The Re-Transing of Male Miriam

So I decided to stop being a transwoman. I wasn’t wanting to write about this at first, but a friend expressed his feeling that others may find my narrative helpful. At the very least, writing it is helpful to me. My reasons for this, and the goals this alludes to, are complex. A further problem is, I’m not sure exactly what “de/retransition” as a concept entails.

One step at a time, I say. First step was to stop thinking of myself as a kind of woman, including the idea of myself as a transwoman. Second step meant not going into women’s spaces. As a male, I shouldn’t be invading women’s sex-segregated spaces, and fear of reprisal by other men if I don’t is simply shifting responsibility for male problems onto women. Third step is telling people I’m a man, and don’t identify as trans. The first one was easy since I had been building up to it for a while anyhow; the second was/is difficult, but the emotions involved are comparatively simple (fear, embarrassment, anxiety) and have straightforward resolutions.

The third, telling people I’m a man, has proven tricky, because it is connected to the degree with which others perceive me as feminine. Clearly they do, since people literally argue with me about my “identity” and have a habit of just sticking me in the Woman Box for convenience. That many of these people have been LGBTQ just shows the investment in notions of biological essentialism within the queer framework of “trans.”

Feminine = female, because the alternative of being a man who displays femininity as a man is too horrible to contemplate. Like the friend who told me that going into the men’s restroom would be demeaning to me. I can already see from reactions of my customers that I’m more socially acceptable as a man who’s tryin reel hard to be a women rather than as some weirdo dude with a feminine self-expression.

I suspect affirming myself as male is something I’ll get better at doing once I become more comfortable with it – the end goal for this one is to project a lightheartedness about the absurdity of gender roles, and use my self-expression to poke at the sanctity of patriarchal norms, as described by the following quote from an article titled “Lesbian Feminism and the Gay Rights Movement:”

“There is a gentler politic which lies behind some gay men’s affectation of the feminine. It can be a kind of fun which involves mockery not of women or of straight men but of the whole institution of gender–a deliberately irreverent fooling around with one of the most sacred foolishnesses of phallocratic culture. This may be the necessarily lighthearted political action of a gender rebel rather than an exercise of masculinity. Certain kinds of lightheartedness in connection with what is, after all, the paraphernalia of women’s oppression can become a rather bad joke. But when the silliness stays put as a good joke on patriarchy it betrays a potentially revolutionary levity about the serious matter of manhood and thus may express a politics more congenial to feminism than most gay politics.”

Easier said than done, certainly – but I think keeping this concept in mind may help me navigate the relationship between self-expression and social perception/judgement. However, there is a caveat here: the quote is speaking of feminine “affectation” – clearly, all aspects of a man that are considered feminine by society are not affectations. Many or most, depending upon the man, could simply be personality traits, some of which are rooted in culture and some which may not be. There were many behaviors I censored in childhood when I learned they invoked negative reactions in others – such as wearing jewelry, and trying to be physically/sexually intimate with other boys. Wanting other men to fuck me is hardly an affectation, although it is certainly associated with the oppressive social role that women are forced into.

I like beautiful things. Jewelry made by my own hands out of natural wood and shell beads, sometimes silver metal twisted into odd spirals…although of course I don’t always wear my own. Basically every human likes jewelry in some form or fashion, whether on themselves or other people, or both. Where is the line between affectation and self-expression here? I don’t see this as an affectation of the feminine – yet, I cannot ignore that the rest of society does see it that way, and gender is coded based upon the perceptions of other people, not my self-identity. Given that I know how my behaviors are perceived by others (in general) I cannot help but feel a responsibility to question my motivations for expressing myself in a decidedly feminine manner.

However, not caring about “passing” and going into men’s spaces has led to the culling of certain behaviors that were not there for my benefit or self-expression, but rather were intended to convince others that I was female. As one example, I’ve dropped my voice to a range that is somewhat androgynous, although I have a habit of using “male” and “female” voices in a single sentence if I’m feeling expressive. Or if I’ve been drinking! Depending on how my mood influences my manner of speech, I can be gendered either male or female.

Although the difference now is when I get gendered male, it’s not because they call me “sir.” They don’t call me anything. I know because they often get uneasy, like they don’t know what I’m supposed to be. It’s an uncanny experience.

“The voice” posed an interesting question for me. In the context of “detransition” (assuming that’s even what I’m doing or trying to do, hell if I know) the traditional idea of “goin’ back to bein a dude” would involve using my natural male voice. Well, hold up a second – my “natural” voice includes pitches and resonances that are read as “female” if used persistently, as well as all those rumbly read-as-male pitches. Depending on the context and what I’m trying to express, I will use different pitch and resonance to convey the emotional content of my words. Using my full range of vocal expression is my natural male voice! I’m simply choosing not to limit myself based on notions of what a man or woman is “supposed” to sound like. If I’m trying to keep true to the intent of the quote from above, I think this qualifies as a “good joke on patriarchy,” especially because it’s simply me, being me. A more expressive me.

