ridetheworldline:

Trans dude: puts on a binder and wears a sweater

Society: this is clearly a cis male



Trans girl: spends two hours doing make up, tucking, shaving, choosing an outfit, and plucking eyebrows.

Society: no this is a dude pretending to be a girl I can tell by the poorly hidden Adam’s apple and how the facial features are too square, additionally the infrared scans I picked up show patterns not typical for cis women. I have already alerted the authorities of this injustice.

As a transman, go fuck yourself. People don’t even look at my chest, they look at my face and immediately see me as a female. It also doesn’t help that I’m short, have an hour glass figure, and a high voice. Quit trying to make being trans into an oppression contest.



How OP thinks it works: Trans dude: puts on a binder and wears a sweater

Society: this is clearly a cis male

How it actually works: (Passing) trans dude: puts on a binder and wears a sweater

Society: this is clearly a cis male 12 year old kid. Where are your parents sweetie? :)

Me: *spends a million years trying to look masculine*

Society: hello, butch lesbian!

Me: *puts on binder and guy clothes and practices walking like a male and deepening my voice for fucking hours* Society: Hello confused lesbian kid, get it together

let me fucking tell you something. i am a trans guy, and i have an abnormally-shaped ribcage. my upper ribs actually fan outwards a bit, and this unfortunately renders chest binders nearly useless for me. all it will end up doing is making me look like i have smaller breasts; it does not help flatten them in any way. i used to be so desperate to bind them that i wore two binders at once and actually blacked out at a restaurant because i was so desperate to pass that i was willing to sacrifice NORMAL BREATHING.



since binders don’t work for me, i have to resort to other ways to get my identity across to the general public. i’ve tried contouring with makeup. i’ve tried thickening my eyebrows. i have desperately tried to lower my voice but i have lost track of all the times that i’ve had to seek solace in a public restroom where i just grip the sink in my hands like i’m trying to shatter it because i can feel myself falling apart at the seams.



no one, i repeat, no one, no one to this day has ever, ever seen me as a male unless i have corrected them after the fact that they call me a female. my voice will always be flutey and high-pitched. my facial features will always be soft and delicate and adorably baby-faced. i will never be able to bind my chest unless i do the unthinkable and use ace bandages, which i’ve already bought for the sole purpose of doing so. people on tumblr is one thing, because they get to see my blog page, my about page, my preferred pronouns before speaking to me. i don’t get that privilege in real life, where things actually matter. i have been disrespected at jobs because people think they are having to employ some idiotic butch lesbian. customers i’ve assisted give me weird looks because my voice, face, and body don’t match the clothes i’m wearing.



so yeah, i could slap a binder on and a sweater, and i’d still get mistaken for a small-chested lesbian with a mohawk.



don’t fucking assume that trans men have everything made for them, because we fucking don’t. being transgender isn’t a fucking difficulty competition, you stupid fuck. i’m fucking upset right now knowing that over 6k people think that trans men can pass just by putting on a binder. you don’t even fucking understand. fuck you.