Transgender Dysphoria Blues
It was around 2005. In my dorms, I made a lot of different kinds of friends, and because it was the mid-2000s, we passed around CD's to show new music to each other. Back then, one of my friends introduced me to a band of theirs from their home state, a band called Against Me!. I said I enjoyed punk and emo stuff, and he said I'd like this band.
From the first moment, I heard the raw voice of the lead singer. This person was straining, yelling, screaming with melodic intensity and purpose, laser-focused on the rage, frustration, and despair that comes with young adulthood in the Bush era. They talked about love, and death, and how our future was sold out from under us. They sang
"Baby, I'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal
We marched together for the eight-hour day and held hands in the streets of Seattle
But when it came time to throw bricks through that Starbucks window
You left me all alone, all alone..."
I was enthralled. I had never encountered anything like this music before. Well, that's not true. I'd heard punk before--older stuff, like the Clash, the Sex Pistols, the Ramones, stuff that spoke to a moment in time that seemed ancient to me but was only a couple of decades before--but not punk like this. Not punk that actually had some fucking teeth. Not punk that wasn't afraid to be proudly anarchistic, nakedly political, and darkly poetic in this way.
In 2007, I got the newer album, New Wave, and again, this was more of the stuff I loved. Sure, New Wave was a bit more polished, but it was still filled with all those rough emotions that spoke to a disaffected young "man" like me. There was something to the way the lead singer belted out those bars that really nailed something within me, something ineffable, intangible at the time. Something gestating quietly within my brain, a feeling that something wasn't quite right with me, but couldn't be named.
The final song on New Wave, "The Ocean," threw me for a loop. These lyrics... were different.
"And if I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman
My mother once told me she would have named me Laura
I'd grow up to be strong and beautiful like her...
There is an ocean in my soul
Where the waters do not curve..."
At first, I thought this was simply poetic license, imagining a different life, imagining one in which they could be completely different, living a humble, domestic existence far from the drugs and rock and roll. One of simplicity, happiness, bliss. But... something gnawed at me. Why a woman? Why that name? Mysterious to my young brain.
I had not yet heard the word "transgender." I didn't have any context for it. But I knew the ocean in the soul, whose waters did not curve. I knew the depths that dwelled beneath. I knew that there was so much more to my being that even I couldn't quite understand.
Time passed. I graduated from undergrad, and had moved on to graduate school. In grad school, I had more education about LGBTQ+ issues, and had drawn closer to being in the "ally" camp of things, even in the Methodist church. I was drawn to the cause, yet couldn't quite understand why I identified with so many of the struggles they faced.
Near the end of it, a year before I graduated, news came out about the lead singer of Against Me!. She was transgender. Her name was Laura Jane Grace.
My mind raced. Wait, what? The singer with the raspy, raw, and to my mind, thoroughly masculine voice... was a woman now? I googled furiously. I had to learn more. I read every article about her. I drank deep of the news. I had to understand how this turn of events could be. Wait, someone can just... be a woman? And not know it? You can simply do that?
I watched some interviews with her. She seemed thoroughly natural in more feminine clothing. She smiled far more than I thought possible, knowing what she looked like before. She was... happy.
I was worried. What would happen to this band, now that their singer was different? Would her voice change? Would their songs change? I was nervous. But also... I was oddly excited. I knew what a trans person was. I knew that it was a thing you could be. But now, it suddenly became personal in a weird way. Because now I knew a trans person, if not personally, but through the art they made.
A couple years later, they came out with a new album. For whatever reason, I never took the time to listen to it. I had moved out to the country, and buying CDs was becoming passé, but I didn't know how else to buy music now, because I didn't want to bother buying songs through Apple. So... I never listened to it. Until recently.
Here's the title track of the album.
I no longer worried about the band. I knew that they were the same, just... actually wrestling with the thing that lurked within the ocean of Laura Jane Grace's soul.
With the kraken within the depths of my soul.
I was partly afraid of listening to the album. I was afraid of change. But I'm learning I'm more courageous than I thought I was. I'm learning to face the beast down in the depths, the dysphoria that stares back at me from the mirror each day. It has a name now. It has dimension, and weight, and yes, some days it is overwhelming and too much.
