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TRANS TOUCH 3: SEX AND BEING TOUCH-STARVED

Welcome to Trans Tuesday! Let’s wrap up our discussion on trans folks and physical contact (which means yeah, we’re gonna talk about sex some) in: TRANS TOUCH 3: SEX AND BEING TOUCH-STARVED.

Of course, you’ll want to know my own personal experiences with physical contact in TRANS TOUCH 1, and the first half of our survey results about platonic touch and hugging, in TRANS TOUCH 2.

Onward!

Almost half of all respondents, pre- (or no) transition, liked sex and sexual touch. But that also means more than half did not like it. This doesn’t mean those people didn’t have sexual desires (though some ace folks certainly fall into that category), but that even if they desired sex or sexual intimacy, they didn’t like actually participating in it.

This gets really interesting when you look at the during/post transition responses.

Some of those in the indifferent/hated it/avoided it at all costs categories are ace folks from the pre-transition question, and some are people who newly discovered they were ace with transition… but even still, the numbers dropped drastically.

Because when you look at those who now like it, it went from a little under half to 63.2%! And that number is higher if you factor in only folks who’ve transitioned, because nearly 14% who responded to this had not transitioned.

As with platonic/friendly touch, we see the same huge shift that transition brings to our desire to be touched.

Let’s dive into some of your complex and difficult thoughts around sex.

• I sought out sexual touch pre-transition because it contained a tiny drop of gender-feelings.

I think, pre-transition, I never realized any gender feelings during sex because I dissociated through so much of it. But if I had any, I suppose it would’ve made me feel like I was being seen, perceived, and appreciated for being a man, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted. Hence the dissociation.

• One of my reasons for not transitioning has been a fear of losing desire for touch and sex.

That can definitely happen when you change the hormones in your body (if you medically transition, and utilize HRT (link) as part of it), but it can also go in the other direction! A good doc (easier said than found) can help you navigate that and hopefully help you find what’s right for you.

• Pre transition, my body disgusted me to such an extent that I couldn’t bear any physical contact. The idea of someone having sex with me would have meant that they were attracted to me physically, which would have been misgendering and felt wrong.

That’s where I was, except my sex drive was so strong I couldn’t really ignore it. So again… just dissociated through all of it.

• It wasn’t until *well* after HRT brought my body and cognitive patterns into alignment, and some pretty hefty therapy work, that a lot of the shame and stigma around seeking consensual sexual pleasure went away … That’s not to say everything is perfect, because it’s not, but the quantity and quality have increased greatly. It’s wild to think about how much societal norms encourage us to effectively cut off and hide a major facet of identity, and incredibly empowering to finally be in touch with that part, and be accepted not just “despite it”, but also because of it.

• Pre-transition ALL touch made me confused. At the time I would have said that I liked sex, but learning about what sex is for other people, that pleasure and desire aren’t just words… about how forced I felt to engage in hetero style sex. I had to sexualize all touch to get past my discomfort, which meant I couldn’t touch men at all. It also made me not touch my own children. I felt confused and uncomfortable pre-transition. Now I don’t. Now I desire social and affectionate touch. I do not know what I think about sexual touch, since everything I thought about sex was wrong. Since trying to understand sex in a male body, in a male role, resulted in intense dissociation. I think that there is the possibility that I could learn to experience sex once I can accept myself and my body as feminine, but it’s so fucking scary.

Heartbreaking.

• Sex in particular changed the most for me. I never hated it or anything but I just never liked it. I’d perform because my partner enjoyed it but it always felt like a service to them and never really something I got much out of other than enjoying their enjoyment. Now, it is pure fireworks with the same partner and solo.

• I have…actually worse experiences with sex post-transition, which seems to be a rarity from what I’ve seen other trans women talk about. My problem is that the hormones pretty much completely disabled my penis, and I actually *liked* that part of me. I have no desire to have bottom surgery, but the same hormones that help me deal with the secondary sexual characteristics that cause me such gender dysphoria *also* suppress the primary sexual characteristic which I wanted to continue functioning, and that is just…a particular kind of frustration that I haven’t really seen anyone else struggling with.

Let me just say that I know a whole lot of trans people, and while it may not be super common, you’re also not alone in liking that part of your body and wanting it to remain functional. TRANSMEDICALISM and gender essentialism will tell you that’s wrong, but those things are full of shit. You can be however you want to be, however feels right for you.

A good doc (so much easier said than found) might be able to help you get to where you want to be. Don’t be afraid to look for as long as it’ll take to find one who will listen to you.

• I’m transmasc and although I’ve always enjoyed sexual touch, I’ve been telling partners that my chest is off-limits for years (even since before I began thinking of myself as trans or even nonbinary). I did not have conscious thoughts about why I didn’t want that, just a frequent physical sensation like nausea when I was touched.

• I haven’t had any kind of romantic or sexual anything with anybody, it feels wrong doing it before transitioning, like cheating on everybody involved.

Important to note the wording here, ”everybody” involved, including the person who wrote that comment. It was actually partly the same for me, because I wasn’t really who the world or my sexual partners thought I was, and I wasn’t even me… to myself.

And here’s a couple folks who had the opposite reaction to sex than the majority!

• Sex was the only time I *didn’t* hate my body. Taking care of my spouse during sex was the only time I felt my body was doing something right. It didn’t matter that I hated the shell I was in, …During sex… that was when I could banish the gender dysphoria away from my head. I didn’t realize it was gender dysphoria for a long time, but sex was when I was able to quiet the trouble in my head. 

• Before transition…I enjoyed sex when it was with someone I had an emotional connection to. There were some times where I engaged in sex activities with people I didn’t have that connection with, and often times was very difficult for me in ways I couldn’t explain. I think the emotional connection could bypass dysphoria, but when it wasn’t there, dysphoria was all I had.

Oh! These sound almost similar to dissociating, only rather than disconnecting from everything entirely you were simply disconnecting from physical parts of it to hone in on the emotional, or your partner, and that was enough to keep the bad stuff at bay. 

This one is pretty straightforward, with more than half of trans and nonbinary folks who took the survey saying they weren’t getting as much touch as they wanted.

These numbers look somewhat similar to the pre-transition numbers, but when you pull out those who haven’t transitioned, or will not be transitioning, you see a much bigger shift.

194 respondents said yes they were touch starved, to 117 who said no. That’s 311 respondents, which means 62% said yes they were touch starved, and 38% who said no.

The numbers are still similar, though we see a perhaps surprising upswing in trans and nonbinary folks saying they feel touch starved during/after transition.

