A Tear for the Unreachable: The Fight as a Transsexual Against 'Trans'
Pining for Normalcy: The Reality Behind the Transsexual Struggle
Sometimes, all it takes is a simple, heartwarming image to remind us of what we've lost, or perhaps never had. An image of joy, innocence, and family, encapsulating the deepest human yearnings. But for some, like me, it's a stark reminder of the battles we fight every day and the life we can never truly have.
It’s curious how a simple image can evoke such profound emotions. Recently, a seemingly innocuous advertisement from McDonald's Japan featuring a joyous family resonated with many. For transsexuals, it was a bittersweet reminder of the life we yearn for — a life that remains forever out of reach.
Joy in Simplicity
The advert portrayed nothing extraordinary: just a family, sharing a meal, lost in their own bubble of happiness. Yet, this candid moment of joy felt alien and deeply poignant. It was a reflection of what many have lost in our rapidly evolving society — a sense of community, connectedness, and innocent, unbridled joy.
For transsexuals, such depictions often invoke deeper introspections. While many would see a happy family, we would see layers of personal yearnings and heartaches. The man in the ad? A reminder of a life we wish we could have led, had it not been for the wracking sex dysphoria. The woman? A haunting affirmation that, all over again, it’s as close as we can get to that or nothing at all.
This stark difference between being a transsexual and the narrative the wider 'trans' movement sells is crucial. Their joy of 'becoming' clashes with our pain of 'unable to be there' and 'not quite being.'
The Curse of Dysphoria
While many chase ideologies or materialism, we have always longed for a life unperturbed by the tormenting incongruence of my body and psyche. This isn't something we chose; it's something we were born with. It's called transsexualism. Innocent images of 'normal' families remind us of the life we could've had. A life where we could be the man holding his wife, or the woman leaning onto her husband.
However, our reality, as transsexuals, is far from this ideal. Every step in our path to align our bodies with our experienced selves isn't met with euphoria. It merely serves to dampen the unrelenting pain of dysphoria. And while we’re grateful for the medical interventions available to us, every now and then, we are reminded of the life I can't have.
The Threat of The 'Trans' Agenda
But this fight is not just personal. In this modern world, a horde peddles a narrative that muddles the profound struggle of transsexualism with a fluid, ideological understanding of 'gender identity'. These ideologues risk inflicting upon others the torment transsexuals face daily, without the underlying condition of transsexualism to justify it. Such an act isn't just misleading; it's downright cruel.
In this age of 'trans euphoria', it's crucial to distinguish the real, unchosen struggles of transsexuals from the broader, often confusing narratives of the 'trans' mob. Our fight isn't for superficial validation, but to prevent others from being misled by these narratives and to uphold the reality of the true transsexual experience.
Hope in The Face of Despair
We are no martyrs, but we will not be silenced. Transsexuals don't seek this life of torment; it's thrust upon us. And as the world rushes to embrace the fallacy of 'choose-your-own-gender,' we will scream from the rooftops about the searing anguish it gleefully overlooks.
A transsexual’s life can feel like a cruel joke, an endless marathon towards a mirage. But if there’s one glimmer of purpose amidst the despair, it's the hope that by raw, unfiltered truth-telling, the voices of transsexuals might finally pierce through the smothering blanket of 'transgender' deceit.
I see no comments. That makes me sad.
I also write... but with no feedback it feels like I were whispering into the wind.
The friend who sent me this URL told me you plan to delete your posts. I've also many times considered leaving the discourse, because after I completed treatment the transosphere became just a distracting swamp that has no bearing on my life. But I haven't... and I hope that even if you do, you may let your words remain.
When still desperate and lost my search for information only terrified me. I found saw a circus of desperation that made me feel the end result would be worse than trying to remain an eccentric, member of my birth sex. The conversation revolved around what it meant to be trans, whether one "passed," how "transwomen" were "Real Women" and how society should be more accepting.
The words of two individuals in that swamp, however, sounded completely different. Instead of the tribulations of trying to live as "trans" they simply discussed their lives, work and husbands. To me their words were felt like a sunbeam shining through a dusty window, or a fresh breeze in a dank cavern... and I could not understand why they mostly bought hate from everyone else.
When one contacted me I was electrified. She led me to her old blog, and that of others like her who had stopped writing, and I devoured them. I realized others with the same need as mine had felt like I did, and that crossing over was possible. One did not need to join the circus and become "trans forever."
I cried through many nights as she listened. The knowledge that I was not alone was a relief.
While the authors had stopped writing, their words remained. To me they were like footprints that led to freedom.
What has kept me online is a very occasional message from the very few who tell me they've followed mine and are on their their way to normalcy. I feel your words also to be a bastion of sanity. I hope you may spare them, but even if you don't I thank you for writing them.
And I understand the loneliness.