Hey,
I am trying to find more books on the subject. Especially estrogen for amab, if you don't wanna go full woman, and trying to survive in a country with very limited rights and raging transphobes.

At the moment I'm reading Non-Binary Lives - An Anthology of Intersecting Identities, which is really cool, btw. But I don't know how deeply or effectively it touches on some of these aforementioned subjects.

Thank you!

cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/54227809

Source: https://infosec.exchange/@ryanc/115966143916087955

See also: Hyper Text Coffee Pot Control Protocol

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.blahaj.zone/post/37638260

Non-binary people have been using the existing character"也"with a thing that looks like a Latin X on the side, so they're going with that.

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so idk if sapphic fits me bc im pan so i like women and im a nonbinary fem but “sapphic” or “lesbian relationship” sounds like im just a girl

als kruis­bericht geplaatst vanaf: https://feddit.nl/post/49484885

i cant get them out of my head hfjfjghg my brain and body are mean to me :(

Heya!

I've recently realised that I'm not as cis as I thought. It's amazing, magnificent, and terrifying.
It's crazy how I look back and I see all the signs, and why I suppressed them, and still am to large degree.
Truly, like a left/right brain split. Where I do the gayest shit, but my mind is just like, yeah I'm just a bit different, I just have different taste, etc.

Well, now it's leaking like crazy, even just walking the streets I get the weirdest sensations.

And I'm so excited to get a few wigs with friends and try them on with different styles. Thinking of trying something quite feminine and also more androgynous. I've done this multiple times in the past, but always for a different reason, and always enjoyed it. The first time I even won a prize for best entertainment when I cross-dressed. But this time, it's about identity, and I have quite a few things in mind.

I'm really not sure yet what my gender identity currently is. But gender-fluid seems the best match. I'm happy in my cis male body (so far). but I love my feminine side too. When I feel super free I switch between the two on a whim, or become a mix of both and idk. But it's still in the background somewhere most of the time. Especially currently with mind-numbing pain, it's hard to explore myself. Which is why some optical help with a wig and such should help!

Also a friend wants to do expressive dance with me, which seems super cool as well.

Sorry for the wall-of-text. I hope it's alright to share my excitement here. I tried to register on a well-known forum, but got banned upon completing registration, probably because of my VPN.

Thanks for reading and wish y'all well.

if you have HRT Related queries or advice please check out !diyhrt@lemmy.blahaj.zone, an entire comm for HRT

So for a while I had this pronoun pin with the they/them pronouns on them. This one is actually a replacement for an older pin I bought at the Amsterdam Pride. Question is: do you use pronoun pins to express your preferred pronouns, and if so, do most people respect yours?

I thought this post would be a good start to my new PieFed account. I'm back to talk about myself here again after about 6 months.

I feel like I need to make another one of these for myself because in previous posts here, I have discussed things like imposter syndrome or not valid or worthy enough etc. I read the definitions and found the words for who I am way too late in life. And feel like I've come a long way in a relatively short space of time in this regard.

Right now I feel pretty confident saying that I no longer need validation from anyone. That's not why I'm here talking about myself this time. I am just here to start off this new account by saying to the world that this is who I am. And who I always have been, long before I started seeing characters that I strangely identified with or envied in media and finally started looking up the meaning of things like "non-binary"and reading about myself.

I get validated by the world now. From euphoria to ewwphoria to just connecting dots in my mind and making sense of memories and things I did and things I liked.

Appearance wise, an androgynous question mark is what I wanted and seems to be I've started to achieve, with less effort than I thought it would take. Really I'm returning to my style from after school was out and into my early 20s, before I retreated from the world for a little too long. And I'm not even half way there yet.

But in real world, shop cashiers are occasionally referring to me as not my agab (then getting squirmy and trying to correct themselves); and I'm 100% noticing a lot more men, always men (and always a certain archetype in certain kind of large vehicle) practically fucking leering at me out their windows as they drive past. Like, eyes on the road big guy. Actually everyone is a little different now, or I am and it's all in my head but either way the result is the same. Interactions in the real world are validating as fuck now.