Limiting my self-expression based upon some obligation to represent myself as someone easily understood to be a man by others is antithetical to my goals. It would involve falling back on conservative notions of gender. Seriously, fuck that. I transitioned not only because of a desire to not be physically male, but also because I felt unable (unwilling?) to express myself as a man in this society. Two years of transition, and I realize that being a man trying to be a woman was limiting in simply a different way. I went from one box to another, because I was still operating within the framework of the gender straightjacket.

Not that I’m somehow operating outside it just by force of wishing…but I’m trying to find a more honest way of living within a gendered society, a better answer. I don’t know quite yet what that “better answer” is, but I know it doesn’t involve conforming to a gender identity of some sort – or even to the incredible claim of being a transsexual (which of course, of course, clearly isn’t an identity).

Detransition: cut my hair, stop wearing jewelry, change my name to a “male” one, only wear clothes that are either coded androgynous or male, stop taking hormone replacement therapy.

So, I stopped taking HRT about four or five days ago.

The other “requirements” for detransition seem useful in helping re-integrate a person firmly into their birth sex role (which is probably the best choice for most transwoman detransitioners to lead a healthy social life), but that isn’t my goal. I am happy being a gender non-conforming weirdo of a man. More so, I am unhappy being what society considers to be a “man.” 

About seven or eight months ago, I began to have these intense “flashbacks.” They were like memories of another life, me from a parallel dimension where I made peace at an early age with my attraction to men (maybe I didn’t grow up as religious, or severely isolated, or sexually abused) and went on to have rich years of experience sharing emotional and physical intimacy with other men, instead of dissolving myself in drug use, pornography and dissociation. These weren’t even idealistic fantasies – just a reasonable expectation of good and bad, joy and sorrow, of me really living as myself instead of the ghost I made myself become. These flashbacks made my real life’s history seem dark and bleak by comparison. They also showed me, by comparison, the many people I’ve unintentionally hurt by lying to myself about who I am.

I experienced them again starting about a month ago. It starts with a feeling, then a vision, then the painful pulling away from the daydream once it’s done. Now, though, it ends with a feeling of hope. I’m trying to find some semblance of balance in my life, and these experiences are my mind’s equivalent of shouting at me that the answer is right in front of my face. The overwhelming regret these hallucinations bring me is meant to transform into an impetus. Which it has, in a big fucking way.

A huge part of my motivation to transition stemmed from being ashamed of sex in general, and especially ashamed/disgusted with myself for being attracted to men. That I found myself most attracted to the idea of being fucked by men was horrifying to me, maybe because of its association with the sexual abuse I experienced in childhood. When I was still married (to a woman) and was basically having sex as a sort of obligation of the relationship rather than out of physical desire (yes, I was an asshole, I’m fully aware of this), I made an oh-so-masculine vow to myself that I’d kill myself if I “turned out to be gay.” I still remember a small voice saying, after the first time I voiced this idea to myself, “this is going to cause serious problems in the future.” Which it did.

It’s too early to tell how going off hormones will affect me. I feel reasonably confident that my issues surrounding being attracted to men have been largely resolved, and I also feel confident that a large portion of my physical dysphoria about my genitalia stems from this internalized homophobia (the “other” issue of past sex abuse, I am still unsure how to resolve). What I do know is that I am no longer disgusted by the idea of being a man in a relationship with another man, and find myself surprisingly, satisfyingly, excited.

The male parts haven’t woken up yet. There are slow, casual signs of increased…vigor. I’m not looking forward to a lack of control over my penis, it just…doing its own thing…regardless of anything I have to say on the subject. Just to continue this dip into TMI, the testicles come alive too…seriously, they move around on their own and it’s disturbing. Writing this paragraph reminds me I have a practical reason for taking HRT, and makes me reconsider my motivations for stopping their usage. But I still get the same scrips so if things go south I can restart hormones at any time, and attempt to re-evaluate the problem.

There have been some emotional alterations so far, subtle but important – small hints of complex mental experiences I forgot I used to have on a regular basis. It’s hard to describe them quite yet, since it has been a long while since I felt them – but one example is an anxious motivation. Another is the fear-spiral where my thoughts devolve into paranoid fantasies about dangers I am unlikely to face.

Trying to find a balance between physical dysphoria and being in a sexual relationship with another man is going to be tricky. There may be a minimum dosage of HRT that allows for both. I decided I’d start with the lowest dosage: zero. See what happens, work my way back up in dosage if necessary. Ultimately though, my view of the role of HRT in my life has shifted from that of “a necessary medicine” to more of “a temporary crutch until I can figure out what to heal and how.”