My feeling on this is that it’s due to being so much more aware of ourselves now, and our needs, and all we’ve been missing, that more of us have realized all the touch we’ve wanted but haven’t gotten.

Let’s see what people had to say about being touch-starved.

• I was extremely touch hungry pre-transition, but felt so uncomfortable in my skin that I projected that feeling onto others and assumed that they also were uncomfortable with me touching them, and so my exact feelings are hard to place on a loved it/hated it scale because frequently it would be both at the same time for different reasons.

• When I started having sexual relationships with women (still pre-transition) it was… Always touch starved but sought out a lot of physical touching. Always wanting to cuddle and hold hands. Sometimes downplayed these feelings slightly, asked for less than I wanted so as to not seem weird. After transitioning, I still craved touch the same amount, but I was now less ashamed of seeking it out, cause it’s considered more socially appropriate to be a cuddly huggy girl than it is to be a cuddly huggy boy. I’m only slightly less touch starved now because I have a similarly touchy and cuddly girlfriend, who can’t get enough of me either, but every time she’s not around, most of all I miss her touch.
  
  
• A few months before HRT, around the time I finally accepted myself as trans, I also got into a relationship. This basically solved the “touch starved” part. I don’t think it’s a coincidence the acceptance and the relationship happened around the same time (as in, acceptance allowed me to open up).

Here’s a couple on the pressing need to fill the void we lived with for so long:

• Would still consider myself feeling touch starved, but only because, in transition, I want more — as if making up for lost opportunities?

• Before, I could enjoy physical contact (mostly sex, less so non-sexual touch) but there was rarely any feeling of emotion behind it. I was too alienated from my own body to even FEEL touch starved. Having transitioned, I can feel so much more deeply, both physically and emotionally… I often feel extremely touch starved, like I’m trying in vain to make up for all the years of physical/emotional affection I missed out on before I came out. Like there’s an invisible barrier between me and the people I’m around.

Yeah, right on the money for me. I’m so much more aware now of all I missed out on, and I need to fill that well. But there might not be enough hugs in all the world.

So, there’s the data I collected and the fascinating and thought-provoking responses you all shared.

Thank you to everyone who took the survey, and was so open, honest, and vulnerable about a difficult topic to discuss.

Nothing will ever change for us, for any of us, if we don’t talk about these things. Over time I noticed a definite pattern in all the trans people I know, both online and in meatspace, and knew it was something I needed to discuss. So that maybe things will change for us, for the better.

I want to close with two more comments folks left me. Here’s the first:

• I never imagined that being in touch with my body (rather than ignoring it and disassociating from it) could feel so good. It does. This questionnaire actually quite helped me process, solidify, and crystallize these thoughts. Thank you.

Well that’s just the greatest thing! It always moves me when people reach out to let me know these essays have helped you, whether personally in figuring things out, in explaining how you feel or what you’re dealing with to people in your life, or in any of a hundred different ways.

That the survey itself could do that never even crossed my mind. That alone makes running the survey and compiling and sifting through the replies worth it. And here’s the last one:

• Thank you for the work that you do.

No stop you’re gonna make me cry (too late). All I ever wanted was to use what I have to do what I can to help, and if I’m doing that, then it’s a job well done.

I couldn’t have done it without all of your help, so truly, I thank you all again. 

Because what we’ve discovered is not only that trans folks are as widely varied as cis folks (like I’ve said a million times before), but that when you look at the macro level…

a whole lot of trans people need a whole lot more of people touching us, holding us, seeing us, and letting us know we’re loved for who we are.

Hug a trans person every chance you get (if they consent!).

We need them now more than ever.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

TRANS TOUCH 2: PLATONIC TOUCH AND HUGS

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Welcome to Trans Tuesday! Time to dive into your survey responses and see how other trans and nonbinary folks feel about physical contact in: TRANS TOUCH 2: PLATONIC TOUCH AND HUGS.

For my own personal journey regarding physical contact and my transition, and understanding why the entire concept is so difficult for some trans folks, be sure you check out TRANS TOUCH 1 first.

Before we get to the results of the touch survey I ran, I want to mention a few things.

This is not a scientific survey, because I am not a psychologist or sociologist, nor do I have the knowledge or resources to pull off a fully scientific study. I’m just one lady trying to help.

As such, that means this is all anecdotal, but then so is a whole lot of stuff regarding trans people, because we’re such a small part of the population that it’s not profitable for people to do a lot of studies on us. See ANECDOTAL TRANS HEALTHCARE for more.

Also, to keep this survey manageable for everyone taking it, and for me in compiling and talking about the responses, it simply cannot account for every factor that may impact people’s feelings around touch and physical contact.

Yes, some people who took the survey said their feelings around touch may be affected by autism, and others said they may be affected by PTSD or other issues. And some people who answered the questions around consensual sexual touch said they were asexual, which of course factored into their responses. 

But that’s all well outside the purview of discussing transness, and would have made the survey unwieldy and inscrutable for one lone (but very smart and beautiful) woman to make any sense out of.

My goal was to get a sense of trans people’s feelings around touch at a more macro level, to look for commonalities or things that stand out. I simply cannot account for every variation humans experience with everything else that might factor in. As such, please note that there may be varying reasons for all of these answers, but all of these answers are from self-identified trans or nonbinary people. 

And that was the point.

Also, while we can easily look at the total number of responses to poll questions… I also included a freeform portion at the end, for any additional thoughts folks might have. 

I did not expect three hundred and sixty-one people to take the survey, much less for the vast majority of you to put additional thoughts in, which ranged from a sentence to nearly full essays!

As such I cannot include the additional thoughts of everyone, or even the full thoughts of most of the comments I will share. Comments from survey respondents are excerpts and have been edited for length only. I did not, and would not, change the content of any of them. And I do not know who they’re from, because the survey was intentionally anonymous.

Ready or not, here we go.

The first question, as our baseline for who’s responding, was “have you transitioned (for whatever transition means to you).” I cannot define someone else’s transition. Nobody can define someone else’s transition, because it means different things to all of us. You will find no TRANSMEDICALISM here.

There’s not a lot to discuss here, except to note that the vast, vast majority of respondents, 83.7%, consider themselves to have transitioned (or to presently be transitioning). 

What we see here, is that during “pre-transition” (which includes folks who don’t feel they have transitioned yet, or never will), the negative feelings around non-sexual touch are remarkably high. If you group “hated it” and “Avoided it at all costs”, they amount to 38%. That’s well over a third of respondents having a remarkably negative view of being touched.

