#lets hope tumblr doesnt nuke my sideblog for this

[zagreusm]

El cuerpo trans es celestial, no creen?

translation of the title: "Trans bodies are celestial, don't you think?"

Hesitated a lot on posting this one as I felt somewhat scared. Even though I was personally asked to share a piece regarding my experience with being a trans man some weeks ago and I delivered it... I still hesitated on posting it publicly in fear of people questioning "how much of a man" I am because of my own feelings regarding how I identify as and how I present myself publicly.

But hey, I'm allowed to feel proud of my body and my identity and I deserve to feel good about myself

This one is a very personal piece for me, while I was doing it I felt everything from happiness that I was asked for my art, I felt proud of displaying my own body and portraying it as a sacred/celestial thing, as well as showing my relationship with gender and how I also feel guilty of not portraying masculinity more and not making people "less uncomfortable" around me by going on T and getting top/bottom surgery when I personally do not need them.

"It would be easy, tho... Maybe I just need to commit more into looking masculine and passing as a cis dude... Am I just faking it?" Those are some of the thoughts I usually have when telling someone my pronouns and why I want them to call me Zag. Thats why the pink rope holding me to the moon gets thiner. "It would be so easy to just let myself go"

If you're someone who knows me, you know how much I love moon imagery and how it has always been an important symbol for me... but its also a symbol of femenine energy, thats why it is holding me tight.

The obsidian mirror on top is a reference to the deity Tezcatlipoca, and how his obsidian mirror is often a symbolism for reflecting oneself, so its fair that it sits on top showing what I feel about myself and the fear/joy I have.

I dont doubt I feel so much better when people call me a he, I rejoice when my friends introduce me as "Zag" and call me a dude, I hate being called a woman and I hate so much being percieved as one... which is "ironic" as how much I love to wear makeup and look femenine. I'm just a femenine man.