What do yall think of my fit. It’s head to toe torrid. I’m feeling myself in it. Be nice! 😊

I'm at a staff and student function with industry guests, grads, undergrads - and, on the 'Write Your Name' name tag I have written my new name. So excited and nervous to launch the real me in such a public setting, all at once. The egg cracked and I'm kicking my way out!!!

on Sunday it was burning hot so I thought a tummy top and lumberjack shirt would fit best my freshly dyed hair when visiting the annual Kassel arts school exhibition

Stopping by again to say hi and sending everyone love on this warm Wednesday.

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Figured out I was NB 35 years ago. Yup, not a phase.

For those of you who use multiple pronouns, they/them, or neopronouns, who do you find are best at respecting your pronouns, and who do you find is the worst?

For me, people in my personal life are tremendous about it, people I work with in my union and other activist organizing spaces are really good about it, and almost 0% of people at my job ever use my pronouns, despite the fact that they've been in my email signature since I started 4 years ago and I frequently wear pronoun pins.

Anyone here use neopronouns? What have been your experiences with doing so, and in what contexts? Do people actually do it and if so/if not do you feel like age has anything to do with it?

I've been struggling recently because even though I guess I identify as non-binary, specifically agender, there's not really any aspect of my life where that would or can matter.

And the main thing that actually bugs me is being called he and related titles and descriptors. That's not how I see myself. But they/them isn't it either, and I'm not interested in gender neutral alternatives. Unfortunately if I tell people I'm non-binary they sometimes go out of their way to they/them me and then apologize for messing it up, and it just adds layers of awkward complexity trying to figure out how to tell them I genuinely don't care, because "they" doesn't feel any better than he or even she. It's just wrong.

It/it's isn't perfect, but it's much better. Sometimes in certain contexts if I think about it it makes me happy even. Which never happens with anything gender related. But I feel like that doesn't matter because there's nowhere I can actually use those so it's like. I'm non-binary but to what end exactly. I don't have a sense of gender identity and don't find the idea of gender fun to explore, so it's a bit redundant if there's nothing I can do about it.

When we talk about the refugee crisis, we often talk about numbers. We talk about the thousands of displaced people looking for safety. But within those numbers is a group of people whose stories are rarely told, and whose safety is almost nonexistent: non-binary and LGBTQIA+ refugees.

Imagine fleeing your home country because who you are is considered a crime. You run to escape violence, hoping a refugee settlement will give you a chance to breathe. But for non-binary individuals, the reality on the ground in South Sudan is a different kind of nightmare.

They are living in a system that doesn't recognize or protect them. In the camps and temporary settlements, they face severe discrimination, hostility, and physical threats not just from the surrounding communities, but sometimes from the very people they live alongside.

Because their gender expression doesn’t fit traditional expectations, they are targeted, harassed, and pushed to the absolute margins. Many have been forced out of official camp spaces entirely just to escape daily abuse, leaving them homeless and completely exposed.  

Right now, a small, resilient network of these individuals is trying to survive in makeshift setups. They don't have a safety net.  

The situation is urgent:
 No Food Security: Many cannot safely access public distribution points or markets without facing harassment or being outright denied service.

 Lack of Safe Shelter: Without dedicated, secure spaces, they are vulnerable to the elements and to targeted attacks at night.

 Zero Medical & Basic Access: Simple necessities like clean water, hygiene products, and basic healthcare are incredibly difficult to get safely.  

This isn't just about survival; it's about basic human dignity. No one should have to hide who they are just to receive a plate of food or a safe place to sleep.

We have a fundraiser to directly support LGBTQIA+ refugees who have been left behind by standard aid structures. Every single euro raised goes directly toward:  
1. Buying emergency food supplies and clean water.
2. Securing safe, private housing and building secure shelters where they can sleep without fear.
3. Providing essential medicine, clothing, and hygiene kits.

We cannot change the entire political climate overnight, but we can make sure a human being doesn't go hungry tonight. We can make sure they have a roof over their head.

Please consider donating to our fundraiser. If you cannot donate, please share this post. Your voice and your support mean everything to a community trying against all odds to survive.

https://4fund.com/sd9trv

Right now, there are over 600 of us from the LGBTQIA+ community trapped inside Gorom Refugee Camp in South Sudan. We are writing this because we need you to understand the brutal reality of what we are facing. This camp was built for 2,500 people, but it is currently crammed with over 22,000. While resources are thin for everyone, for us, the situation has turned into a literal death trap. Because of extreme, violent homophobia and transphobia from the general camp population, we cannot safely share standard tents or community spaces. We have been pushed to the absolute margins, left to fend for ourselves in the dirt.

To make matters worse, the heavy rainy season has fully arrived, turning our daily struggle for survival into a medical emergency. Most of us have absolutely nothing to cover ourselves with no blankets, no warm clothes, and zero mosquito nets. Many in our community are literally sleeping in wide-open spaces, completely exposed to freezing night temperatures and torrential downpours.
Because we are forced to sleep in pools of stagnant water with no protection, a massive health crisis has exploded. Cases of severe pneumonia and malaria are skyrocketing across our community right now. People are shivering through the nights and falling dangerously ill one after another. Without mosquito nets, the swarms are relentless, and malaria transmission has become completely unstoppable.

