I am a coyote girl. I’m a queer little fae one who likes to walk barefoot in the grass. I love urban fantasy and a little sci-fi, and sometimes trashy romance novels. I am a gamer (though I kinda suck at ‘em) and a blogger and an RPer. I am poly and in love with two amazing women who make my life better just by being themselves. I like Doctor Who and Glee and Criminal Minds and Fringe and My Little Pony. I work in an adult bookstore and love it. I love to write, and I live to sing. And I am trans*.
…Yeah, in my first draft of this post I had this bit about how you’re probably surprised, and then Aub and Jaqui proceeded to be ABSOLUTELY NOT SURPRISED AT ALL (Aub called me anticlimactic. ANTICLIMACTIC!) so I won’t presume to know whether you’re surprised or not.
And yeah, I am a bit of an odd duck, even among the odd duck trans* folks I know. I love my breasts and my feminine curves. I still consider myself a coyote girl despite the fact that I am not, in fact, a girl (figure that one out). I have no desire or plans to have surgery or take hormones.
But just because I am not a “normal” guy doesn’t mean I’m not a guy. When I was 13, my favourite activity was to wear a too-small sports bra, dress in baggy cargo pants and an over-large hoodie, go to the mall with my guy friends, and basically get “mistaken” for a teenaged boy. It felt good. Not just fun, not just amusing, but good. And back then, I didn’t even know what being trans* WAS, so unlike my attraction to girls, I never really fought it. Especially ’cause I still liked pretty things, girly things, dresses and makeup (sometimes), so even after I learned the very basics of what being trans* entails, I still didn’t feel like it applied to me. I mean, would I LIKE to be considered a guy? Yeah, I thought, that’d be awesome, but I can’t be trans*. I like being a girl too much.
It’s taken some time, but over the past few years, I’ve grown more and more sure that I’m just a guy who happens to enjoy having what is generally considered “female” anatomy. And still I haven’t said anything. But a few things have happened recently to push me to actually coming out.
The first is the simple feeling of new beginnings permeating my life, with Aub and I moving into our new house, getting our new car, doing domestic stuff like cooking dinner and painting walls and pulling up carpet.
The second is that my wonderful friend O, one of the sexiest women I know, recently came out to the WoW blogging community as trans. This has changed not a thing about how I think or feel about her (she is a sexy lady, full stop), but the fact that she just sat us down and told us meant more to me than I could express when she posted that.
And third, earlier today I came across a tumblr (which I’ve lost since) of a guy who felt no need to “pass” as traditionally male. He, like me, has no desire for surgery or hormones. He wears some clothes that would generally be considered “girly”. He has longish hair, dyes it fabulous colours, and wears amazing theatrical makeup. He doesn’t look like what I would usually peg as a guy, but looking at his pictures, he very much is. Maybe it’s just my habit of interpreting people as they want to be interpreted, but even with his long pink hair, lipstick, eyeshadow, barrettes, and a corset showing off his cleavage, he read as absolutely a guy to me. Not a MASCULINE guy, because he doesn’t want to be, but still a guy.
And damn if it didn’t make me go “…well, if he can be out…”
So, after much much much debate and waffling and flailing and needing moral support from my girls (you know who you are), I have decided (obviously) to come out as a transgendered man, with all my quirks and unique takes on what it means to be a guy.
So I have two requests for you, my friends:
1) My name is Matthew. You can call me that, or Mat (note the one T), or Mattie.I do go by Apple in a few places, and personally I do not feel weird about being called Apple while being a guy. If you want to keep calling me Apple or call me Mat, that’s up to you, I’ll take either one. :)
2) I’m a guy. Please use male pronouns when you’re talking about me. He/him/his.
I know this is kind of a lot to just suddenly announce. I know it’s gonna take some work to remember to use the right name/pronouns, especially for anyone who’s never had a trans* friend or family member begin whatever their form of transition was. And I’m not gonna bite your head off if you slip up every once in a while, so don’t feel bad if it happens. I do it, too, to friends that I KNOW don’t belong to those pronouns, but it just slips. All you need to do is correct yourself, try not to slip up next time, move on.
Anyway… yes. I love you all, I’m still me. Same me as I was this morning when you thought I was a girl. I was terrified of making this post earlier. I’m glad I got to talk to my girls, because I’m surprisingly not afraid of making it now.
If you’ve got any questions, leave a comment, I’ll do my best to answer. And though I would be shocked if any of you guys were douchebags about this (I know you guys and you rock!), if anyone IS, I’ll sic my attack squad on you. Trust me, you don’t want to piss them off.