#sorry i have recently come into my status as trans gay uncle
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privatejoker · 1 year ago
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dear androgynous or gender non conforming trans people and actually everyone and also you specifically,
in good faith
if anyone is treating your presentation or desired presentation like it's a personal attack against them they are not to be listened to. if anyone is trying to coerce you into being someone who makes more sense to them they are not to be listened to.
for example (one from experience) the trans men who make fun of you for wanting to be androgynous or feminine, who are telling you that you will regret going on hrt or pursuing other forms of transition, who are telling you that by doing any of those things you will then find yourself ugly and that your wants for yourself are unreasonable and so you should never try are only projecting their own misery onto you, their own precarious sense of masculinity and belief in the validity in their personal gender.
the wonderful thing about being trans is that we find ourselves working within a framework that highlights mutability and choice, that not only accepts but welcomes change, that lets you actively create yourself as feels fulfilling and right to you. this goes for literally anyone ever. everyone has the capacity to live this way. some people will pretend otherwise but they are wrong. trans people prove this by just existing. everyone should have the right to choice and should have access to safety and support along with it.
we are all engendered by our choices. you have options. you can mix and match and wait and see how it feels, how others see you, balance what feels safe with what feels right, consider how different places and different people might affect that balance. you don't have to pass if it just feels conciliatory, like it is a hoop you have to jump through, a means of proving yourself before you can present how you want. i mean it. and i am not saying this out of naivety. it may be safer to pass or be stealth or closeted, and you are entitled to your sense of safety. trust your sense of risk assessment. you know best.
you can be "inconsistent" (or perhaps exploratory, fluid) in your presentation or sense of self, you can go on HRT and stop and this can be a step forward in your transition, not an end or a regression. you can simply change your mind. no explanation needed. you are entitled to your own understanding of yourself. you can stop doing anything that feels wrong or uncomfortable. you do not have to follow a script. you do not have to live with restriction.
let me stress this in particular because it seems to be contentious: if hair is an important aspect of your presentation there is no shame in trying to preserve it. you do not have to resign yourself, weather changes that cause you intense distress because it would be very macho of you to do so, or because you feel unable to reach an ideal in the first place. the ideals are not easily attainable on purpose, they are frequently fraught, often they are simply lies. insecurities can be profitable for certain others. there will be people in your life who love you wholly and unconditionally. yes, you, right now. even if it's never happened before for you.
try finasteride or topical minoxidil if you want to (though minoxidil is toxic to cats!) in any case there are wigs. there is hairline surgery. there are scarves. you can be bald, have a receding hairline, thin hair and be beautiful and worthy of love. you! right now! i really mean it. get a tattoo on your scalp of something that you think is beautiful. notably you may regrow some hair with transition or if you stop testosterone.
you can always try anything even if it doesn't work out in the end. there is always the chance that it might. you can mourn any and every loss. anyone who would belittle you by making your grief seem trivial or wrong is Not To Be Listened To.
you do not have to identify as or be trans to do any of this.
you never know but you can always try.
you never have to externalize, justify, explain your internal self to deserve being respected, accepted and loved.
ok bye
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xavierscos · 7 years ago
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<b> :: Identification :: </b>
<i>Current Name:</i> Foxface
<i>Past Names:</i>
Fox, Foxkit, Foxpaw
<i> Nickname(s): </i> Frogface
<i> Gender:</i> Trans Tom
<i>Age:</i> 20 moons (As of 9/30/17)
<i>Sexuality:</i> Gay
<i>Current Affiliation:</i> FloodedClan
<i>Position:</i> Warrior
<i>Education History:
○ – Past Mentor:</i> Morninglotus
<i>       ○ - Current Apprentice: </i> N/A
<i>       ○ - Past Apprentices:</i> N/A
<b> :: Aspects :: </b>
<i>Brief Description:</i> Dark ginger ticked tabby tom with crooked teeth; pretty face and stunning golden yellow eyes.  
<i>Body Build:</i> Average height with a bit of chub; soft, messy fur; stocky tail.