And on mainstream social media, where I've got pictures, people are frequently referring to me with pronouns and words that don't match my agab. And more enlightened people use they/them. And once in a hostile encounter, I got referred to as "it", which bothered me for a while but now I think I'll own that too. And when you talk about something from the past relating to gender issues and someone that I haven't even spoken to since school gives it a thumbs up, it goes a long way.

I'm using a gender neutral name now on those platforms but even with my very gendered real name, at one point I got accused of pretending to be my agab by a dumb bigot. Which you know what, fuck yeah. I am not a 1 or a 0 and people that only understand binary don't know wtf to do with me. Even targeted algorithms and advertising, gross as those things are, are validating as fuck these days to watch try to figure me out.

And yeah, that's it. Like I said at the start, this post was just entirely about myself. And for myself too, I need to put this out into the world somewhere, so thank you for the space to do this. I haven't had any big "coming out" moment (although knowledgeable people will definitely know by now based and things I say and share etc.) and honestly the way I'm planning on doing it is to just be more and more authentically me until it gets to the point where if anyone asks and really needs us spelt out for them, the news won't be shocking and it'll be more of a "well duh" moment.

I just want to end this by saying that you don't owe the world androgyny or have to be GNC to be non-binary. Your identity is who you are, not who you appear to be and you are valid no matter how you look. This is just my own journey and my own way of feeling more like my authentic self. And in current socio-political times, I don't mind my appearance being a protest and a way to tell bullied people that they're safe with me either.

I am who I am, who I always was and who I am inevitably becoming. And I don't need anyone else's permission or approval to be me.

The next day, in the middle of the night, I woke up to a dream about the assistant. It was a simple, innocent dream, really. Just me going to the cemetery and talking to them.

I thought this was an odd dream, as they seemed rather creepy, cold, and wanting nothing to do with me. I guess, however, a part of me thought they had a softer side I could “unlock” if I became friends with them.

In school, they would definitely have been the “weird” kid everyone is scared of and no one bothers to talk to. I’ve always been the type to talk to those people, though, and make sure they had a friend. I guess that was why I wasn’t very popular, but I didn’t care much about popularity anyway.

I realized that I had to do one thing: talk to the assistant.

Feelings of excitement and anxiety bubbled up inside of me.

I got in my car again and drove to Walnut Grove Cemetery, seeing the assistant with their shovel yet again.

“What are you doing here, again?” they asked. Their tone was cold, dry, and deep yet oddly feminine, though I couldn’t tell what gender they were. I didn’t want to get it wrong, however.

“First off, this may seem weird, but what gender are you? Are you a sir? A ma’am?”

“Technically,” they answered, their voice still dry and cool, “I’m none, but you may be neutral or feminine with me if you wish. After all, I was supposed to be…”

They cleared their throat. “...born as a girl.”

“Excellent! I’m (your gender)!”

“Great. Now if you don’t mind, you’re kind of… wasting my time. Like I said yesterday, you’d best go home and not come here for a while. What exactly did you come here to do?”

She was unfriendly and rude, even angry-sounding, so I figured I’d be quick. I was kind of getting nervous, to be honest, though I also still figured she had a softer side, I just needed to be friendly.

“I want… to get to know you more.”

She looked genuinely dumbfounded. “Me?? You want to…” She looked around. “Get to know me more??”

“Yes, you. I don’t believe we properly introduced ourselves, by the way.”

“B-but… I’m just a humble assistant.”

She didn’t seem humble to me, but I guess that was okay.

“I’m (your name).”

“I’m… Kanami Yamamoto. Can we…”

She paused for a little bit.

“Can we…?”

“Can we go for coffee sometime, maybe?”

“It’s a date, then,” I teased.