Only 30.2%, just under a third, liked it (“enjoyed it” being you liked it when it happened, “sought it out” meaning it was something you actively tried to find).

Nearly 32% were indifferent to being touched, which isn’t necessarily a negative view of it, but certainly isn’t a positive one either. What’s interesting, though, is that if you define the results by those who liked touch (30.2%) and those who didn’t, you find sixty percent of pre-transition respondents didn’t like being touched. And that’s pretty huge.

Holy shit look at that shift! Seeking it out went from 11.6% to 37.4%! Enjoyed it went from 18.6% to 26.3%! And those who were indifferent dropped from 31.9% to 13.9%! This is huge. 

Before, those who didn’t like being touched were the largest group, at 60% of respondents. Now it’s only 23.4%!

All of these numbers are a little higher if you reduce the pool of respondents to only those who’ve transitioned, as 13% of those who answered this question hadn’t.

But what you see here is an overwhelming positive shift to people liking or wanting platonic, friendly touch during or after transition.

Here’s some respondent thoughts around platonic touch, and how it may have shifted with transition.

Let’s start with some about the general change in body and mind that came with transition.

• I enjoyed but was ashamed of, and uncomfortable with asking for, touch before HRT. I spent a very long time pre-HRT but out [as trans or nonbinary], and that persisted. Post-HRT I am still learning how to ask for touch, and there never feels like enough.

I had this too, where it felt like I didn’t “deserve” it. Because my body wasn’t mine, so anyone who wanted to touch it actually wanted to touch whoever it belonged to, and that wasn’t me.

• I never could enjoy being in my headspace when I was touched pre-transition. I wanted to enjoy, but it felt uncomfortable. And I really regret giving off those vibes to my partner.

• My feelings have changed in that I feel more protective and selective over my physical space. Idk if this comes from being less dissociated or what, but I’m much more aware of my body in a way that I like but that also has been a challenge to figure out.

• Just the emotional and mental acceptance of being trans seems to have completely opened up a whole new world of touch sensitivity with my partner!

• The thought of being touched sometimes makes me uncomfortable. Sometimes it’s sorta like repulsion, but without thinking “gross.” I just don’t want it. I’m pretty sure my dysphoria is part of this. The body I see is not the one I want and isn’t really me, makes it hard to find it enjoyable.

I absolutely went through that, too.

• I didn’t realize how alone I felt, pre-transition. It was like existing in a void. Transitioning opened my eyes and revealed just how much I needed to touch, be touched, and be connected to the people around me.

Yes, yes, ten million thousand billion times yes.

• Touch was something I needed to be careful with pre-transition, because touch is a short-cut to emotions, and emotions were dangerous. Now that I’m not trying to keep feelings bottled up all the time, there’s less need to avoid touch.

I also dealt with that, where if you opened yourself up to the feelings in that dark, cobwebby corner of your psyche that you knew you weren’t supposed to look into… you might find something you couldn’t put back in there. And then you’d have to deal with it.

• Pre-transition I both enjoyed and avoided contact of all types, as in I craved physical contact but did not allow myself any.

Same. I was so alone, and scared, and all I wanted was that human connection. But I couldn’t get it, both because it might open up that dark, cobwebby corner, but also because my dysphoria made it impossible. See GENDER DYSPHORIA, where one example I give is like I was separated from everyone I cared about by a six foot thick invisible wall.

• I never so much as held hands with a person romantically until after I had begun transition, at which point the affirmative desire for touch became more important for me.

• After I got on [estrogen] and got more comfortable with my body, I started feeling like I needed [touch] more and feel increasingly frustrated by not getting it.

This absolutely happened for me too. Transition can help you realize all you’ve been missing, and then you want to fill that void as quickly as possible.

• Before, it was more “someone is interacting with the body I wear.” Now, touch is “I am allowing access to an aspect of my vulnerability.”

• Pre-transition, I *wanted* to have these forms of touch, but didn’t feel comfortable with actually accepting touch, and accepted that I probably just didn’t “deserve” it. Post-transition, I *still want* to have these forms of touch, but now I’m learning to be more comfortable with accepting touch, and how to communicate that with the people in my life.

• Not having every interaction clouded with dysphoria is likely responsible for most of this, I feel like i was probably as affectionate a person as I am today I just didn’t let myself express it or understand why it felt so wrong to express.

This is common for a lot of us, where we find that transition didn’t change us so much as let us be more of who we already were.

Here’s a couple comments from folks on how just their egg cracking opened up new avenues.

• I want casual touch with friends… I didn’t know this until half a year after cracking.

• After my egg cracked I find touch of all kinds more palatable, despite not getting to do any transitioning yet.

Here’s some on the difficulties of touch that are compounded based on the gender society perceives you as. 

• Before transition, I definitely felt less comfortable being touched, and felt weird about the concept of “being allowed” to enjoy touch, especially from women. Now that I’ve transitioned, I feel comfortable enough with myself and my body that I feel much freer to enjoy touch, and it turns out I really do want it after all.

• As a trans woman, pre-transition me longed for touch and physical contact, but asking for it or even accepting it when offered felt awful, like I was being predatory. That feeling has faded dramatically as my transition has gone on and casual contact with other women is just good and normal and comfortable now.

I found this too, but also in ways beyond physical touch. See COMPLIMENTS and how the act of transition finally made me feel like I could compliment another woman on something as mundane as her shoes, and not have it be creepy.

• I wonder how different the AMAB vs. AFAB experience is… as a trans guy, I personally feel very “starved” of physical contact. But back when I was still presenting as a cis female, it seemed like people wouldn’t keep their hands off of me. Do people avoid contact with me because I’m now trans? or because I’m now a man? It feels like a bit of both.

I feel like trans guys probably do get caught up in some folks’ aversion to being touched by cis men (for obvious and understandable reasons). Ask your trans guy friends if they want hugs!

And here’s a bunch on how feeling like we have BODILY AUTONOMY can drastically change things.

• Touch has gotten much more comfortable for me, both post transition and with a better understanding of my own experiences, needs and boundaries. I enjoy being in my own body in ways I couldn’t before, including experiencing all kinds of sensations I used to hate — like exertion and the awareness of my own body that’s forced when I exercise. There’s plenty I’m still very uncomfortable with, but things are shifting in a good way. I also get a lot of joy and comfort from my cat, who is the reason I’m never touch starved. cats are amazing. and great at boundaries. my cat enforcing his own boundaries taught me so much, actually.