<i>Strength:</i> 5/10
<i>Endurance:</i> 5/10
<i>Agility:</i> 3/10
<i>Defense:</i> 5/10
<i>Intelligence:</i> 5/10
<i>Accuracy:</i> 2/10
<i>Medicine knowledge:</i> 0/10  
<i>Scent:</i> Moss and mud
<i>Voice Headcanon:</i>
:bulletblack: Amanda Palmer (Pre-T; this verse)
:bulletblack: Max from <i>Sam and Max Hit The Road</I> (Post-T)
<b> :: Personality:: </b>
Bitter, reclusive, and snappy, Foxface is a bit of a hard tomcat to get along with. He’s long since lost that competitive cockiness he was infamous for when he was younger, and through his age and grief, has turned into a very confused, struggling tom. He often wonders about the idea of wandering off or joining another Clan, but his family keeps him rooted to FloodedClan. However, just because he struggled with loyalty to his Clan doesn’t mean he doesn’t value loyalty at all; he values loyalty to his friends and family above all, willing to put anything aside to see them happy (even if he does it begrudgingly). He can be quite the loving, affectionate tom once you break through his isolated exterior, and if you were a friend of his before his disappearance, he’ll be more than happy to reconnect with you.
<i>Fears </i>
Water, drowning, storms
<i>Trivia</i>
:bulletred: only known to close friends, :bulletpink: Admin facts!
:bulletred: Has a crippling fear of water (to cross the territory he rides on the back of the other warriors or wads through shallow water. anything that passes his midleg however will freak him tf out). It’s gotten better now but water still makes him super uncomfortable
:bulletpink: okay he was based off of something henna said
:bulletblack: He has anxiety attacks when he hears thunder/sees lightning
<b> :: History :: </b>
Fox was born in an unhappy union between Lady, a blackmailing former kittypet, and Chubtail, a scrawny, anxious caretaker from FloodedClan. Chubtail had initially left the Clan after Lady became pregnant with their first kit, Plum, but shortly after, Lady became violent and calculating, manipulating and threatening Chubtail into staying with her; afterwards, Fox was born, and Plum was old enough to give Chubtail enough time to escape back to her own Clan. After Lady passed away, Plum took care of Fox, and the young kitten looked up to his brother with all the awe in the world – “I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Plum! A brave, honor-bubble tom!” (Don’t blame him – he couldn’t pronounce honorable). And Plum doted on Fox just as much, travelling with him over vast territories.
When Fox was about five moons old, he and Plum heard rumors of three colonies of cats, settled down in the water-like areas, so Plum took Fox with him to go and investigate, hoping to find a new home for them. Unfortunately, a storm was raging when they got to FloodedClan territory; the lake had flooded, waters were swirling, and Plum dropped Fox off on the highest ground he could find. After spotting a group of cats making their way in the horizon to a safe spot, Plum ordered Fox to stay on the mound of earth and plunged into the water, trying to make his way to the group; he stood no chance against the stormy water. Fox had to watch on in horror as the only family he had ever known disappeared beneath the surface of the swirling water.
The next morning, Fox was plucked up and taken back to FloodedClan, where a sweet caretaker he had never seen before took him in, raising him and another tortoiseshell kitten – Spiderkit. The caretaker introduced themself as Chubtail.
Eventually, Foxkit grew to Foxpaw, and he had formed a happy little family on his own; he saw Chubtail as the mother he never had, Spiderpaw as the brother he lost, Slugkit as a sister he could boss around, and even bossy Lichenfoot. They were his family – and that little family branched out to other Clans too, starting with Kestrelpaw in RushingClan and Beetlepaw in MarshClan. Everything was going fine – until the war struck, and Foxpaw had to come to terms with two realizations: Chubtail was actually his blood-related parent, and Plum had not only survived his drowning endeavor, but survived and went straight to MarshClan. With no memory of who Foxpaw was.
Shortly after receiving his warrior cat name, Foxface was off, grieving and hurt, angered, frustrated – all the synonyms you can think of. He took off with the rest of his FloodedClan family, only to come back moons later, on the wish of Slugpaw. While the group had been travelling, Spiderstorm left to settle into a comfortable kittypet life, and Slugpaw and Foxface’s relationship began to strain; the young molly began to regret leaving FloodedClan, and, after a few heated arguments, convinced Foxface to turn around and head back. Now, the group is back in FloodedClan – Slugpaw received her warrior name as Slugnose, Foxface returned to his previous position warrior, and Chubtail retired to the elders den. Slugnose and Foxface, unfortunately, have yet to rebuild their family relationship, and Foxface has grown reclusive and avoided most of his Clanmates since arriving home.
