“yes bitch, your overlooked an area shaving. yes gurl, you have some 5 o’clock trace to arrive below your basis. yes sweetheart, the human body form does not need JLo or Beyonce shape
And you are clearly however screwing gorgeous. no concerns. no worries. no ifs/buts/umms about this.”
—Luna Merbruja, “For All My Homegirls Who are Semi/Non-Passable”
The year is 2008, and you are a seventeen-year-old, pre-transition trans female of shade slogging through limitless heteronormative hell definitely twelfth grade. To many of your class mates, trans women can be mythical animals, “she-males,” the punch line of an infinite reservoir of depressingly unimaginative laughs.
Janet Mock has not yet but appear as a trans lady when you look at the pages of Marie Claire, and Laverne Cox are a rare actress many years away from making the lady big break in tangerine may be the New Black. There is absolutely no one on TV as your own “ risk model ,” to share with your that you that you may be stunning.
You happen to be scared of transitioning, because when you are terrified of another of keeping stuck during the wrong gender speech, a lot more terrifying is still the chance to become “one of those” trans girls:
A trans woman would youn’t “pass” as a cis girl. A trans girl with a-deep vocals and hairy epidermis, or possibly a big stomach and enormous legs.
