sulo 🏳️‍⚧️

@crombld.bsky.social

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he/him | illustrator & zine designer 💌 suloliquy@gmail.com

instagram post which reads: 🏳️‍⚧️ happy (late...) trans day of visibility! i am not very good with dates so i was not aware that march 31st was TDOV 💀 regardless i am very happy to see and be seen by others. i talked a little bit about this in an earlier post, but i think that being trans is defined by a desire for (physical, social) change, rather than the uniquely transgender lows we experience. however that is mostly because i am very lucky not to experience much intensely /painful/ dysphoria. i hear from many of my friends that it's a debilitating feeling to experience: being unable to escape the prison of their own flesh. while i don't feel too pained about the body i have -- nor do i have much issue being accidentally identified as a woman -- i still feel very disconnected from it. i often find myself thinking "it'd be nice if (i could lose my chest / i was taller / my hair didn't grow out so fast / i had broader shoulders / i had bigger arms / i had thicker skin)". i also find myself thinking "i still like (the way my singing voice sounds / pretty jewellery / long skirts in the summer / my soft face / smooth skin)", which leaves me in this position where i don't wanna lose what i have to gain an idea of what i could be. for Me, i am ok with that compromise. i am only ok with it because beyond this cage of flesh and bone, i am happy to be seen and understood by people who are looking past my skin, loved for all my multitudes. i have mostly given up on trying to do much with my appearance (as of right now), but i am being fulfilled by my friendships and other trans works. they will make room in their homes for me to cry my trans tears. and they will make an effort to grow my trans smile in being known by them, my heart briefly escapes my body, and feverishly skips under a sky so brillantly blue that you'd never think i was capable of feeling sad. so thank you, my friends