“What!? I’m not doing this for… you, you know. I’m doing this because you wanted to get to know me.”

“Well, then that is doing it for me. I’m just teasing, anyway.”

She sighed, then laughed. “Oh my God, I thought you were serious.”

She, to be honest, didn’t strike me as the type to laugh. Of course, though, she went right back to being cool. “Anyway, I’m not doing this because of any interest in dating, especially not… someone like you.”

“That’s fine,” I responded. “As long as we can be friends.”

Kanami hesitated for a bit, looking away, before saying “...Sure.”

She looked a bit uncomfortable, but maybe I was misreading the situation. Either way, I didn’t ask. I just stood there, awkwardly in silence.

…

“You’d best go home, I’ve got work to do, it’s getting late… er, early, and…”

I nodded, smiling. “Well, see you!”

“Bye!”

Walking away, a thought suddenly popped into my head. “Wait!”

Kanami cocked her head to the side.

“What’s your phone number?”

All of a sudden, I felt my face turn hot. “I’m… I’m sorry if this is too forward.”

“No worries,” she said, from what I could tell, completely expressionless.

I pulled out my phone and she slowly told me her number, “888-2508”.

“Okay… Bye then.”

“Bye, ma’am.”

And so I drove back home and fell asleep again.

…

I saw this elsewhere and wanted to share it here, the OP asks if you could upvote the thread and maybe add a short supporting comment about how it'd make the game more appealing to you

Prologue

“A…Are you sure?” I stuttered, phone up to my ear.

“Hell yeah!” answered my friend at the end of the line, Mike Roberts.

“I don’t know…” I answered back. “It seems kinda…”

“What?” he scoffed. “You scared?”

Mike is my childhood friend. Ever since kindergarten, he’s tried to find “adventurous” ways to get us into trouble, claiming I was “scared” if I didn’t. Regardless, I still liked and cared about him. He was like a brother to me after all.

I gulped. “No! Of course not!”

“Then what are you waiting for? We’re going to the cemetery in fifteen minutes. It’s already 1:45 a.m.”

That’s right. Mike woke me up in the middle of the night just to do some haunted cemetery crap where we “speak to the dead” or whatever. I don’t believe in it.

I sighed. “Fine.”

“Great. I knew I could get you to agree.” He chuckled mischievously, and I could feel his grin spread from ear to ear.

“Bye, then?”

“Byeee!”

I threw on my favorite shirt and pants, then drove the car I’ve had for four years to the local cemetery, Walnut Grove Cemetery.

I walked down the steps to my house and hopped in my silver Subaru Outback.

I shivered a little in the brisk October air. I should’ve brought a sweater with me.

I drove past all the houses next to each other, several restaurants, apartments, all going by in a blur while my favorite song, (your favorite song) by (that artist), played in the background.

Finally, I arrived to meet Mike at the cemetery. It was cool and obviously dark, as it was two in the morning. There was a large white fence and many graves from as early as 1874 standing by each other.

“You know, with your hair blowing in the breeze like that, you’re very (handsome/beautiful).”

I could tell he was smiling despite the darkness. He teased me a lot, after all.

“Ya ready?” he asked as my foot reached for the entrance of the fence.

I took a deep breath. “As I’ll ever be.”

While on one hand, I’d never done this before, I don’t know why I was so scared. It’s not like we were digging up the corpses or anything, just talking to ghosts I didn’t believe in.

With my phone flashlight, I could see the grave I was standing next to was that of Maria Karlsson, a Swedish-American girl I went to school with who died when we were 13 in a car crash.

“H… Hi.”

No answer. See, Mike? It wasn’t real. Maria was just a corpse rotting in the ground, and she definitely went to Heaven if it even existed.

“HEY!!!”

Mike and I jumped. “Yes, sir? Ma’am… uhhh…”

“Assistant,” said the person. They were carrying a shovel. Their skin was oddly pale, their neck-length hair shaggy and dark brown. Their eyes were a reddish-brown, and they wore a black turtleneck with a white shirt covered in dirt over it.