<i>Close Family</i>
<i>Mothers:</i> Chubtail, Lady
<i>Siblings:</i> Plum (older brother, unknown)
<i>Uncles/Aunts:</i>  N/A
<i>Cousins and Other kin:</i> N/A
<i>Children:</i> N/A
<b> :: Sexuality & Relationships :: </b>
<i>Romantic Orientation:</i> Gay
<i>Status:</i> Single(?)
<i>Current Attractions:</i>
Beetlecone
<i>Shippings:</i>
BeetleFox
EbonyFox
KestrelFox
<b> ::Relationships:: </b>
:bulletgreen: Friend
:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend
:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletorange: Family (blood relative)
:bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice
:bulletyellow: Respect
:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires
:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model
:bulletpink: Attraction
:bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware)
:bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware)
:bulletred: Loves (familial)
:bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic)
:bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically)
:heart: Mate
:bulletblue: Pities
:bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets
:bulletpurple: Is intimidated by
:bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears
:bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance
:bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates
:bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead
((Not including Spider/Slug/Chub))
((most of these are the old relationships from before the hiatus and I didn’t really change them because nothing happened. Everything from before the Hiatus will be in a strike out. Recent will be not strike-out))
<b>Plum</b> | QueenVivi | :bulletred: | :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: | :bulletorange: | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | “<strike> Plum is sooo awesome! He’s super sweet and supportive and he always protected me against scary things! He’s absolutely great! The best brother! Well, I mean, he <i>was</i>. </strike>”
“You know… I don’t know what to think of you anymore.”
 <b>Morninglotus | FloodedClan | miimsey | :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: | :bulletyellow: | :bulletgreen: |</b> “<strike>My mentor! They’re pretty cool, honestly. I like ‘em a lot ‘n’ I’m glad to have them as my mentor!</strike>”
“Haven’t seen you around. I don’t know where you went off to.”
<b>Piperpaw | FloodedClan | fluffy-dapple-kitteh: | :bulletblack: | :bulletblue: :bulletblue: |</b> “<strike>I SAID I was sorry! I didn’t <i>mean</i> to make her cry! I feel super bad about it uugughghghh!!!</strike>”
<b>Rabbitpaw | FloodedClan | candykitty456 | :bulletgreen: |</b> “<strike> She’s one cool cat! I hope we get to goof around some more. </strike>”
<b>Fuzzypaw | FloodedClan | QueenVivi | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: |</b> “<strike> Fuzzypaw’s AMAZING! Even if she’s a total birdbrain, she’s still surprisingly fun to be around! I’d do anything to defend this girl. Of course, I’ll always be the cooler one in the friendship, ey, Fuzzbutt? </strike>”
<b>Kestrelcloud | RushingClan | :devturkfish: | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | :bulletyellow: |</b> “<strike> I can’t BELIEVE he was made a warrior before me! What the heckie! What the absolute heck! Ugh, whatever, besides that… I mean…he’s kinda cool. And, maybe I do kinda look forward to hanging out with him more, y’know. Even if he’s a loser! </strike>”
“I should see him again. I missed him so, <i>so</I> much. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I just go say hey? I hope he’s doing alright…I wish I hadn’t left without a goodbye.”
<b>Ebonypaw | RushingClan | QueenVivi | :bulletblack: | :bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: (to fight) | :bulletyellow: |</b> “<strike> What a JACKASS! He had the audacity to fight me when <i>he</i> was on FloodedClan territory? I have the right mind to kick her butt! In fact, next time, Ebonypaw, you better watch out, ‘cause I’m not gonna lose again! Just watch me! </strike> ”
<b>Beetlecone | :devyellowsoui: | MarshClan | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: |</b> “<strike> I guess we hit it off pretty well, mud-fight aside. But, honestly, if he calls me ‘Frogface’ one more time, I’m gonna learn to harness the power of all of StarClan and FLOOD HIM WITH MUD I SWEAR! I’M GONNA! </strike> ”
“I – oh geez. Shit. I’m so sorry I left things like this with him. I’ve missed him too much – I need to see him again. I just feel – I don’t know? Scared? He’s probably moved on, anyways.”
