Heyo Heyo I'm Alren, Awl/Ren also both work, Ey/Its, 18+ (I don't get more specific then that), Writer, Artist, Bastard Extraordinaire. remember to be nice to yourself. COM OPEN, SEE PINNED
now more than ever it's blatantly obvious that people go out of their way to erase trans men from communities and queer history. it's always been happening, but it's way easier to watch it in real time now thanks to the internet and social media. we are watching people basically gloating that they misgender trans men and don't see them as men. we are now watching people kick trans men out of queer spaces because they are often "femme and them" or "nonbinary and woman" support groups, conflating nonbinary identities with womanhood, and denying trans men or transmasc nonbinary people places to go. many of them get told that their presence would "scare" the lesbians, women and enbies because they have trauma.
where do the trans men with trauma go, though? we can't go anywhere. when i was struggling with domestic violence that ended up destroying my right leg, i was denied shelter in queer spaces and even women's spaces even though i have F on license. domestic violence shelters especially will turn trans men away if we pass. even if we partially identify as women, we can't go in because 'our voices are deep and scary and we're loud and aggressive and threatening and might prey on the defenseless scared women'
finding transmasc support groups is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. i've seen numerous organizations across the US have transfemme support groups, nonbinary/genderqueer support groups, and then nothing for transmascs. where the hell do we go when they won't let us go anywhere?
we try to exist online and they try to erase us from here, too. bickering and arguing about how we're not real men, sending trans men death and sexual assault threats, acting like they're saviors for kicking out the "dangerous ugly men" from the queer community, as if we don't belong to it at all.
i refuse to be erased. i refuse to sit in silence while people tell me my problems don't matter because now i "have male privilege". I don't. once people find out what my legal name is they view me as a woman. strangers however view me as a cis man and will deny me help, either through programs, or because i'm a "strong young man, i should be able to pick myself up by my boot straps." i'm not white. i'm not abled.
i'm proud to be a trans man and i will be here to fight for other trans men's rights to have a platform to speak, and spaces to occupy. i will not rest until trans men & mascs have safe places to be and meet other trans men.
trans men are queer. we belong here. we are taking up the space we rightfully deserve and we are not leaving.
having anxiety is like being given permanent unwanted custody of a halter arabian. like okay buddy is it panic time again. cool you probably need more exercise and an apple and then maybe you'll calm down.
Look I haven’t even played Fallout 1 & 2 but the entire set dressing of glorious midcentury americana and the nuclear war aren’t important. They’re a smokescreen. It’s like a murder mystery where nuclear bombs are the extremely obvious nasty dude with an axe to grind who seems like the obvious culprit but you wouldn’t have a story if there wasn’t a more sinister truth.
When you actually play the thing it turns out it’s all hiding the failures of America in its historical totality. An America addicted to wars and expansionism. An America that was experimenting on its own citizens before, and unrelated to, the apocalypse. An America that utterly devalued human life as it upheld a cutesy 50s aesthetic over its rotten depths.
There is a vast difference between the experience of picking through the centuries old ruins of a civilisation to mourn it, and kicking through the rubble to learn that a failed state ensured its own demise and there is an opportunity to take a new, different path. The ruins of America are a time capsule museum of violence from a country founded on violence and addicted to violence to the end, and it’s gone. The people though, are still here, and they can decide what to do next. There are 3 endings in New Vegas that intend to rebuild by emulating templates of the old world, to the tune of the ideology of whoever’s in charge, and they are portrayed as obsolete, incompatible, or monstrous. The fourth and most hopeful ending says that the future belongs to the individual, those who learn from the past, and the anarchists. War never changes - women do, through the roads they walk.
Good art and writing doesn't discriminate between place or time or people making it and you can't make a mental guide on where to find it. This goes doubly for trying to make a mental guide for where not to find it, especially if you're excluding entire pools of creativity based on a shallow perception of the "types of people" you think enjoy it. There are stories written by stuffy weirdos centuries ago that'll blow your tits off. There are stories written by weird little girls more profound than any modern bestseller. And there are modern bestselling tiktok trending novels that are Actually That Good. You have to sift and mine and dig and claw around to hunt for the profound, and there's no getting around this ever, and if you try to you'll only create a sad, limited palette for Story. Also all art is subjective and one man's cringe is another's masterpiece. Hope this helps
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