“Ok then, Assistant. What do you want?” snapped Mike.

“Michael!” I called him Michael, as if he were my own son, when I scolded him. “Let’s not be rude.”

“Take some advice from them,” the assistant replied. “What the hell are y’all even doing here?”

I stared at their blue jeans and black shoes with white soles. “Oh, I’m so, so, sorry. I can explain…”

“We’re here to speak to the dead,” finished Mike, coming up behind me.

The assistant blinked. “Excuse me?”

“He dragged me into this,” I replied.

“I don’t think the dead can talk back to you.”

“Believe me, I don’t either.”

They crossed their arms. “Now, I don’t want to see you two for a long while. You’d best leave.”

Mike sighed. “Fine.”

Walking back to our cars, Mike scoffed. He did that a lot.

“A worker, here to spoil our fun.”

Truth be told, Mike had more fun than I did, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

So I just nodded. “Yeah.”

“I mean, just let us have fun! I want to speak to the dead, maybe even be haunted.”

I nodded again, not quite knowing what to say.

“Well, I’d better get to bed.”

“Me too. That was…” Not fun, but… ”...interesting.”

“Why, thank you, (your name).”

“You’re welcome, Mike.”

And so I got in the car and drove back to my house, driving back past the buildings and watching everything become a blur as my favorite song played yet again.

…

I plopped down on the bed, lying on my back. As I closed my eyes, I saw no one other than the worker.

They were certainly creepy. Almost like a ghost or something with that pale skin. Wow.

I slowly but surely fell asleep.

Like “sparkly cis” (my own term?) or something like that? At first, I started using the pronouns he/him. Then, when I realized that I actually don’t identify as a man and that it didn’t feel right, I started switching to they/them, as I felt like neither a man nor a woman and didn’t feel strongly about gender either way.

Well, I’m fully aware that what’s in one's pants is NOT equivalent to their gender, but the thing is: I don’t really want a penis. I don’t want both. I really want neither, maybe just a hole, but the vagina I have is fine to me because it’s not a penis.

I’m AFAB and identify with feminine terms and neutral terms, like the pronouns she/they. If I’m dating someone, I want to be referred to as “partner” or “girlfriend” but not “boyfriend”. Not “man”, “dude”, or “bro”, though I also see those as gender-neutral, so I’m more okay with those than “boyfriend”.

“Homie” or “friend” is my favorite, though. I don’t even mind just “person”, but I prefer homie or friend like I said.

I feel impostor syndrome or whatever though and it feels like I’m just a cis woman with extra steps or “spicy/sparkly cis”.

I realized when I just didn't really feel like masculine or feminine labels applied to me. I now am fine with feminine or neutral labels but yeah.

It's for anyone whose gender (or lack thereof) isn't described by the M/F binary. It's short and easy, and results are useful in academia, business and self-advocacy.

I am something that you'll never understand

(I Would Die 4 U - Prince)

So, I (18X [possibly genderfluid/masc enby]) posted about liking a guy, I'll call him Kieran to avoid confusion (19M) while in a relationship with "Michael" (24M). Michael and I broke up recently and I've been talking a bit to Kieran. I asked if he wanted to hang out sometime and I know we just could be friends but he said he would love to and I'm panicking!!

I once heard someone describe their gender as "none gender with left girl." (For the uninitiated, it's a reference to this: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/None_Pizza_with_Left_Beef) It's lived rent-free in my hear ever since. Incidentally, it's pretty similar to how I feel about my own gender.

Today is International NonBinary day.

So I bought a sewing machine and tried fitting this old polo:

I highly recommend picking up this skill, it's way easier than I thought it was going to be and the results are just spectacular~

Clothes that fit enbies can be so hard to find, but the trans joy of seeing yourself in something that fits is absolutely worth the work!