Yes. Cats are excellent at teaching people boundaries and bodily autonomy. They will accept your affection when they want it, and they won’t accept it when they don’t. That’s how it should be. (Cats are the best.)

• Pre-transition, I sought touch as a kind of validation, despite the deep-seated internal sense that something was Wrong With Me. Post-transition, I’m much more able to enjoy touch for its own sake, as well as being an expression of love and affection. Simply put, my body feels like it’s *mine* now, so touch feels less like reassurance that I’m worthy of love, affection, and comfort, and more like an actual expression of those things.

• I’ve been with my partner for years, and the biggest impact for her has been that “you don’t flinch when I touch you anymore”.

This one broke my heart a little, if only because I feel so much like that was me with everyone but my wife and kid, for all of my life.

• Being touched in some ways felt like a violation of my body no matter what context pre-transition. Now that I understand my body there’s still plenty of dysmorphia/dysphoria, but it’s something I want to learn to navigate instead of just completely writing out of my life.

Just the desire to be open to touch changing is huge, truly. That’s where everything begins.

What you see here is over 50% of people pre-transition liking hugs, and much less on the negative side. Even when factoring in those who are indifferent, the majority still liked hugs.

I find this fascinating, because there seems to be a different view of hugs than of other non-sexual touch. I find hugs to be more intimate than holding hands, or a hand on the shoulder or arm, though maybe that’s just me.

Does this mean it’s more socially acceptable for people to hug, so we’re taught to do it more often and grow accustomed to it, even in spite of possible gender dysphoria? (not every trans person has dysphoria, of course, just to remind you)

I don’t know! But it’s incredibly interesting to me that there’s such a perception shift among these two kinds of platonic touch.

Look at that huge shift again! Almost half of all respondents who’d transitioned (or are transitioning) now seek out hugs, and when you factor in those who also enjoy hugs, that’s well over 75% of those who’ve transitioned liking hugs.

I expected there’d be a positive shift in these things with transition… not just because it mirrors my own experiences, but because of what I’ve seen in all the trans and nonbinary people I know.

And yeah, again, this is anecdotal, but it also seems really clear that in terms of platonic touch (holding hands, a hand on an arm, hugs), transitioning does so much to make us more comfortable with them, and to like them.

It’s wild what feeling like your true self can do for you.

Let’s check out some of your comments around hugging.

• Post-transition I feel like I have become a lot more sensitive to the social cues of others with respect to their intentions to make physical contact with me. I’m much less surprised now if someone hugs me, in part because I’m more comfortable, but also because I’m much better at noticing and understanding their intentions.

Yeah I relate to this a lot. It’s like you finally understand why someone would want a hug, to wrap someone in their arms and be wrapped up in return. It was legit hard to understand when everything about my body made me scream in horror.

• I wish more people could be non-sexually physically affectionate (more hugs, holding hands, just being in contact) without making it weird or assuming there’s something more going on. I think that would be so so nice.

I think so too! I mean, with consent, of course. Normalizing closeness would go a long way to alleviating a lot of the isolation and loneliness that so many people face.

• Pre-transition I feel like I was wanting more contact, but didn’t feel like I was allowed to, or I was worried that it might come off as creepy. Now, I’m more comfortable asking for hugs, but casual touch still seems kind of unfamiliar.

This one confirms what we saw in the survey responses above, in that hugs are easier (for some) than other forms of platonic or friendly touching. Fascinating.

• Post-transition, I’m also much better at REFUSING unwanted touch. I still don’t like hugging strangers; it’s far too intimate an act. And modern corporate culture is very huggy, so in the past I felt I just had to endure it. Today I’m much better at gently deflecting proffered hugs from casual workplace acquaintances, although the bar for being willing to embrace somebody is also much lower, and I enjoy it more when I do.

Yes! Bodily autonomy returns for the win. The right to refuse unwanted touch is just as important as the right to ask for or seek out the consensual touch you need.

• I still hate people that call themselves “huggers” and insist that means they should always be allowed to hug whoever they want, no matter whether that person is comfortable with it.

As a “hugger”… I completely agree with you. Again, this is why I ask people if they do hugs before I attempt to hug them. It’s not difficult to respect other people’s boundaries and needs! It’s no different than asking people their NAMES AND PRONOUNS… but then a whole lot of our society struggles with those, too.

I suspect they’re actually related, because a whole lot of people would just rather not have to think about how what they say or do affects others.

• Pre transition, I enjoyed touch, but I was not willing to ask for it or seek it out. I’d be the one hanging back when people were giving hugs because it felt like even being there would be equivalent to asking for a hug, which would be an imposition. Post transition (or mid transition?), it was much easier to ask for and accept touch.

• I’ve loved hugs ever since I was a kid, and while I don’t think I seek them out more now than I did before I got top surgery, I definitely enjoy them more now that I don’t have boobs.

Ooh that makes sense! I’m now always conscious of not smushing my boobs into people when I hug them, and that was something I had to adapt to after a lifetime of not having to worry about them. Happy it went the other way for you!

Come back next week as we wrap up with discussion of ess ee ex (gasp!), and just how touch-starved we might feel.

Let’s wrap up with one final survey comment, that felt like it was pulled directly from my own soul.

• Hugging now feels like I can pull the person even closer to my heart than before.

Yes yes yes forever yes.

When I hug people now, it is pulling their heart to mine, and letting them know that I love them.

Yes, even people I just met. Yes, even you.

If strangers I’ve never met can hate me for who I am without even knowing or meeting me, I can love you for who you are, without even knowing or meeting you.

I love you, and the world needs to know it.

And, if you want, I’d be thrilled to hug you and show it.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

PS – Part 3 is here!

TRANS TOUCH 1: PERSONAL EXPERIENCES

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Welcome to Trans Tuesday! This week we discuss a huge and complicated issue for so many trans and nonbinary folks… physical contact. Love it or hate it, here comes: TRANS TOUCH 1: PERSONAL EXPERIENCES.

There’s so much to talk about regarding touch, both friendly or platonic, and sexual, and I’ve seen so many trans and nonbinary people struggle with the topic. In fact, the podcast version of these essays were the most difficult episodes to schedule a guest for.

And that wasn’t because people didn’t want to talk about it, but a whole lot of people don’t even know how they feel about it and haven’t figured it out yet, and so didn’t feel they could add to the discussion (or, some were worried about their spouses hearing them record these episodes, because things are difficult around the topic at home). So an extra special thanks to Erin Rodriguez for being up for talking about this tough and complicated issue.