But I can fight it.
She wrestled with it in this album, highs and lows. Regrets, memories, eulogies for lost friends. All through the funhouse lens of gender dysphoria. And suddenly, all the rage, all the fury, came roaring back to the fore. The rage had an edge, and the edge cannot be dulled because it is an edge piercing all the way down to the spinal column. The cracks in the voice, the strain of the vocal cords, the tears and the joy and the endless, rocking waves of emotional turmoil... they can be viewed clearly now. They had a name.
It's a good album. I think every trans femme ought to listen to it, especially if you like punk. Because all the anarchist fury and anti-establishment wit is still there, just with a different set dressing, with a different lens, a different focus. If anything it's sharper. More raw. More powerful.
Happy Pride. This is the anthem of the month for me. I'm trans, and I'm going to help burn this world down build a better one in its ashes.
Thank you, Laura Jane, and Against Me!. You helped me understand the weapons in my hands better than any other band.
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I’m going to tell you something nobody told me:
It is O-fucking-Kay if you think you’re trans except for that one thing
If you think you might be a girl but you like having your hair short, or you don’t like wearing dresses, or you don’t want to wear makeup, that is totally okay
If you think you might be a guy but you like having long hair or you really love skirts or you wear lots of sparkly jewellery, that is totally okay
If you think you might be nonbinary but you really like presenting in a way that aligns with your agab, that is totally okay
If you think you might be trans but you aren’t sure if you want hormones, that is totally okay
If you think you’re trans “except for…” that is totally okay and get this: you don’t have to change that part of yourself to be trans
You can if you want to, but if you don’t, that is totally okay
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was forced to try on a dress for a picnic tomorrow and got wild flashbacks to the day i fully realized i wasn’t cis. i had met a lot of actual trans people through the internet and thanks to already knowing i was bisexual and meeting said people, i was starting to realize things and actually understand what being transgender was beyond the simplified standard words what i was told as a child. i was also finally holding self confidence and had high self esteem after years of strange insecurities and self hate. we were going on a picnic and i was gonna wear a t shirt and jeans, i was happy with that and felt fufilled. my mother told me to wear a dress instead and pushed me to at least try it on, and i obliged without thinking much of it. the dress was blue and white striped with short sleeves, fitted around the waist and shaped to hang close to the legs. it was very feminine, very pretty, and i objectively looked great, which is why i was struggled to find a legitimate reason to tell my mother why i couldn’t wear it. i remember my mother and older sister talking about how i was growing into a beautiful young lady as i stared in the mirror and felt every version of Wrong possible. there was a pretty girl staring at me, but she wasn’t me. her hair was too long and her body was sticking out at the wrong points and she was shaped to be too soft looking and she was beautiful and she wasn’t me.it was at this moment that i remembered a term i had learned from a friend: gender dysphoria. it hit me like a fucking truck and maybe i jumped the gun a bit but everything from the last few months just clicked into place. it all just made sense, i was experiencing gender dysphoria and this literally wasn’t me. i was miserable for the rest of the day as we took photos and i tried to cope with my realization, it took me another two days of further research and reflection of all those odd moments in my life i couldn’t explain from the 6th grade boys poker table i secretly wanted to join but never did for unexplained reasons to my one guy friend i envied a little too much before i realized i was transgender at midnight. i was overjoyed for 30 minutes and then cried for an hour because this wasn’t going to be a side secret i could hide from my family, this was my entire personhood from my name to my appearance to my presentation. it’s been years and this time when i am forced to wear the dress, the familiar discomfort hurts just a little less because i know it’s not me and it’s dysphoric but i also have let myself love and accept the man i actually am, y’know? idk if that made sense but i love that story now, so woohoo transgender story time :’)
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I would say being trans in early childhood was a genuinely traumatizing experience to me, I would every day rather be cis than trans, I wish for nothing more than being cis passing
but no matter how much I hate being trans, how much I hate my body, how much I hate dysphoria, how much I hate myself
I will always love being trans as a concept, I will always love transness. I will always love every single trans person for being trans. I will always love the fluidity and nuance of gender I was taught about by trans people. Trans is beautiful, trans is strong, trans is diverse, trans is important.
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