My attempt with this blog is now to simply document my current journey, whatever the hell that may entail. I can’t help but realize that other transwomen will see this is me “failing at transition.” Which is totally fine, I’m no longer invested in the trans community in the sense that I need their validation – and validation has faded as a desirable goal for myself anyhow. What’s ironic is that I see my transition as quite successful: taking off the pressure of physical dysphoria, and removing myself temporarily from the programmed mayhem that my natural biochemistry invoked has allowed me to take a few steps back and evaluate myself in a more critical manner.

Transitioning set in motion a chain of events that led to me enriching my worldview with feminist thought, encouraged me to observe, analyze, and engage my history of male socialization and privilege, and change my behavior to become a person that other people actually enjoyed being around. Transitioning in a completely public customer-service environment stilled much of my social anxiety to the point where I feel comfortable expressing myself as a gender non-conforming man – or as other people see me, a non-passing transwoman or some weird effeminate dude (or both).

I don’t see how the personal and the political can be separate when it comes to my relationship with the gender hierarchy. I must ask myself questions such as: “do my behaviors reinforce or challenge gender norms?”; “to what degree am I obligated to make my physical sex obvious to others, and in what contexts?”; “can my brazenness and indifference about public opinion of me be used somehow to weaken the gender hierarchy?”; “is my brazenness/indifference an extension of my male privilege, and if so, does that necessitate changing this behavior?”

Most of all, I am asking myself a very self-centered but essential question: “how much of my self-expression is me doing my own thing, and how much of it is me trying to fit into a social box?” The question can be worded many different ways. Regardless, it is the primary reason I am “retransitioning.”

Whatever that means! Maybe I’ll figure it out someday.

(Note: So I had someone ask about autogynephilia, and the fact that I used to identify as such. Considering that this is the same blog I used to explore those experiences, this is a topic I feel obligated to address.

I was planning on writing a post about it in a week or so when my libido increases, just to have a final piece of evidence to justify my assertions.

In short, I believe that the use of fantasy in order to imagine my physical body as female during the context of sexual intimacy was caused by dissociation surrounding my male body (itself a combination of physical dysphoria and a willingness to fit into any role but that of a dude who likes dick), as well as pornography, which aided the dissociation, made it come to life in a sense.

It’s been nearly two years since I last consumed any form of pornography, and over a year since I can remember having an experience that could be described as autogynephilic. As my libido increases, I should theoretically be experiencing these fantasies, but that hasn’t happened yet.

Again, I am waiting until my sex drive increases before making a final judgement. As far as I can tell, I once experienced autogynephilia, or an analogue of it, and now I no longer have those experiences/fantasies.

Hope that helps in lieu of the forthcoming post about AGP.)


Author: Miriam Afloat

Floating on a sea of bitterness.

17 thoughts on “The Re-Transing of Male Miriam”

  1. i like the cut of your jib.. nice, sane, thoughtful piece. dont let the bastards get you down.dont let them tell you what you can and cant like. keep on being you and dont let go of your integrity. friends who love the real you, are the ones who love you true. theyre the ones who love you best. treasure them and screw the rest.. you dont need anyone else. and you’ll like yourself better that way too i reckon. all the best of wishes for 2016.

    1. Damn good advice there, my friend…won’t let the bastards get me down, no! Thought I’d wait to get drunk before replying to you, it just seemed fitting yannow. Seriously tho, friends really ARE the fucking best. Know what? Friendships are relegated to a level they don’t deserve…people often have friendships that outlast a bunch of those “omg we’re so in love” relationships.

      I got friends like those. They love me, and I love them. Sometimes it’s rocky but they change with me like I change with them…if it wasn’t so, I’d totally say fuck it and move on. Like I have before.

      Thanks for the lift, friend.

  2. Hi! I realise this is months late, but someone just linked to this post on my tumblr dashboard. Did not realise your blog still existed, lol. I have always appreciated your writing, and find this very relatable (although I’ll skip the TMI bits); and I’m glad you are, like, finding a way to move forward and everything >_> Cheers

    1. Thanks for reading! Also, sorry for the late reply. As for this blog, I started it maybe 1.5 years ago or something, but I ended up deleting the entire thing after some harassment by a transwoman hacker. So this is the new incarnation (really tempted to make a Dr. Who reference lol) 🙂

  3. “Basically every human likes jewelry in some form or fashion, whether on themselves or other people, or both. Where is the line between affectation and self-expression here?”

    Interesting question.