A while back I posted a survey about touch, asking folks how you felt about different kinds and if that changed with transition. And your responses were overwhelming. So much so that I can’t cover them in one essay. So you’ll find those in the next two essays following this one, because first I want to talk a little about my own experience, so you have an idea where I’m coming from. And what I, personally, was dealing with.

Pre-transition, touch was such a difficult thing for me. For reasons I talked about in the essay on GENDER DYSPHORIA, my life (such as it was) was lonely, isolated, terrifyingly empty. Even when I was happy. Even when I was being hugged by people I loved, even when kissing my wife, even during sex.

I hated being touched by anyone who wasn’t my wife, and I only acclimated to her touch after a long time. But I still wouldn’t say I sought out touch from her, it just eventually ceased to bother me. But at the same time, I wanted it so bad, because I felt so completely alone, trapped under an ocean of pain.

I never understood why. And I dissociated through most of my pre-transition life, so while I remember hating, hating, HATING being touched, and the feelings it gave me (which I’ll talk about shortly), I don’t remember many specific instances. But I do remember one.

It was somewhere in my teenage years, and my family and I were going… somewhere. I have no idea where. But as we approached this mystery building, a man was helping a senior lady toward the building, she walked with a cane. I held the door open so she could get in easier.

As she passed… she reached out to put a hand on my shoulder, and I instinctively flinched and pulled away. I only realized after the fact, after being yelled at by my mother, that she was doing it to help support herself as she went through the door, because it wasn’t a big enough opening for the man helping her to walk in beside her.

She made it through okay and didn’t fall or get hurt or anything, but I felt so awful about it afterward. The guilt that wells up inside me even as I write this hurts. A lot. I do everything I can, always, to help absolutely everyone I am able to. Not helping, if I have the ability to do so, just isn’t an option for me. It’s why Trans Tuesdays exist.

And here was a woman who needed help, and I denied it to her. For my own selfish reasons. At the time, I didn’t even know why I did it. I just knew I did not want her to touch me. 

That had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with me and my dysphoria, which I didn’t even know I had at the time. I just knew that being touched, by anyone, for any reason at all, was absolutely not good.

The one pseudo-exception to that was things of a sexual nature. Sex itself, sure, but not just that… even kissing a girlfriend, or holding hands as we walked through the halls of our high school. And if holding hands doesn’t seem sexual to you, that’s because it’s not. But when my body was a raging mass of hormones, the wrong hormones, and confusion, at that age? Even holding hands with my girlfriend sent sexy little jolts through me. 

Ah, to be a teen! If only I’d been able to be me in those years, how different might it have been? This is actually something I wrestled with for a long time, as discussed in the two-part essay on TRANS GRIEF.

My sex drive allowed me to get past my aversion to (sexual) touch, but only with people I’d grown emotionally close to and could trust. I’m not demisexual, by the way, I just needed to really feel comfortable with someone to get past my dysphoria enough to even think about sex. 

But even then… well, I didn’t know it at the time, but I dissociated through all of it. Even once I was married to my wife Susan, who I love and adore and is the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

I was not present for any of it, mentally or emotionally. I was entirely disconnected from my body through all of it. I could allow my body to do whatever it was that it did during sexy times, but I was not really there for any of it. If I got the urges out of me for a while, fine.

I still never wanted anyone to touch me. I’d shake hands if it was expected of me, I’d hug friends if they tried to hug me first, because I was taught you hug people who want hugs and you let them kiss you on the cheek if that’s what they want to do, even if you don’t want it.

When I look back at that, it seems so gross and unacceptable. It’s my body, why should anyone else get to do what they want to me, if I don’t want them to? In fact, even pre-transition, we told our kid he didn’t have to hug or accept kisses from any relative if he didn’t want to. It’s up to him. That’s how it should be. I actually haven’t so much as kissed his cheek in years now, because I asked him if he minded me doing it, and he said yes. So I stopped.

We hug, and that’s wonderful! And if that’s all he wants, that’s okay. I wish I could still give him little kisses on the cheek, but that’s my problem and not his. I respect him far too much to force him to accept something he’s stated he does not want.

What you’re hopefully seeing here is that this is inextricably linked to bodily autonomy, and not just in terms of who’s allowed to touch us when, and under what circumstances. 

In my BODILY AUTONOMY essay, you’ll see that discussion is mainly around my tattoo… tattoos which I never understood or could imagine anyone ever wanting pre-transition.

Because my body never felt like mine.

And that’s the crux of what the issue of touch revolves around for me. And based on the data from the survey so many of you filled out, for many other trans people as well.

Every time anyone touched my body, it hurt because it reminded me that my body was there, but it wasn’t my body. So it’d spike my dysphoria something awful, and instead of pulling me out of the depths so I could breathe, it shoved me even farther under the surface and away from any kind of relief.

During transition, and even post-transition (I don’t know that I consider myself “post-transition” yet because I’m not sure it’ll ever end, but it’s definitely at a point where it’s a gradual incline and not a rocket to the stars), that began to shift.

Because as I came more into myself, became more in touch with who I really am, came to feel as if my body was actually my body… touch electrified me.

Not in a sexual way (unless it was a sexual touch), but in a “holy shit this feels amazing” way, because now… shit, this is so hard to explain.

My dysphoria is mostly gone these days, even though it pops up here and there occasionally. But mostly I am out of those depths, and flying free in the skies above (see GENDER EUPHORIA for more). And touch?

It sends me into fucking orbit.

Because unlike before when it reminded me that my body wasn’t mine, now it reminds me that my body is mine. That whoever is touching me (hugging me, putting a hand on my arm, kissing me, whatever) sees me for who I really am, and wants some form of contact and intimacy with me.

And it wasn’t until this shift happened for me, that I realized how incredibly touch-starved I’ve been my whole life, and am even still.

I have this… deficit. Like someone who hasn’t eaten in ten years not being able to sate their hunger. Like someone who has known deep poverty (hi, this is also me) never, ever being able to feel financially secure regardless of your actual financial situation, because you know how quickly it can all disappear.

I want to be touched. Please see me, recognize me, accept me. Be close with me. I’ve been so alone for so long, and I can’t go back. Please please please reach out a hand and help ensure I never fall back under the ocean. I’ve asked my wife to touch me more. Put a hand on my hip as you walk past, touch my arm, my face, my back. Just… let me feel you close to me. I need it so much. So much.

But I still respect bodily autonomy.