<b> :: Roleplay :: </b>
Availability OPEN
• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp
• {:bulletred:} Comment Rp
• {:bulletred:} Note Rp
• {:bulletgreen:} Other Sites: Skype, Kik, Discord (only on weekends). PLEASE. This is my only way I can actually do this aha.
Ratings
:bulletgreen: G
:bulletgreen: PG/PG-13
:bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )
Example
(Literary Example taken from a fic! Sikey belongs to me, Isabella to Henna, Baxter+Grey to Moe)
Sikey’s eyes snapped up to glare wide-eyed at Baxter, as if shocked by the verbal audacity he had to even utter such a sentence; her round, dark cheeks grew darker as an angry flush spread across them. She opened her mouth, as if to shout back at Baxter, before clamping it shut; she whipped around and stormed away, feet stamping loudly across the tiled floor as she stomped her way towards the table. Baxter watched as Sikey practically flung herself in the open area of the bench that was designated as her seat; she shoved her tray towards the center of the table, arms folding where it once was and her head dropping to hide her face under. The table’s mood shifted, faces growing concerned as they tried to reach out to Sikey – Baxter couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see their mouths moving. Isabella extended her arm across the table, one hand resting in Sikey’s black hair, while Grey scrambled around the table and settled in a seat next to Sikey, leaning her shoulder against the hunched girl’s shoulder.
           Baxter felt a twist in his stomach – guilt? Why would he feel guilty? – but he didn’t harp on it, or he didn’t have the time to, at least. One kid behind him shoved him, right between his shoulder blades, and huffed, “Move forward! You’re holding up the line!”
 <b> :: Identification :: </b>
<i>Current Name:</i> Slugnose
<i>Past Names:</i>
Slugkit, Slugpaw
<i> Nickname(s): </i> N/A
<i> Gender:</i> CIS Girl
<i>Age:</i> 15 moons (As of 9/30/17)
<i>Sexuality:</i> Bi
<i>Current Affiliation:</i> FloodedClan
<i>Position:</i> Warrior
<i>Education History:
○ – Past Mentor:</i> Lichenfoot
<i>       ○ - Current Apprentice: </i> N/A
<i>       ○ - Past Apprentices:</i> N/A
<b> :: Aspects :: </b>
<i>Brief Description:</i> Thick furred gray classic tabby molly with blind green eyes and a torn ear.  
<i>Body Build:</i> Kinda tall; messy, unkempt fur; cuddly body.
<i>Strength:</i> 7/10
<i>Endurance:</i> 6/10
<i>Agility:</i> 2/10
<i>Defense:</i> 3/10
<i>Intelligence:</i> 7/10
<i>Accuracy:</i> 2/10
<i>Medicine knowledge:</i> 0/10  
<i>Scent:</i> Smoke
<i>Voice Headcanon:</i>
:bulletblack: K.Flay – Blood in the Cut
<b> :: Personality:: </b>
Bossy and loud, Slugnose may lack eyesight, but she doesn’t let that bother her! She knows how to take charge of any situation, and unfortunately, she can be quite hot headed – it’s either her way or the high way. She can be selfish, easily annoyed, and – as stated before - <i>bossy</i>, and she’s not one to let people slide on their mistakes; she’s undyingly loyal, however, and since she’s returned to FloodedClan, she’s devoted to working her tail off for this Clan. She’s diligent and hardworking, and rather clever. Slugnose is well aware that she can’t complete certain tasks the same way others can – her aim will always be a little bit off, no matter how hard she’s tried, but she’s learned how to work together. With her excellent tracking skills (she prides herself on her intense sniffer), Slugnose can track down anything – cat or pray – so she tends to take someone with her, lead them to the source, and work with them to complete the task.
<i>Fears </i>
Failure; isolation; what others think of her
<i>Trivia</i>
:bulletred: only known to close friends, :bulletpink: Admin facts!
:bulletblack: she’s blind
<b> :: History :: </b>
Long before Slugnose was born, a molly named Thistlecloud was constantly urged by her parents to settle down and bring kits into FloodedClan – not because they wanted to see her start a family, but because they wanted to ensure that their bloodline carried on and that FloodedClan still had another generation of future warriors or caretakers to defend their Clan. Thistlecloud didn’t exactly want kits – she wasn’t a mother, nor did she ever see herself as being a mother; one day, she met up with her MarshClan friend – Quailfoot – and caved, explaining everything that had been happening. The two came to a mutual agreement and spent the night together intimately, but not without regret. After Thistlecloud had become pregnant, as expected, the friendship between the two grew rocky, and eventually the young molly cut ties with her old friend due to the discomfort and awkwardness in the friendship. When she had Slugkit, she went straight back to her warrior duties – leaving the kitten for the caretakers; Chubtail took Slugkit in, nurturing her as if she were their own.
