Tucute; what it is and why it’s wrong.

watsly:

Oh Tumblr, oh Tumblr, what a thing you have managed to make! I wasn’t aware of the Tucute / Truscum community ”war” until a little while ago. Hell, I didn’t even know what a Tucute or a Truscum was until a few days ago. I only found courage to speak up a few hours ago and put out what exactly it is and why it’s dehumanizing to everyone involved. After jumping from various Tucute blogs and seeing how they react to trans* issues (see; a unholy amount of ftm trans hating coming from tucute members) and finding the source of this entire unsophisticated mess (some magical girl blog?) I figured that Truscum must be a really, really cruel bunch of people if a group of people who commonly hate on members of the very community they ‘protect from those evil truscum members!!!’ was created to battle against them. But who am I kidding? Fucking Tumblr, man. You guys had to segregate a community you have no right to be in. “Truscum” members are just people who actually suffer from Dysphoria and feel as though it’s necessary to be labelled as a Trans* member (which is entirely true, the actual fucking meaning of Transgender being someone suffering from Gender Dysphoria) and attacking them relentlessly, only for when they respond to say they’re abusing them. Let me put this easy for those of you hounding Truscum members - or whatever the absolute fuck you want to call them. You have no right to be in a community just because you want to. If you do not suffer from dysphoria, stop fucking dragging the goddamn trans* community down with you. You’re making us out to be a joke. Our problems with gender is not some new fucking fashion statement you can proudly display across your sweaty chest and call yourself part of the trans* community. Let me reiterate that. Do not use Trans* issues and problems as a fucking fashion statement. I don’t care if you’re some cis white girl without a single problem under her belt and want to feel ‘special’. I don’t care if you’re up-down-right-and-centre adamant on keeping your special little badge of ‘adequacy’ and calling yourself out to be something that you cannot be. Stop taking away my rights by making the trans* community into a joke with your bullshit, stop fucking labelling yourself as trans*, stop fucking hounding people who don’t believe you deserve to be apart of the trans* group. So, for the last fucking time. Stop calling yourself Trans* if you do not suffer from dysphoria, stop dragging actual Trans* members into your little petty war with who can get the most oppressed points, and stop fucking making a community that has only started to get public eye into a joke. Thanks.

That. ALL THAT.

And some people believe transtrenders, these tucutes don’t cause any trouble at all.

And these are the same people who are up in arms about cultural appropriation. Isn’t this some form of appropriation? Taking what isn’t rightfully yours?

Dysphoria is the defining factor of a transgender person. It’s why they want to TRANSition. It’s why they’re called TRANS in the first place, fuckwits. It doesn’t have to be crippling “I hate my body ugh I can’t look at myself naked” (And I do know some trans people whose dysphoria is that bad). On a 10 is an “I can’t see myself naked” to 1 is a “I don’t feel right in this body”, I’m probably a 5-7. I can see myself naked but it just doesn’t feel right. Specially with my chest. That’s dysphoria. Not “omg I don’t want to be human I want to be a rabbit/sunflower/magical girl” or whatever these tucutes are on I don’t even know. Do I want to transition? Yes. Yes I do but I can’t right now because $35 is a lot of money for getting an appointment for the one guy in the country who is licensed to do gender therapy for transgender folk. Let’s not even get started on T and operations and– ARGH.

The point is, I agree with watsly. The more I look at it, the more I see tucutes acting like being transgender is a cute little accessory they can put on. You’re comfy with your body but you like girls even if you’re a girl yourself? Congratulations, you could be a lesbian. You like boys but you’re a boy? Good on you, you might be a homosexual man. You like the opposite gender? That makes you a terrible hetero person and that’s bad because all hetero people are transphobic and evil. :( Be trans instead. That’s cooler.

Except… it’s not.

It’s not cool to be trans. It’s not cool to wake up and see these parts of you that you feel so uncomfortable with having that you would wish cancer on yourself just to have them taken away. It’s not cool to have to struggle with the longing to tell your parents that you’re not the right gender because you want to trust them and want to open up to them but you’re afraid it’ll just add to the laundry list of things you’ve already disappointed them with. It’s not cool to have known you were one thing from birth but everyone else and your own body telling you you’re not and that you were supposed to be a certain way because that’s what you looked like from the outside.

It’s not cool to be trans.

If I had a choice, if being trans WAS a choice I would choose to be cis.

I didn’t wake up one day and decide “Hey, I think I’m gonna be trans from now on”. It was a slow revelation. When I was younger, I identified as lesbian because I was female bodied and I was under the impression transgender = transvestite and was only a term used for men who liked dressing up as women. (Blame my closed minded country for that and our love of stereotypes) I used to refer to myself as a tomboy lesbian. That’s what my grandma used to call me when I acted like a boy… or rather acted unladylike. But those labels didn’t feel right. This body didn’t feel right, even more when the boobs grew in and I decided I didn’t want them and the weight and the trouble and the attention they brought me. It was only when I was exposed to the idea of being trans that I started to wonder “maybe this is what I am”.

There’s a difference between exploring your sexuality and accessorizing it. I’ve been there. I’m still there. Exploring is “maybe I like girls? Maybe I like boys? Maybe what I feel with my body is what they call dysphoria? Maybe it isn’t.” not “Cells are important things to me and thus my pronouns are cell/cell/cellself”.

Every day I wish I was happy with my body. I don't hate it like how the tucutes seem to think dysphoria is. I like my arms and my legs. I like my skin tone. The sexy bits though, or at least what are referred to as sexy bits, they feel weird on me. Weird enough for me to feel uncomfortable with them. Weird enough that I never feel any pleasure when my partners used to touch my chest during sex. Weird enough that I have problems referring to these globules of inconvenience as breasts.

Call me truscum.

I don’t care.

I’ll fucking own it.