I love hugging people so much. Friends, family, even people I’ve just met (Los Angeles is a very hug-forward city). But I don’t assume others want it, because I intimately know what it can do to someone who doesn’t. So I always ask. It’s so easy! “Do you do hugs?” is usually one of the first things I say when I meet people. And if yes, we hug! And if not we shake hands, or fist bump, or touch elbows, or simply smile and wave. Whatever they’re comfortable with! And it’s all great.

Sex has entirely changed for me, too. Not just because being on different hormones makes certain parts of your anatomy function differently, but it literally changes what feels good. It was one of the earliest things HRT changed for me… suddenly new parts of my body awakened to sexual touch in ways they never had before. 

It was so surprising and confusing. The first sex I had after those changes was legit world-altering. There’s not even any comparison. It’s like the difference between having the energy to run a hundred yard sprint, and having the energy to run a 26.2 mile marathon (and then some), y’know? Maybe you don’t. But holy dang, it’s amazing.

Over the next couple weeks we’re going to get into the results of the survey I ran, and the overwhelming amount of data you flooded me with, and see if we can find some commonalities.

For me, I feel like I’ll never, ever get enough touch and hugs for as long as I live. So if we meet, yes, know that I will gladly hug you… if you want. And I give amazing hugs, because I know the value of them to those who want them. 

It’s not just a greeting, or a goodbye. It’s pulling our hearts together, and holding each other in our arms, saying I see you, and I’ve got you.

And that’s magic.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

PS – Part 2 is here!

TRANS TABLETOP ROLEPLAYING GAMES

Welcome to Trans Tuesday! This week we’re diving into what seems like a niche hobby, but it’s one way a whole lot of trans people, myself included, first got to explore our complicated feelings on gender. Let’s talk TRANS TABLETOP ROLEPLAYING GAMES.

First,  let me note that a version of this essay first appeared as part of VISIBILITY: An RPG Magazine from the Trans Community. A group of trans creatives made a gaming magazine for Trans Day of Visibility, to raise money for trans charities. It’s still available and well worth picking up. It supports important charities and includes multiple essays, a comic, and several ready to play complete games! So hit the link get great trans gaming stuff and support good causes!

If you’re not familiar, table-top roleplaying games (better known as TTRPGs) are things like the most well-known example, Dungeons & Dragons, where players make up characters to exist in a fictional world, and the person running the game (game master, better known as GM, or sometimes the dungeon master, aka DM) run players through the story and world they set up.

They’re sort of a combination of collaborative writing and acting, where you’re all getting together to tell a story about these characters in a certain world, and there are stats that represent your character’s abilities, and dice rolls thrown in for a randomization element, to determine whether your character succeeds or fails at what they’re trying to do.

All right so how exactly are TTRPGs trans? For me, as a kid pre-transition, it began with one sentence:

“Okay fine, I’ll be the girl.”

It was always said under fake duress, and I’m not what I’d call a good actor. Would my friends believe me? Or were insults and worse just around the corner? I mean I didn’t think they would assault me, but they were certainly homophobic and transphobic in that way everyone is when you’re raised in a society that teaches you to be exactly those things.

And with media reinforcing that at almost every turn, mixed with the blinding toxic masculinity that worms its way into young teen boys in the exact same way, you can just never be sure. Anytime I displayed any hint of femininity or girliness I was mocked and punished for it, sometimes physically. Sometimes by my own family.

But sometimes the implicit biases of society can work in our favor. Well, rarely. They’re very bad actually and should be flung into the sun (if one could fling an implicit bias, anyway… listen, someone should get on that. For science.). If you need more on what those are, see IMPLICIT QUEERPHOBIA.

The same society that told this group of young teen boys (I was never actually a boy, of course, but you know what I mean) that the only valid emotions were lust and anger, the same society that told this group of young teen boys that anything feminine was to be derided and mocked because who could ever want to be that way… also told them that you had to have “the girl.” 

The token, the one who’s not a boy, just to have someone to do what the boys couldn’t. Like flirting with or seducing a man as a distraction, for surely a man could never do that (btw that was categorically the worst part, because I am hopelessly gay for girls).

In those days of heady hormones and confusion, made extra unpleasant for me by the fact that I was going through the beginnings of the unimaginable body horror of the wrong puberty, when the darkness and the oppressive weight and silence and loneliness and abject misery and terror of my GENDER DYSPHORIA were growing worse by the day, there was the smallest bit of light, the tiniest hint of hope… in a little thing we discovered called Dungeons & Dragons.

The tabletop roleplaying world is so much more than just D&D. There are hundreds of different games, maybe thousands. My wife Susan and I actually officially write for two games, Star Trek Adventures (based on the Star Trek franchise) and Fallout (based on the videogames of the same name).

But the ubiquitousness of D&D means it’s a lot easier to find for kids who know nothing about TTRPGs. And I instantly fell in love, not just with D&D, but with the entire concept. You mean… I get to create a character, some weird variant or amalgam of myself and things I’d like to be or things I want to explore, and I get to basically live as them for an afternoon? 

To clarify, there was no live-action gameplay going on, this wasn’t LARPing (live-action roleplaying, where you dress and physically act as your character). This was dice and pencils and papers and mountains of D&D sourcebooks we all began acquiring, and entire Saturdays spent utterly buried in them, having the time of our lives.

But for a trans girl who didn’t know she was trans, and one that has hyperphantasia to boot (basically, my imagination is wildly overactive and I can see, smell, taste, feel, hear absolutely everything I think about, and it goes even further than that…), it’s not hyperbole to say that I lived those game sessions as my characters.

I didn’t actually know I had hyperphantasia, I thought this was just how every brain works. But then I saw the aphantasia meme about “what do you see when you picture an apple in your head” going around.

On that chart, I’m not a 1. I’d be a 0, because if you ask me to picture an apple I can instantly see, smell, feel, taste, and hear it all. And not only that, I can tell you that her name is Beatrice and she wields a thorny rose stem as a sword and is off on an adventure to save the orchard. 

And to be clear, I do not actively come up with that little story in my head, it just happens. All the time. It’s why I’m literally almost never bored, and why I say if I lived for a thousand years I could never write all the stories that are in my head. I thought everyone was like this! But no, turns out I’m just a weirdo (I embrace it, yay).

But given my hyperphantasia, our TTRPG sessions all played out like reality in my head. I could smell the leather of those magic boots I just found, I could feel the dust from the road caking their folds, I could hear that delicious leather rustle as my character put them on and became immune to sticky webs (those feel so gross, don’t even ask).

The first time I played “the girl” in the party, it was like sticking my fingers into an electrical socket (complimentary). My heart raced, I was sure my friends would notice and wonder what the hell was wrong with me, but they never did. They were always too busy consulting die tables in books and plotting strategy for how we were gonna take down this ogre and save the village.

