shapelessink

Queer artist & writer

  • He/She/They/It

Alexandra/Lexi
MFBC Archival Creature
I write and draw horny freak shit and also stuff that makes you cry - as I am wont to do.
"Can't a boy be confusing?"


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There really was a moment during my very first few days of recovery from bottom surgery where I felt unbelievably secure in my masculinity, what elements of it exist. Its a comfort I suppose? Like I had already started getting less averse to masc terms, titles, and pronouns and then the gauze came off, and the nurse held up the mirror, and there was a moment where I could see all of me at once and battered and bruised and sleepy as I looked, I felt complete in a way I didn't expect.

I've talked a little bit before about how I hated the strictness of the medicalized gender binary, that I was probably refused care on the grounds that I didn't meet the requirements my clinician needed me to fill out. Its kind of vindicating then to go through this entire journey (one that's still going) and do something radical like getting specifically feminising bottom surgery and then just a switch flicking in my head and going "I make a pretty good guy"

Gender is weird, and the more I mould my body in one direction the more I feel comfortable embracing the terms and elements usually reserved for the opposite, or even none at all. I'm just me. I made these conscious decisions to follow what felt right and in so doing I feel like I've seen language in a new light.


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