L30
Marquise de What 🇨🇦Have a #WonderSunday just #beeing yourself. (music by harpist Diana Rowan)
Lex Vorona 🌈Time to talk about gym. First, there are no all-gender change rooms. Second, the body-police pressure is on all the time. It is hostile even to cis who happen to have a regular body to the point that now there are "female only" gyms in existence. Which leaves me with other kinds of gyms...
I alternate between wearing what I like - small shorts, awesome bright a-bit-lewd t-shirt, not caring how many stares my chest area attracts; and suddenly taken back to long gray pants, baggy plain t-shirt, hating myself for not standing for my body.
There was only one time in my life when I was going to gym regularly. That was when my company moved to a new building with a gym and other floors were empty. There was nobody in the gym most of the time. I went there every day, I loved it and I wanted to do it more. But it changed when the other floors became occupied. And I stopped.
This made me realize it is the people that make me hate exercising.
I do not have a solution to this, just sharing my experience.
#beeingenby #beeing-enby
I alternate between wearing what I like - small shorts, awesome bright a-bit-lewd t-shirt, not caring how many stares my chest area attracts; and suddenly taken back to long gray pants, baggy plain t-shirt, hating myself for not standing for my body.
There was only one time in my life when I was going to gym regularly. That was when my company moved to a new building with a gym and other floors were empty. There was nobody in the gym most of the time. I went there every day, I loved it and I wanted to do it more. But it changed when the other floors became occupied. And I stopped.
This made me realize it is the people that make me hate exercising.
I do not have a solution to this, just sharing my experience.
#beeingenby #beeing-enby
I love our shared wardrobe. And not that we just keep our clothes together, we actually share our clothes between me my wife.
A dress just arrived yesterday - I thought it would be perfect for me. It is styled as a business (male) shirt at the top and is knee-long and free-flowing at the bottom. A perfect blend! But it did not work. Was not a problem, my wife likes it and we can keep it. While I shop for one with some slightly wider shoulders...
#beeingenby #beeing-enby
A dress just arrived yesterday - I thought it would be perfect for me. It is styled as a business (male) shirt at the top and is knee-long and free-flowing at the bottom. A perfect blend! But it did not work. Was not a problem, my wife likes it and we can keep it. While I shop for one with some slightly wider shoulders...
#beeingenby #beeing-enby
And of course I screwed it up being new here :)
Will be using #beeingenby instead of #beeing-enby going forward.
Will be using #beeingenby instead of #beeing-enby going forward.
> "How old are you? This can't be true, you look so young! Why do you look so young?"
Binary people perceive me as a male. But I do not fit an image of a 37 old male - slim, full long curly hair, my clothing style... They get disoriented and ask me to explain it to them. "Why are you the way you are?"
They think it makes a good small talk. A waiter at a restaurant after checking my ID for my light beer order inquires me "Why don't you look 37?" And somehow "I am not what you assumed me to be, that's why" is not such a good small talk material.
This constant inquire from random people for me to explain myself, my very existence and solve their problem of me not fitting into their world view is familiar to many people. But in my (AMAB enby) case it is not hostile. It is harder for me to dismiss when people are trying to appear friendly and say something nice to me, and yet they are saying a bit that hurts me deep inside.
It happens everywhere. A massage therapist recently: "you have very tense muscles for such a young person. <checking my medical file> Oh, I see you are 37, this may be ok then". And I expected medical personnel to know their patients...
Complimenting me for my "young" appearance is not flattering chitchat. It is a constant reminder that I do not fit in the world around me. And that I can not just simply be me all the time.
#beeing-enby
Binary people perceive me as a male. But I do not fit an image of a 37 old male - slim, full long curly hair, my clothing style... They get disoriented and ask me to explain it to them. "Why are you the way you are?"
They think it makes a good small talk. A waiter at a restaurant after checking my ID for my light beer order inquires me "Why don't you look 37?" And somehow "I am not what you assumed me to be, that's why" is not such a good small talk material.
This constant inquire from random people for me to explain myself, my very existence and solve their problem of me not fitting into their world view is familiar to many people. But in my (AMAB enby) case it is not hostile. It is harder for me to dismiss when people are trying to appear friendly and say something nice to me, and yet they are saying a bit that hurts me deep inside.
It happens everywhere. A massage therapist recently: "you have very tense muscles for such a young person. <checking my medical file> Oh, I see you are 37, this may be ok then". And I expected medical personnel to know their patients...
Complimenting me for my "young" appearance is not flattering chitchat. It is a constant reminder that I do not fit in the world around me. And that I can not just simply be me all the time.
#beeing-enby
Thought I'd post a couple of things about being an AMAB enby. I think I had it way easier than most other #diversity folks - being able to pass by as a male in this world is a huge advantage. And yet there are daily struggles.
#beeing-enby
#beeing-enby