And I didn’t sit those things out, but I did them… mentally feeling what my wizard’s robes felt like around her as she walked. Or as close as I could imagine, because I’d never worn a dress or a skirt and it would be more than a decade before I did, before I even knew that trans was something a human could be.

I almost always played wizards, because I love the creativity, that ingenuity you need to know which spell to cast when. But a wizard has to wear a robe, right? It’s just required, yes, that seems right. It’s not my fault wizard robes are basically a dress! Nobody could punch me for putting my wizard in a robe, that was just expected.

I’ve lost a lot of memories of my pre-transition life from all the dissociating I was unknowingly doing just to cope and get through living with my dysphoria, so I don’t remember my first character’s name. I don’t remember any of my character’s names from back then, they’re entirely lost to me.

But I remember the feelings they gave me. Inklings that something was there, some synapse in my brain was firing on overdrive, sending jolts through my body that I didn’t understand and wouldn’t comprehend until I’d more than doubled my time on earth. They were my very first hits of GENDER EUPHORIA.

So as I watched my body contort and warp from the wrong puberty, and become everything in the world that I hated and never wanted to be, I lived for these games, because they let me live. If only for half a day at a time, eight-to-twelve hour marathons fueled by way too much caffeine, because those were the only times I felt alive.

TTRPGs let trans people explore the seemingly impossible, even if we don’t yet know we’re trans. They’re the only way we can try out a new gender, a new pronoun, a new name, in an entirely “socially acceptable” setting, because society deems it “only a game.”

But that only goes so far. When our group found the first cis girl who was into D&D and wanted to join a game, to everyone’s credit she was welcomed in, but… ah, the implicit bias I’d found a loophole in loopholed me back. Now that we had a cis girl in the game, there was no need for me to play one. Because the token girl could be played by the (seemingly only) actual girl. You can’t have two girls in the same adventuring party, what is this, Themyscira?! (That’s where Wonder Woman’s from and where the Amazons live, listen, my nerdinesss is large-huge.)

And this lifeline I’d had, this secret joy and first doorway to my true self, was slamming shut in my face. So I rolled up a dude character, and my heart broke. In our first session, I was so disinterested and didn’t understand why I was no longer into this game that I loved. It didn’t make sense.

Until the loophole that loopholed me back… got loopholed again. Because toxic masculinity and implicit transphobia said a perceived boy doing something like, or being like, a perceived girl was hilarious… and so my friends thought it would be so funny if now that I “finally” got to play a man, my “real gender,” they conspired for the DM to have a magic belt come into my possession. (For more on just how much the idea of a perceived boy or man doing something feminine is a thing to be mocked, see my 2022, 2023, and 2024 TRANS REP IN MEDIA REPORTS).

None of us knew what this belt did, and I’m a very “throw caution to the wind” player, so I just put it on. You D&D heads know where this is going, I can see you nodding through space and time because it’s so obvious.

It was a Girdle of Femininity/Masculinity, a “cursed” item which changes the sex/gender of the character who puts it on. Suddenly, my dude was a lady again. Ha ha ha, surprise! Oh man we got you!! They laughed and they laughed. Even our new player, the “actual” girl, laughed. So funny! 

A smile crept across my face. They all thought I was a good sport and also found it funny, but inside…

That synapse was firing. A reprieve. An escape. A blessing! My lifeline returned. I could make it through the horrors of dysphoria through this tiny crack in the walls of reality. He was a she. Again. For real. He was always a she.

Our world isn’t full of magic and dragons, so it’s only a dream. I could never actually be a girl, could I? What I wouldn’t give. If only. So let’s enjoy it while we can.

I played that character until she was level 25, I think. She, uh, “just never got around to” removing the curse of that girdle. Listen, there were monsters to slay and innocent villagers to save! Adventuring is a busy life.

And I never let her go. Because she wasn’t the one who started as a girl, she was the one who the world thought was a man but then, suddenly, a woman! She was me. I wish I could remember what I named her.

So as my friends sat there laughing at what society told them to laugh at, I imagined the skirt of the wizard robe flowing around me again. I felt it on my legs. I wonder if it would spin if I twirled? I bet it would. Wouldn’t that feel cool? 

Let’s vanquish evil and make the world a better place, and if our skirt goes spinny in the process, well… all the better.

My smile grew.

“Okay fine, I’ll be the girl.”

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com

PUSHBACK OVERKILL

Welcome to Trans Tuesday! I wasn’t quite sure what to call today’s topic, as it’s something awful that can happen in a lot of different contexts. But we need to talk about it and it needs a name, so here comes: PUSHBACK OVERKILL.

“Tilly! The hell is ‘pushback overkill?’” I hear you furiously screaming in your head, because I might be mildly telepathic (hey, I could be, you don’t know). And so I shall endeavor to explain.

There’s this… phenomena that happens a lot in the queer and trans community, where people who are so used to fighting for basic things that they need (and deserve!) continue fighting even when it’s not warranted or required, to sometimes terrible outcomes.

And if that seems vague, it’s because it kind of is! This is a tough concept to explain, but I’ve seen it crop up again and again and again, and there’s one specific way it’s hurt a lot of trans people. Which meant it was something I wanted to talk about, but it’s really difficult to talk about a concept that’s so hard to explain.

I can spot it, and I can recognize it, but I can’t really describe it better than I have above. So the best way is to give you some examples, and then I think you’ll get the gist of what I’m talking about.

Let’s start with a non-trans example (although it does brush right up against it in ways I’ll talk about): polyamory, which is having (or desiring) more than one romantic partner at a time. These other partners may also have a sexual relationship, but they also might not. But it’s mostly about romantically loving and being in a relationship with more than one person at a time. The Wikipedia article on it is actually pretty good.

Right up front: I’m not poly. I have no desire to be poly. That doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to people who are not my wife (because I sure am, ladies are just so good and I’m very gay for them). But I do not, and critically, do not want to, pursue having a relationship with them.

I’ve thought about it, explored it to see if I might be poly. I’m surely not! I am hopelessly monogamous and madly in love with my wife. She is the one for me, and by “the one for me” I mean “the ONE for me” because there is but one.

But I have a lot of friends who are poly, especially in the trans and nonbinary community. Does that seem odd to you? It doesn’t to me.

Because trans and nonbinary people have to operate outside the transphobic system we live in, right? We see through the lies of SOCIETAL GASLIGHTING, and find our truths.