    I have met men who were gender non-conforming in a way that made me happy because it poked fun at patriarchy, (or just proved gender role stereotypes wrong) and I think it is easier than you imagine it to be. (Though I admit none of those men has ever identified as trans – I imagine just being yourself is easier if you have more experience with it)

    Many kinds of jewelry don’t read as feminine to me at all. Earrings that are just rings, no problem. A leather string with a piece of jewelry attached, totally okay. I’d notice that it is not typical for a man to wear it, but it looks perfectly natural and not like affectation.
    The only thing that would read as “mocking women” to me would perhaps be a pearl necklaces, as those are often seen on cartoon animals as feminine gender marker.

    Long hair is pretty common for men to have? I am a bit surprised you think you have to get a haircut. Though perhaps it is different where you live.

    1. That question has been a lot more complicated than I realized at first! I wish I could meet men like you describe, having such examples in my life would probably be helpful!

      The long hair thing was meant more rhetorically, and sortof as a way to set a hyperbolic baseline. I love my hair, have had long hair the majority of my adult life (and as much of my childhood my parents allowed). Hair is hair, and I’ve often thought that it played a key role in the human development of tools, such as string, clothing, fishing line, etc (anthropology background lol). So no issue there.

      As for jewelry, as far as I can imagine, and from what I learned as an anthropology major, humans have been wearing jewelry for like, ever. Ancient human sees a pretty thing they like, adorns themselves with it. Long human tradition. The jewelry I make would be considered “feminine.” My favorite earrings I made from paua shells and they’re really pretty, and haven’t really thought of a reason so far that might be appropriative, though I could be wrong.

      I still use a purse, but for me specifically it has practical reasons. I used to misplace things ALL the time, and in the two or so years I’ve had a purse I haven’t misplaced anything but maybe once or twice. It’s also nice not having anything in my pockets, I hate having objects attached to me…and also my checkbook is too big for a pocket. Also “manbags” are basically just purses marketed to men. So I see no issue there.

      Make-up however…that seems fairly obviously appropriative, and supportive of an industry I can’t help but seeing as harmful. Also heels. I never wore them anyway, but that to me would be a big issue, and obviously mocking to women for a man to wear them.

      There is also, I think, a “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts” kinda thing…where individually non-appropriative and non-mocking expressions, taken together as a whole, could potentially be appropriative. For now I’m trying to err on the side of caution but…still working on it!

      Sorry if I’m rambling in this reply, just that particular question you highlighted is one I’ve been thinking a lot about lately! Thanks for your comment 🙂

  4. You write beautifully, and the level of self-awareness you have is remarkable. I have no doubt that someone so willing to be candid with themselves about their true nature will one day find respite from dysphoria. I’m a gender-critical feminist, and I have a great deal of time for GNC males who accept their biological reality – I often find them to be paradoxically much closer to understanding the material reality of women than trans women who insist that they are 100% female. I was wondering if, as part of your journey, you are focusing on finding new male role models – gentle, expressive, non-violent people who can perhaps help lessen your dysphoria?

  5. I enjoyed reading your post. Thank you for writing it.

    I love philosophy professor Marilyn Frye’s book, “The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory,” in which the essay you quoted (“Lesbian Feminism and the Gay Rights Movement”) appeared.

    It’s refreshing to read from a man who considered himself to be a woman for some time to be reading feminist writings and taking them to heart, such as wishing to (return) to a respect for women-only spaces. I appreciate that you are concerned about appropriation of chains of women’s oppression, such as long hair, make-up and high heels.

    I also am glad to read that you are seeking out ways to be male that don’t simply revert to patriarchal male role-playing, either. Whereas most of the rhetoric from the MtT community, and almost as much from FtTs, treats gender (sex-roles) as binary, it is more honest to recognize gender as hierarchy, and that the specifics of sex roles in any culture are rooted in ensuring male domination and female subordination. For example, men obliging women to wear long hair and jewelry to be objects for the male gaze, as walking displays of their owner’s wealth (expensive gemstones), and by which to physically burden and control women to make it easier to capture and rape us (by being able to grab our hair or not being physically or psychologically able to fight off assault when adorned.)

    The more one studies women’s herstory and feminism, the more one discovers about patriarchal socialization which appears to be “natural,” but in fact is rooted in men’s enslavement of women. So I hope you will keep reading feminism, and women’s and men’s herstory/history researched and written from a feminist perspective/consciousness. You are a good role model for men to question their reasons for claiming to be women, and for evolving to a more respectful place as a pro-feminist ally.

    Transgender is a patriarchal construct, to believe that a man can know what it is like to have been socialized as female, and to be able to somehow conquer biology/nature through hormones and surgery. I don’t know if you have reached that conclusion yet, or will, but hopefully more men reading and thinking through the sorts of issues you are, and reading feminist and pro-feminist writings, the more that this patriarchal construct will give way to more evolved understandings of humans beyond patriarchal perspectives.

    Are you familiar with Julian Real’s pro-feminist blog? The two of you may be interested in and enjoy each other’s writings. He also has lots of links to feminist writings.

    Thank you again for your post.

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