Gonna just kinda context-free ramble about being trans for a bit.
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and every day encountered women that I wanted to be. The men that inspired me were heroes: Cam Neely, Chick Yeager, etc.
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But the women that inspired me were like, the woman walking back to her job at the bank in a nice outfit. Ordinary people.
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That's how I knew. I just wanted to be an ordinary woman. Being an exceptional man was never a thing I ever once saw as a reality.
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If you walk down the street and see a dozen people that you want to be, of a gender you weren't assigned, you just might be trans.
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How this reconciles with all the trans women I still to this day want to be, I have no idea. I think we call that "crushing."
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My activism is very selfish in its origin, it's rooted in my experience being trans. But at it's core, the simple question is this:
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"What, exactly, would be the reason for me to *not* be like the women I want to be like?"
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There is no reason. Trans activism to me is about securing that liberty for me and everyone else like me.
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This holds true for me.. As the word did not exist when I first knew I was not the gender I felt I should have been.
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