Monkeys which has aired simultaneously to Schitt’s Creek.

Hampshire has been posting pictures to her social media with her new girlfriend- Teddy Geiger, a woman who is an accomplished figure in her own right having written hits for bands like One Direction and Shawn Mendes, announced her transition last October and withdrew from the prying of public eyes before re-emerging in May.

This isn’t the way it usually happens for Transwomen in relationships with celebrities. In fact, most celebrities, especially men, who engage in relationships with trans-identifying folks keep it very quiet, less for privacy reasons and more out of shame and embarrassment. Those who have been discovered to have had intimate relationships with trans people typically end up uniformly denying it or claiming they were tricked. Some even simply pretend it never happened despite evidence to the contrary.

The reality is, young trans people who are growing up as productive members of society have had it demonstrated over and over that they remain outside the boundaries of achieving personal happiness and fulfilling relationships due to their gender. They feel relegated to their potential being capped at someone else’s dirty secret or sexual experiment. The trans community doesn’t have many well known figures who portray the possibilities of finding love when compared to our cisgender counterparts.

We all appreciate the celebrity power-couples who are thriving and who, by their very existence, change the shape of what we understand and accept as a “Normal.” Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka are a gay couple we’ve watched fall in love, get married and have a beautiful family- just ten years ago, this was virtually unheard of. We also have Sarah Paulson and Holland Taylor or Ellen Degenerous and Portia Derossi; All strong, successful women who haven’t felt it necessary to hide their same-sex relationships in order to achieve great things in the entertainment industry. Just a few examples of many LGB figures that have chosen to live their lives unapologetically, thereby providing visibility and consequentially normalizing the diversity that is encompassed in the word “Love.”

Us trans folks haven’t had those examples to call on. Why is this important? Since the dawning of celebrity voyeurism, we’ve been delivered by means of red carpet flashbulbs the love stories of Liz and Dick, Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Bogart, Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers. Every young girl who swoons over Justin Bieber and his latest girlfriend and holds them on a pedestal with the hashtag #Relationshipgoals acknowledges that relationships are a part of our development. A natural evolution. A pursuit we, as social beings, all share to some degree. The gossip rags love to talk about which A-Lister Jennifer Lawrence or Taylor swift is dating today, emphasizing that these women have permission and acceptance in greater society as they actively integrate with the males of our species.

Everyone wants a love story; An epic fairytale. Cis privilege is having that demonstrated every single day, in their favorite songs, television shows, gossip magazines, social media, movies and books. Thankfully, Cis-Love has been broadened to include and celebrate gay and lesbian couples…

… Trans love? Not so much. We’re still the fodder for tabloid media sensationalism and dehumanizing jokes. We’re still fighting be acknowledged as normal, bathroom using human beings against a tide of conservatives who instead create the narrative that we’re a threat. We, as transgender people, are doing our best to thrive while under psychological, emotional and even physical assault every single day. It’s possible that cis people who might otherwise consider us as potential romantic partners, discard us due to the baggage they believe accompanies us. Maybe they think our gender equates the sum of our parts and determining factor of every choice we make. Shows like Transparent did us no favors, posturing an older transwoman as a catalyst of damage for her entire family and ultimately becoming sexually confused. That’s a huge weight to bear the weight of, if it actually represented the transgender experience, but it’s inaccurate. Sexuality and gender are like your fingers and toes. They each have a vital purpose, but that purpose is wholly independent and unrelated to the other. Neither has influence on what the other does.

Perhaps they believe that, by the matter of mere association, they’ll have to suddenly become an advocate, an activist or community spokesperson. Possibly they’re concerned that a relationship with a trans person will usurp every noteworthy achievement ever made, substituted instead by salacious news headlines and invasive lines of questioning focusing solely on that… and that inevitably may become the sum of their own parts.

Maybe they’re afraid that public perception will be forever altered, or they’ll be the punchline to a barrage of jokes. Could it be that they, too, have seen others in situations where they must defend, justify or deny their relationships with trans folks instead of just being happy.

Because that’s what we need to see.

Couples. Happy.

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Not cis people lying about having been in relationships with us, or suddenly ignoring the fact we ever existed to preserve their professional status. A relationship with a trans person, whether it be with an NBA sports star or a Olympic gold medalist or a Comedy legend, has been only portrayed to the public as humiliating and shame-worthy.

Up until now, in the realm of public consciousness, that’s how we’ve been portrayed. That’s how our identities have been controlled and how we’ve been framed in the context of intimacy.

This is why- whether Emily Hampshire and Teddy Geiger realize it or not- their visibility is so momentous and vital to pursuing a cultural shift. They don’t sensationalize their romance. They don’t punctuate their presence with politicized missives or leverage their coupling as a social justice statement. They just are as they are. Like every other couple in love, there is no great statement to be made.

That, by itself, makes the greatest statement of all.

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