Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 10:07:44 GMT 8
Imagine gender is a symphony.
It has a conductor. It does not really have a presentation. It is a symphony of gender.
It has deep bass voices, and tenors, and altos, and sopranos, a scale of gender representation, voice is affected by our physical gender, as well as stress, training, all kinds of stuff.
The voices sing together, they are nonbinary. But sometimes the conductor raises the levels of the bass, sometimes the sopranos. Sometimes they are perfectly balanced, sometimes a solo comes. It is a masterpeice, it is the whole of nonbinary gender, the orchestra, the chorus.
But then, sometimes, the soul that watches and controls at least a little, the conductor, they lose control of the sections. The basses go off on their own, the sopranos fight to be heard, it breaks down, because it has become detached from the conductor, the person, if you wish, the core or center, of the heart...the heart of the nonbinary orchestra, the one listening. That is dysphoria.
So the conductor tries to bring it back to harmony, paying more attention to one part.
Is the orchestra the body, the sexuality, of the orchestra?
No, the orchestra is gender.
Sometimes, a bully goes by, and tries to get rid of the sopranos, or the bass. They say they dont belong in the orchestra.
They ruin our song. Play anyway, they mean nothing to you.
Anything can happen in the orchestra, but all of the parts are there, at the same time, singing as one...
Step back, the orchestra takes a shape, a semicirle, a heart...
Suppose someone silences it and says...."what is your gender, orchestra?"
In the silence, a little childs voice speaks out.
"You're kidding, right? We are an orchestra."
Or, another more concrete answer comes, we are male, we are female, we are different, we are same...
It can be anything.
I am nonbinary. My gender is an orchestra, my body, is transgendered to its not quite female characteristics. I am neither female nor male. I am a me. Sometimes I play out of tune, sometimes, it is the song of fairy wings. But in the end, we all sing a beautiful song, let nobody, no one, steal your song, whether its bass, or tenor, or alto, or soprano, or a symphony of multiple components, singing in tune, differing volumes, reacting to the conductor of the heart as it reacts to the world around us.
Just my perception here. Each of us are unique, that is what defines us, we are unique, but we are one, in the larger orchestra of trans.