And Slugkit grew to be Slugpaw with their own family – Chubtail, Foxface, Spiderstorm, and Lichenfoot, her mentor, whom she viewed as a sister figure. But family sticks together, so when Foxface wanted to leave, Slugpaw sucked up her feelings and went with her older brother figure, staying with her family as they left; after Spiderstorm left the group, settling down in a kittypet life with a pretty feline they had met, Slugpaw began to grow restless and, more importantly, <i>resentful</i>. Arguments and fights began to break out between Foxface and Slugpaw about when they would be going home, and after one particularly bad fight, Slugpaw convinced Foxface to head back. So the group did.
She returned to FloodedClan – earned her warrior cat name shortly after, and now continues to work for the Clan as she did before.
<i>Close Family</i>
<i>Mother:</i> Thistlecloud
<i>Father:</i> Quailfoot
<i>Siblings:</i> N/A
<i>Uncles/Aunts:</i>  N/A
<i>Cousins and Other kin:</i> N/A
<i>Children:</i> N/A
<b> :: Sexuality & Relationships :: </b>
<i>Romantic Orientation:</i> Bi (Heavy preference towards girls)
<i>Status:</i> Single
<i>Current Attractions:</i>
N/A
<i>Shippings:</i>
N/A
<b> ::Relationships:: </b>
:bulletgreen: Friend
:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend
:bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletorange: Family (blood relative)
:bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice
:bulletyellow: Respect
:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires
:bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model
:bulletpink: Attraction
:bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware)
:bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware)
:bulletred: Loves (familial)
:bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic)
:bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically)
:heart: Mate
:bulletblue: Pities
:bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets
:bulletpurple: Is intimidated by
:bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears
:bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance
:bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates
:bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead
((Not including Spider/Fox/Chub))
((most of these are the old relationships from before the hiatus and I didn’t really change them because nothing happened. Everything from before the Hiatus will be in a strike out. Recent will be not strike-out))
<b>Lichenfoot | FloodedClan | :devaelou: | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: | :bulletorange: :bulletorange: |</b> “<strike> She’s like an older, super cool sister! I really like her!! <strike> ”
“I’m SO GLAD TO BE BACK AND HEAR YOU AGAIN, I’m – Okay, don’t – I’m <i>not</i> crying but !!! I’m just…So happy to be around you again, man. You’re my big sister – I missed you.”
  <b> :: Roleplay :: </b>
Availability OPEN
• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp
• {:bulletred:} Comment Rp
• {:bulletred:} Note Rp
• {:bulletgreen:} Other Sites: Skype, Kik, Discord (only on weekends). PLEASE. This is my only way I can actually do this aha.
Ratings
:bulletgreen: G
:bulletgreen: PG/PG-13
:bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )
Example
(Literary Example taken from a fic! Sikey belongs to me, Isabella to Henna, Baxter+Grey to Moe)
Sikey’s eyes snapped up to glare wide-eyed at Baxter, as if shocked by the verbal audacity he had to even utter such a sentence; her round, dark cheeks grew darker as an angry flush spread across them. She opened her mouth, as if to shout back at Baxter, before clamping it shut; she whipped around and stormed away, feet stamping loudly across the tiled floor as she stomped her way towards the table. Baxter watched as Sikey practically flung herself in the open area of the bench that was designated as her seat; she shoved her tray towards the center of the table, arms folding where it once was and her head dropping to hide her face under. The table’s mood shifted, faces growing concerned as they tried to reach out to Sikey – Baxter couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see their mouths moving. Isabella extended her arm across the table, one hand resting in Sikey’s black hair, while Grey scrambled around the table and settled in a seat next to Sikey, leaning her shoulder against the hunched girl’s shoulder.
           Baxter felt a twist in his stomach – guilt? Why would he feel guilty? – but he didn’t harp on it, or he didn’t have the time to, at least. One kid behind him shoved him, right between his shoulder blades, and huffed, “Move forward! You’re holding up the line!”
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