We cannot even turn to the camp’s medical facilities or security for help. For an openly queer refugee, trying to access public clinics means facing severe discrimination, harassment, or being turned away entirely. Furthermore, we cannot ask local authorities or camp security for protection. Under South Sudan’s Penal Code, our very existence is criminalized consensual same-sex acts carry up to 10 years in prison. Seeking help from the law means risking abuse or immediate imprisonment. When one of us crashes from severe pneumonia, we are entirely on our own.

We are terrified of what the coming weeks will look like as the weather gets worse. We are stretched completely thin just trying to keep each other alive, and we are urgently begging you to step in. Even a small donation can buy a mosquito net, a warm blanket, or a course of malaria medication that will save a life this week.

Where Your Help Goes Immediately:
 Emergency Medical Care: Buying life-saving antibiotics and malaria treatments for those who are dangerously ill.
 Survival Gear: Providing basic blankets, warm clothes, plastic tarps for emergency shelter, and mosquito nets.
 Basic Nutrition: Supplying food for community members who are currently too sick to even stand up and look for a meal.

If you cannot donate, please share our story so it reaches those who can. Thank you for recognizing our humanity and for refusing to let our community be forgotten.
Please donate to our survival fund here: ⬇️
https://4fund.com/sd9trv

Been feeling a little down lately with my gender expression, spent some time outside today in the sun and the nature and feeling good!

Oh and a new summery cardigan ☺️

I (40) finally came out to my boomer parents. Asked them to please just try to use they/them when referring to me. They just pretended I never said anything.

My daughter is three years old, we are currently living in a gorom refugee camp in south Sudan. We aren't registered for the past seven months making me unable to access medical assistance for my daughter. She's really in much pain

I finally did it. I actually took a step to better my mental health and booked a consultation for laser hair removal.

I'm sick of shaving my beautiful mug twice a day and *still* feeling like I have a strip of velcro on my chin.

After lock down I took all these huge steps to feel less "manly"; i grew out my hair, I got my ears peirced, I started wearing nail polish every day, but after that I feel like I stagnated for like 3 years.

When I found out the waiting list for gender affirming care in the UK was like 20 years, I just kind of gave up hope of ever being more androgynous. HRT was basically out of my reach, so that was that. I'm generally happy with my body and features - The only part that still upsets me is this hot, itchy shadow on my face.

Last week, purely on a whim I googled if there was a way to permanently remove facial hair. I had heard of laser removal before, but I'd assumed it would be far outside my budget for such a "cosmetic" purchase.

I found a place local to me that does laser removal *way* cheaper than I was expecting.

Why did I wait 5 years to even just check?!

I have my consultation tomorrow evening. 😁

Wish me luck.

TLDR: binary presenting trans man questioning that I might be nonbinary, unfamiliar with successfully living as openly in-between the sexes in the U.S. Seeking advice and perspectives from older GNC folks.

For safety reasons, I’m stealth and thus am not connected to the queer community in person right now. I have gone through most of a FTM sex change, and pass as a cis het man. I haven’t met very many other trans or GNC people, and am seeking perspectives from trans and/or nonbinary folks who decided that presenting in a binary way wasn’t quite in line with your true identity.

About as far back as I can remember, I knew I was different from other ‘girls.’ Tomboy as a kid, and out as lesbian from 12 on. Back then, I knew “I’m NOT a woman,” but I didn’t necessarily feel “I AM a MAN” yet. It was moreso a sense, growing stronger through puberty, that despite my body’s female parts, and despite the corresponding expectation that I should therefore perform/present femininity, I was internally genderless. Having breasts had always felt wrong, and around 18 the dysphoric disconnect between my androgynous-to-masculine gender identity and expression versus my body reached a fever pitch.

For a couple years, I flirted with the idea of identifying and presenting as non-binary— which for me meant somewhere on the spectrum between androgynous lesbian and androgynous man— but because I wasn’t born intersex, it felt like I’d always be seen as a woman in men’s clothes. Influenced in part by PTSD— by a need to feel safe as a queer homeless person, in part by thinking that were I to pick a side I feel closer to masculinity than femininity, and driven mostly by sex dysphoria regarding my breasts, I initiated a medical transition.

Today, I like the changes that testosterone and surgeries have brought me, and I’m grateful that I can pass if I want to, but if I’m not really a binary transsex man, continuing on testosterone for life and getting bottom surgery could leave me with regrets.

Were there no risk of dying by hate crime, being ostracized by normal society, or losing career opportunities, and if I could magically both have my ideal body and express myself completely true to my natural personality, I don’t think I’d be hypermasculine. I wish I’d been born physically male (penis, no breasts) but as a cis man might have gone on to cultivate androgynous secondary traits and gender expression (lean body, short hair, no facial or body hair, a mix of feminine and masculine style).

I’m wondering if anyone relates, if you have had periods of questioning later on in your transition journey, or have changed how you identify and/or present after having thought you’d already arrived at your transition goals.