And I’ve said this probably hundreds of times in these essays, but I need to say it again here: once you see that the false cis binary matrix of society is a lie, it opens you up to allllll the other lies society tells you. Trans people can see those, and prove them to be lies, better than anyone (and it’s part of what makes us such a threat to Republicans).

So when you’re already outside the system of lies and can see all the other lies society forces us into (like GENDERED CHILDHOODS and THE FALSE DICHOTOMY), things like compulsory cisgenderness and compulsory heterosexuality, you notice there are other things we are compelled to be… even if they’re not true to our personal nature.

And one of those is, without a doubt, compulsory monogamy. Our white supremacist patriarchal society has a vested interest in providing a good woman to every man to do all the unpaid and unacknowledged labor of keeping a house running (and often raising children), which is all wrapped up in it.

So we’re fed lies, by society and the news and our media, that monogamy is the only way humans experience romantic relationships. But that’s demonstrably not true. I know a lot of polyamorous folks, and all of it is consensual with all of their partners. It’s not about cheating or wild sexual encounters (though I suspect some of those happen anyway!), it’s about being a person who falls in love with, and then continues loving and being in a relationship with, multiple people at a time in an ethical, loving way.

And so I get really angry when people try and force monogamy on them, because it’s not who they are. It’s not even a choice they made, it’s just how they experience love and if that’s different from me or you, that’s fine and good and lovely and wonderful. 

But.

Ah, here comes the turn.

I have seen some poly folks in the trans community (here’s where it brushes up against transness) say things akin to everyone is polyamorous, being monogamous is just your choice and don’t force it on me!

Please tell me you see the problem.

Because if being polyamorous isn’t a choice, and being aromantic isn’t a choice…

why on earth would being monogamous be a choice?!

This isn’t even about if I’d choose being monogamous if I could, because I could literally no more choose that than I chose to be trans. It’s just who I am.

Sure lots of other mammals may have multiple sexual or romantic partners (if you can call love between two animals that… and I dunno, maybe you can), but many of them also pick a single other member of their species and mate for life. There are examples of all of this in nature.

And if polyamory isn’t a choice, and being aromantic isn’t a choice, if they’re just who you are, how how how how how can you claim monogamy is a choice?

Are there poly people who choose to have a mono relationship for whatever reason? Sure. But just because they’re in a mono relationship doesn’t change that they’re actually a poly person, right? Just like a bi person in a straight marriage doesn’t make them any less bi.

Do poly people experience discrimination from people who want to force mono relationships on society? Yes. But that doesn’t make mono people nonexistent.

Trans people experience discrimination from people who want to force cisness on society, but that doesn’t mean cis people don’t exist.

Estimates from studies in that Wikipedia link put the poly population at probably around 4-5%, not that much higher than the trans population in terms of percentages. And they’ve been discriminated against and can’t legally marry multiple partners (if that’s a thing they wanted to do), and have had to fight to be seen and recognized and treated equally.

And they’re so used to having to fight for those things that they deserve that sometimes some of them go too far, and right into… pushback overkill.

You’re so used to pushing back so, so hard and having to fight for every single inch, that the need to constantly push back to take up the rightful space you deserve spills over, and you end up doing to innocent people what was just done to you.

I, as a person who is monogamous with it most assuredly not being a choice, who has supported poly people in being treated as equally as mono people are, don’t deserve to be told that my state of being that I had no say in is a “choice” while their way of being is the one true natural one.

Do you see how that’s the exact same thing transphobes do to trans people? That homophobes do to gay people? You pushed back too far, and it went right into overkill.

See what I mean how it’s difficult to explain? In the example I think you can see it clearly, but summing it up succinctly is tough.

But here’s how it’s damaged part of the trans community, and why I wanted to talk about it.

You’ve seen me also say this a hundred times (especially in THIS IS NOT FOR YOU (YES YOU ARE TRANS ENOUGH)), you do not have to medically or socially transition to be trans.

Transitioning is what we do to make ourselves and our lives better, if we can, are able, and want to. But they are not what make us trans.

And we have had to fight so, so, so hard against TRANSMEDICALISM to get that thought into people’s heads. And even still (even still!) today it gets perpetuated in movies (see BAD REPRESENTATION: EMILIA PEREZ) and media, and even carried along by trans people who were taught that medical transition, full and all the way with HRT (and every surgery, was the only way to transition and was what made you trans.

Honestly I’m not even sure if we’re winning the fight against transmedicalism. Some days I think we are, some days I wonder if we ever will. But it is a long, hard fight that good trans people are involved in all the time, because there is no one right way to be trans. None of us without all of us (see TRANS INTERSECTIONALITY).

So what’s the problem?

Perhaps, I imagine, you have seen the threat that trans gender affirming care is presently under in the United States and other countries. Conservative bigots are doing their damndest to erase us from history and public life, and make our care illegal.

This has, rightly, caused a lot of trans folks to worry about the future and the loss of their care. Because for those of us on hormone replacement therapy, losing access to it would forcibly medically detransition us.

And this has caused some within the community, who are seemingly trying to help, to say, “Even if that happens, you don’t have to detransition. You’re still trans!”

Like, yeah, I’m still trans, and it wouldn’t force me to socially detransition… but it would one hundred percent medically detransition me.

Some trans or nonbinary folks are on HRT by choice, as a nice thing to have, but are okay without it. And that’s great! But as I mentioned in the Trans Tuesday on HRT, I (and many others) actually, legitimately need it.

We don’t need it to be trans, we need it to be us. To survive, to feel like we can exist in this world. To hold on to who we are, because without it, the physical and (for me especially) mental changes are key components of making us who we are. It’s a necessary part of our lives, of our bodies, of our very identities.

But some trans folks have taken “you don’t have to be on HRT to be trans” right into pushback overkill, and turned it into “if you lose your HRT it’s not a big deal” and holy shit that could not be more wrong for so many of us.

And the last thing any trans person needs, especially right now, is other trans people telling us that losing the very thing that makes us who we are isn’t a big deal or worth fighting to protect.

What I’m getting at, and it’s something I’ve said a whole lot of times (listen, I gotta repeat the important shit, you understand)… please lead with kindness and compassion. 

Remember there is no one right way to be trans. 

Remember there is no one right way to love other humans. 

Remember that every marginalized community is worth fighting for, and must be fought for.

And remember they must be fought for up until true equality, but not so far beyond that it spills over into hurting innocent people.

None of us without all of us.

Tilly Bridges, end transmission.
tillysbridges@gmail.com