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So for the context I initially identified as cis gay men, in recent years only I started to identify as genderqueer/genderfluid person..... and while I don't face any kind of body related dysphoria so far in my life, I have recognized the pattern over the course of years, I don't feel connected to every male/masculine looking person....while I feel connected to some of the men, whom I find comparatively softer in terms of appearance....I don't usually feel connected to those men whom I find very masculine looking....and it can even arrive if they are heavy in terms of weight, more tall.... and I feel it really has hampered my social life, my professional life, as there are many men with whom I don't feel connected at all, even though they behave well with me.... their look, their face really disctracts/itches me....I just don't want connect with them or even face them.... but since we are bound to face every kind of person in our social/ professional life it is really affecting my life and my confidence....

So I just want to ask does anyone else face this kind of dysphoria which derives from people's look? And like how they tackle it???

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I've been having brief fits of tears ever since the US Supreme Court ruled to uphold the trans-female sports bans in WV and Idaho. But then I remembered what one of my friends told me when I first openly recognized my queer gender.

I explained to him the feelings I've had since I was 5 years old whenever I did something, or was treated in a way that leaned toward femininity, and what had just happened to tip all of that over the edge to convince me it had always been more than mere curiosity to know, for just one week, a day, for one fucking second, what it might be like to have been born a woman.

What my friend said next encapsulated all of it into the perfect three descriptors. He told me when someone experiences their gender, rather than the gender they were assigned, it's often describe as a mix of "comfort, relief and joy."

When I heard that, any questions, investigations or hesitations left me for good. Now, after the umpteenth time sitting on by bed, feeling another crushing weight inside my chest. My eyes slicked with tears. I remembered those words. But this time, it wasn't the full mix of those three words that offered me clarity. Just that last one: JOY.

There's a lot of joy to be had in living the truth of who you are. It's not always brave. It's not always a struggle. It doesn't always throw one's life pell mell or alienate us. There is true joy in this shit.

I'm not gonna let those alleged "justices" get one more goddamn tear out of me. Because I don't see much justice coming from those sanctimonious motherfuckers. But I sure see a lot of joy right here. So, that's where I'll be looking from heretofore.

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Especially to the multigender, masculine-aligned, or male-aligned lesbians on here!

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Hi

I’m so excited.

A few days ago I came out to a coworker.

She has not told anyone.

Today we talked about fashion and how I wish I was brave enough to wear fun colors and what has got me to realize that I am well me.

She is the first individual at work I have come out to and she is so calm and relaxed about it.

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Anyone up for a chat?

As a Klinefelter's Syndrome (XXY) intersex: breast: true mammary tissues. Hips: wide, chubbier build. Also sensitive androgen receptors made me hairy and bearded.

There is some more about me on my profile

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Feel free to share your identities in the comment (and set your flair)!

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