I'm still not sure I identify as "trans", although I've slowly but surely begun to realize that perhaps I've been avoiding that identity because it scares me. I've identified as genderqueer pretty much the moment I heard that term, in the mid-late 90s. Before people began to talk about gender fluidity and multiple gender identities, I didn't really have language to talk about what was going on inside of myself.
As I said before, I don't have the narrative of "a man trapped in a woman's body." I've never quite felt that, even as I've felt, for a very long time (as long as I can remember) a boy, and then a man, somewhere buried inside there.
I have had gender dysphoria for as long as I can remember. In all of my years of working on getting to be friends with my body, the dysphoria has only gotten worse, not better.
And fully accepting my dysphoria is what has allowed me to come to the place of wanting to do something about it - wanting to present differently in the world. And presenting differently to the world, in this world, at this time, means, basically, that I am trans.
And perhaps that's the problem. That's the rub. Because our society is so divided by gender, I can't just choose to present another part of myself that's so present for me without changing my relationship with the world.
I'm getting used to that - used to this idea if I want Maxwell to have his time in this world, the world will not see him in the same way as it sees Pearl (not my real given first name). Max can't live in exactly the same way as Pearl has lived in the world. The same spaces will not feel safe to Max as they did to Pearl . And, more importantly, in many ways, Max will not feel as safe to some people as Pearl does.